Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
More than being a filthy, cheap, slutty fucking bitch right now, what I really want is to be with my silver fox Santa.
I’d give up all these cocks for just one go with his.
And if he was here… if he could see me… would he feel anything? Even for just a moment? Would he feel even the slightest pang of jealousy? Would he drag me away from the glory wall and hose me down for real and take me for himself?
I come again with a random cock inside me, but that’s where my mind is.
The fantasy of Reuben storming in here and tearing me from the wall, claiming me as his and his alone.
I’m sleep deprived, and delirious. I have to be.
I’ve never wanted to be with just one man before. Ever since I became an entertainer, it’s always been the more the merrier…
It’s as though the earth is shifting under my dirty knees, minute by minute. Unstable as my feelings morph inside me. The dick in my throat means nothing. The people jeering and fucking me from behind are a blur of whatever. I just don’t care.
I just don’t care anymore.
I get a rush of terrifying freedom as the iron clad persona of Creamgirl finally cracks and falls away.
It’s not Creamgirl I want to be in this room tonight. It’s Tiffany.
And all Tiffany wants is to be with Reuben.
I want Reuben so bad it hurts.
Seven more days until our proposal and I wish like crazy that it was tomorrow.
I’m fucked. Really, fucking fucked. I should call my therapist for real.
But it feels so good…
I’m barely conscious by the time the session is over. The butler offers me a towel and I clean myself up. In the silence of the aftermath, he wraps me in a blanket and guides me out of this place into the hall outside. It’s 6 a.m., nobody left around bar me and him, and even though I’ve been fucked half to death, all I can do is stare at his beard, still possessed by the fragment of similarity.
“All done,” he says. “Ready for home?”
I can’t help my usual banter.
“Kinda. Could do a few more rounds, you know me.”
I swap the blanket for my coat and bag, and wait for him to get his car keys, but he doesn’t put on a coat, just looks out into the courtyard as a flash of headlights show.
“Your cab is here,” he tells me.
“My what?”
“Your cab,” he says, like it should be obvious. “You booked it, yes? We got the confirmation via the app earlier.”
I haven’t got a fucking clue what he’s talking about until he opens the door to reveal a Bentley parking up outside.
That’s no fucking cab.
My heart drops through the floor, then zooms up into the fucking sky.
It can’t be.
The driver gets out of the car and I was right. He does have a similar cut of a beard to the butler. Only better.
One billion percent fucking better.
The grin on his face makes my insides melt when he steps up to me.
“Time to go, Creamgirl,” he tells me, and links his arm in mine.
15
TIFFANY
The morning sky is still dark as Reuben leads me towards his flash Bentley. I’m so fucking tired, it’s untrue – but so excited that the adrenaline is spiking in my veins. I can’t comprehend this is happening.
I wait until we’re down the steps and out of earshot before I start firing questions at him.
“What are you doing here? Why did you come and get me? Was there some kind of Agency emergency or something? What’s going on?”
“Get in the car and I’ll explain.”
He opens the passenger door for me, and I stare at the luxury leather seat. The idea of soiling it horrifies me.
“Have you got a seat cover or something?”
“No, I don’t have a seat cover, but I do have a valet company. Don’t worry your beautiful head about it.”
“Beautiful head? Yeah, right.” I laugh and give a mwah. “I’m covered in cum and my hair is in piss soaked ringlets, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I’m well aware of that, Creamgirl.”
“You must be bloody bonkers then.”
My own brash voice is grating at me, but I can’t help it. I’m so nervous, I rely on my usual manner, where it’s safe.
I slide my throbbing ass into the seat and suck in breaths once Reuben shuts the door for me, trying to stay calm. My stare is fixed on him as he walks around to get in the other side. He fastens his seatbelt, starts up the car and turns out of the drive without so much as breaking a sweat.
“Seatbelt please, Tiffany,” he says, eyes on the road.
Seatbelt, right. I pull it over my big tits and buckle up.
This is so fucking weird, it’s insane.
“There’s a bottle of chilled water for you in the glove box,” he says.