Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Here? In the restaurant? Are you insane?” she demands, her hazel eyes flaring with shock.
“Not here. At the bar. And, yes. Positively insane.” For you.
Dumbass, motherfucking chump.
“That’s all? For fifty grand, I put my butt plug in and secretly fuck you at the bar?” When I nod, her features turn wicked. “I’ll knock off ten if you use one of your coupons later and tell me how much you need me in your life while we watch a romantic movie.”
A laugh barks out of me. “No.”
“Fifteen off?”
“No. Fifty. No coupons and no sweet words.”
“No deal.” The bratty girl even crosses her arms over her chest in a petulant way to drive home her words.
“Fine, Cinderelliott. Fifty and I’ll use the stupid-ass movie night coupon later. And, I’ll tell you how much I need you right after.”
“But?”
“But I get to say degrading shit to you while we fuck.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “And I’ll call you Daddy.”
I roll my eyes at her. “That shit doesn’t bother me.”
“What will bother you?” Her brow arches.
“Nothing bothers me.”
“You’re no fun.”
I flash her a wolfish grin. “Stop pouting, brat, and get to the bathroom. That is, if we have a deal.”
“Oh, we have a deal,” she sasses as she stands from the table, “Daddy.”
Fuck if the way she said that didn’t make me hard as granite.
“Make the pictures good. Close up. I want to see everything.”
She smirks, not agreeing or disagreeing. Little shit. I watch her as she prances across the restaurant, catching the eye of every motherfucker in this place. When she’s been gone for five minutes, my phone buzzes.
Fuck, this girl.
She knows exactly what I like and is braver in showing me. At one time she seemed hesitant and disgusted by my ideas, but now she seems to enjoy them. The picture is of her naked pussy and asshole that’s adorned with a bright blue jewel.
I’m uncomfortably hard in my slacks as I reply to her.
Me: Play with your clit but don’t get yourself off. Meet me at the bar in five minutes.
Ash: Your wish is my command, sugar daddy.
Me: Fucking brat.
Ash: Girlfriend.
Me: Four minutes, little girl.
Ash: Call me your girlfriend and I’ll send you a picture you’ll like.
Me: I’ll bite, my bratty girlfriend. Now show me.
She sends a picture of two of her fingers inside her cunt. It’s enough to have me stifling a groan of need.
Me: Three minutes.
I throw money down on the table to pay the tab before striding over to an empty booth at the bar. The bartender comes over, and I order a cocktail for Ash and a beer for myself. I sense her before I see her and turn in time to see her walking toward me with a shit-eating grin on her face.
She knows she drives me insane.
It excites her.
I should be annoyed, but I’m amused at her silly smile.
“Daddy? Is that you?” she calls out, waving to me.
I can’t help but laugh. She’s rotten as hell. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” I say, playing along. “I missed you.”
She scoots into the booth and onto my lap, rubbing against my erection with her cute ass. I grip her thighs to still her wiggly body.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” I growl, roaming my palm up her bare thigh. “I should have paid less.”
“Too late now,” she says in a triumphant tone. “You already made the deal.”
No one is paying us any attention. Pity. I’d love to embarrass her for being so smug.
“Take my dick out,” I rumble, “but don’t get caught.”
The bartender drops our drinks off. Ash takes a sip of hers and then shifts so she can sneakily slide her hand beneath her to unzip my pants. She fumbles and struggles until she manages to free my cock. Once it’s out, she sits on it, rubbing against my length so I can feel how aroused she is. The fact she’s still not wearing panties maddens me in the best possible way.
“You just going to rub on it or are you going to fuck it? Hmm?”
She lifts up slightly, angles her body and then slides over the crown of my cock. Slow enough to torture us both. A groan escapes her as she fully seats herself on my dick. It’s always so tight when she has her butt plug in.
“Lean back,” I rumble, sliding my hand beneath her dress so I can touch her clit. “Make eye contact with someone.”
She curses at me, making me chuckle. “Fine. Hot suited guy, ten o’clock.”
I pick up my beer with my free hand, sipping on it, as I too stare down the hot suited motherfucker. He must sense our attention because his lecherous eyes find my pretty girl in an instant. His eyebrows shoot up, and then he’s apologizing to the guy across from him.
“You think they’re gay?” I ask, pinching her clit.