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)
“Just for tonight?” I groaned.
“Just for tonight,” she repeated, sucking on my bottom lip.
“Okay,” I simply stated. I was enticed by her. I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to.
And…
I didn’t want to.
She seductively smiled, while sliding down my body, pulled out my cock, and proceeded to give me the best fucking blowjob of my entire life.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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We got dressed on the plane. Brooke bought me a black Armani suit with a grey undershirt and a silver Bvlgari watch. It probably cost more than my car. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and said that they were my Christmas presents. I reluctantly took the gifts, but with the smile she displayed on her face, as she watched me put them on… it was worth it.
She wore a tight red dress that went down to her knees, it had two slits that ran up the front and stopped an inch, maybe two, from her panty line. It had tiny straps and was very low cut; her tits would be in my face the entire night. Her shoes were red, with red soles, they were crazy high, and I had no idea how she would be able to walk in them; she made it look so easy. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and pieces fell around her face.
She added diamond earrings and a diamond necklace. She sparkled everywhere. Her make up was heavy, the heaviest I had ever seen her wear. Black was all around her eyes, they appeared smoky and made her bright, baby blue eyes pop out more. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and her vibrant red lipstick made her teeth shine white. She said it was stain proof lipstick, and it wouldn’t come off without make up remover, so she could kiss me all night.
To say I wasn’t nervous would have been an understatement. There was something completely different about her, her demeanor, her appearance, and her attitude; all of it. The way she walked, the way she moved, and even the way she talked. This woman before me… I had never met before.
And…
It pleased me as much as it shocked me.
<>B<>
It was New Year’s Eve and I wanted to do something different, I wanted him to meet the other side of me. The side I had been hiding. We were getting closer, he needed to know that I was different with him, and the girl that I became was in love with him. However, there was another completely different girl that he had yet to meet. She was just as big a part of whom I was, as the one that lay in his arms every night.
It wasn’t a test… it wasn’t a ploy; I wasn’t trying to trick him. I wanted to play. I wanted to have fun. And I wanted to be free. For one night.
With him.
We stepped off the plane and a Rolls-Royce Phantom EWB awaited us. By the look on Devon’s face, he was dumbfounded and speechless.
“It’s just money,” I whispered in his ear, trying to ease his apprehensions.
The chauffeur had the doors opened for us and we stepped in. A Krug Brut Vintage 1988 chilled, waiting for us.
“Jesus Christ, Brooke, that’s a half a million dollar bottle,” he observed.
I handed him his glass and took a sip of mine. “And it doesn’t taste much different than a hundred dollar bottle.”
He laughed.
“This is VIP, Devon, the best of the best, of the best. Madam wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He took a sip from his glass. “Does she know you’re here? That you’re doing this?”
I smiled. “Of course. Who do you think put this all together? I said I wanted to go to Vegas for New Year’s Eve with a friend, and it was done.”
He grinned. “A friend?”
“Would you have rather I said fuck buddy? She would have asked how much I was charging you, for her half,” I stated.
“So that’s how it works?”
“Pretty much, very simple.”
“How many girls work for her?”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I blurted. “I want to have fun. I want to dance and drink, and laugh, and fuck! You think you can let go of all the questions for one night?”
“Sure,” he reluctantly agreed.
“Great! Because you’re about to eat the best fucking steak of your entire life.”
Minutes later the car stopped and the doors were opened. I looked over at him, “You ready for the time of your life?” I asked.
He nodded toward the door. “Lead the way.”
We walked into the most expensive restaurant in Vegas. They escorted us to a private room that overlooked all of the Sin City lights. I watched Devon’s reactions to everything, experiencing them for the first time through his eyes. He was like a baby learning to walk and I was holding his hands, showing him the way.