Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“Are you wet?” I could feel her rapid pulse against my lips; I slowly and tortuously rubbed the tips of my fingers against her labia. She was soft and very smooth, her moisture spreading fast; I hadn’t even touched her clit or folds.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” I lightly slapped her clit and her knees buckled, but she didn’t make a sound, nor did she open her eyes.
Tough little kitten… let me make you purr.
I nudged her clit with the palm of my hand and purposely rubbed up and down, while pushing my middle and ring fingers into her tight, warm, cunt a little more each time.
“Fuck me… you’re soaking wet… does it excite you to finally have a man who challenges you? Hmm… Bambi, I won't have you walk all over me... you play by my rules or we don’t play at all,” I warned.
She finally started panting when my hand moved faster.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
I smiled and bit her neck.
“Damn it…” she whispered loud enough for me to hear.
“That’s not the word I want to hear, answer me, Bambi, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes…” she breathed out.
“Open your eyes...” she groaned in protest and I shoved my fingers inside her, right to the spot that had her biting her lip and spreading her legs further.
“You like that? Huh? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes… harder… faster…” She withered.
“Your pussy is pulsating and getting so fucking tight? God, I wish that was my cock.” I kissed along her jawline. “Open your eyes. I want to see those beautiful eyes staring at me, as I give you pleasure and the release you want.”
I spoke with conviction. “I want to watch you come.” I slowed down my assault on her g-spot and she immediately opened her eyes.
“You greedy, little girl.”
We locked eyes and it was the most breathtaking view I had ever witnessed. Her guard was completely down and she looked satisfied… riding out the ecstasy I was causing. Her mind had stopped spinning with answers to questions she could never ask, but so badly wanted to know.
In that moment, I realized why she was a VIP. It’s because she didn’t have to hide anymore. She was free from the secrets that she held so deeply in her heart. And it only made me want to know her more.
I wanted all of her.
I had just met her and in that second, having her literally coming apart in front of my very own eyes… I saw what my family and friends talked about when they said they met, “The one.”
This girl was going to be the death of me. And I didn’t fucking care…
One bit.
Her pussy clamped down and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she cried out my fucking name.
It’s not what I wanted…
But it was a start.
CHAPTER TWENTY
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I rode the high as long as possible, I didn’t want to surface back to reality. The emotions were spilling out of me, one right after the other and I couldn’t control them. I was literally letting this man into my mind and that was much deeper than letting him into my heart.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to cry.
And especially wanted to run.
To hide.
It was the moment of truth for me. When the orgasm subsided and reality set back in, it was a cold, brutal cunt that I wanted to punch in the fucking face. My senses went from being high and euphoric, to being drenched in freezing cold water.
And then he grinned, he fucking grinned at me, he knew. He knew it all and I wanted to punch him in the face, too. I pulled away from him and slid down my dress, walking directly toward the bar. I was over there in seven strides with him right on my heels.
“You want another drink?” I asked. I wanted it to seem like he hadn’t affected me. Like he hadn’t seen through me, as oppose to at me.
“I’d love one,” he answered, not letting on what I knew he was thinking.
I made us both a drink, handed him his first. I drank mine down and poured myself another, before he finished taking his first sip.
“It’s okay, Bambi,” he stated in a sincere tone I didn’t want to hear.
“What’s okay?” I asked, playing it off and not looking at him. It didn’t matter that he could see right through me anyway. I don’t know why I kept pretending like he couldn’t.
“You’re gorgeous when you come, but you probably already know that.”
This made me look at him, just as he wanted me to.
How the fuck could he control me this much? What the hell was going on with me?
“Keep them coming back for more, it’s my job,” I informed, wanting to make him feel like he was just another client.