Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
He didn’t stare for long, it seemed like he made a decision in seconds. Impulsive.
He got up, well, jumped up from the steps really. He looked angry. Still frowning. He didn’t look at me again. Just crossed the road and reached me in what felt like a heartbeat.
Once he came up to me, he still wouldn’t look at me. He stood next to me, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Our hips touched so very slightly I could have imagined it if it wasn’t for the bolt of electricity that shot up my spine.
He still wouldn’t look at me as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth and lit it.
He took a long drag. His fingers twitched when he put the packet back in his pocket, took the cigarette out of his mouth and sighed.
I knew I was staring but I couldn’t fucking help it.
He tapped the cigarette and offered it to me without giving me a single look.
My fingers shook as I took it from his and took a drag. It was fucking disgusting, and I had to fight myself from choking.
I gave it back to him, and he finally looked at me. Tits first, and then my eyes.
“Hey,” he said. His voice was rough as hell, probably from the smoking. Rough and deep.
I looked up at him. He was frowning still, not touching me. I knew he would be, though, in just a few minutes.
“Hey, stranger,” I whispered and he licked his lips.
Twenty-Two
Stranger
“You look like trouble.”
She was very small.
“I… I’m really not.”
I wondered if her tits would fit into my hands as perfectly as I imagined they would.
“A little liar too.”
She looked even better when she blushed.
I reached out, grabbing her face between my fingers roughly. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched so loudly I thought she’d pass out right there.
“Calm the fuck down,” I told her. “I’m just looking at that pretty face, little girl.”
“You… Can’t just…”
She stared at me incredulously as I turned her face from side to side. Oh yes, she was really fucking stunning.
“Can’t just what?” I asked. When she didn’t reply I yanked her against me, really hard, her body smashing against mine with so much force it would’ve knocked anyone else over. But not me.
“Do you…” Her eyes were begging, even though she wasn’t. Yet. “Do you want to fuck me?” she said, her voice shaky.
“I don’t fuck little girls,” I told her. “I fuck little whores, though. What’s your name?”
She licked her lips. “I… My name is Pet,” she said.
“The fuck kind of name is that?” I ran my thumb over her jaw. Over her lips. I could tell she wanted to suck on it. “Are you a little whore, Pet?”
She just stared at me, and finally nodded.
“Oh yeah?” I moved my hand to her throat and rubbed my thumb against that hollow spot roughly. “Do you swallow?”
A siren blasted in the distance and I looked in the direction of the sound. Then back at her. Her outfit was definitely slutty, but under all that makeup and expensive fucking clothes she looked like a girl. A little girl.
“Yes, I swallow,” she breathed.
“Show me,” I ordered her.
She stared at me as she swallowed her own moan. I felt it through her throat, and laughed when she was done.
“Fun,” I told her. “Come on, let’s go.”
Sirens again. I looked away for a second.
“J-just like that?” she stuttered, and I looked back at her.
“Yeah,” I grinned at her. “And don’t pretend that’s not why you’re parading down the street at 6 p.m. dressed like a high-class fucking hooker.”
She fumbled with something in her pocket and I stared down her jacket.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “Are you even wearing anything under that?”
She looked up, a set of keys dangling from her fingers.
“Come see,” she told me, and walked towards the building we were standing in front of. I looked around, and followed her.
Fancy fucking place. All marble and high ceilings. A chandelier. It sparkled. Not as pretty as her eyes, though.
The doorman stared at us and I flipped him off before we got in the elevator.
“Can you not do that?” she hissed at me, and I leaned against the mirror as the elevator started moving. “I live here, you know.”
I stared at her with my hands in my pockets. She looked pretty furious. It was a cute look on her. “You mad at me or yourself?” I asked her.
“Why on earth would I be mad at myself?” she rolled her eyes.
I motioned for her to come closer and she did, because obviously that’s what she was made to do. Follow orders.
She stopped a few inches away from me.
“Take your jacket off,” I said, and she looked away. And then back at me in the next second. Needy little eyes. Needy little girl. “Do it.”