Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’m heading for the door with her stumbling and yelping as we go. Feeling her soft curves under my hands makes me want to eat her fucking alive. She’s got the sexiest fucking little tummy roll, and don’t even get me started on that five-handful, five-alarm ass she’s walking around with like it’s not about to set this place on fire.
Her age may say she’s a woman, but she’s not. Feelings I’ve never had surge through me as her strawberries and cream scent invades my very being, shaking me down to my foundation.
“Who are you?” Her fluttering voice wraps around me like a warm blanket. “I have to do this tonight, you understand? It’s taken four gin and tonics to get out on stage, I can’t do that again! I need the money. If I don’t dance, I don’t get paid. If I win…”
God, she sounds desperate. She’s a lamb in the lion’s den, and as much as I try to push away my own depraved thoughts, they pound inside of me like a primal drum, imagining those sweet round cheeks decorated with gobs of my sticky release.
I stomp and grunt through the crowd, holding her hard at my side, straight-arming anyone that comes too close. I’ve got her down the back hall and out the exit into the chilly night air which is swirling with the scent of cigarettes and marijuana.
A small group of dancers, and what are either patrons, pimps or boyfriends, shoot us a look, but don’t say anything as I half drag my little strawberry treat toward my black Bentley.
“I’m not going with you. Let me go!” She’s fighting now. The shock of me dragging her ripe, round ass from the stage and out into the night must be wearing off, and she’s catching on a stranger is about to kidnap her. She kicks up a good fuss, and my dick only gets harder.
I pin her against the side of the car, holding my thumbprint against the sensor, and the passenger door clicks open.
“You like it rough, shortcake?”
I brace my forearm just below her neck, the fingers of my other hand finding the cheap shiny red and blue fabric covering her breasts and yanking it down.
She yelps and sputters, her hands slapping at mine as her eyes widen, searching my face for some clue as to just how much evil she’s about to encounter.
But, God, with that look, I feel her wiggling her way down inside me with those baby blues, and there’s a pain in my chest as my balls tighten and my sense of right and wrong dissipates into the night.
Hatred roils through me even at Wilson for allowing her into the club. For letting her put herself in the position to have other men look at her, let alone touch her.
Her tits are the things of legend. Those scraps of fabric barely covered her nipples, but now that I’ve exposed the entirety of their beauty, I almost blow down my leg. The nipples are round as the top of a cupcake, with her areolas and nipples drawing tight in a deep pink, making my mouth water.
“You realize this is what you get when you get up there and tempt men,” I growl, hating myself for being rough instead of cradling her into my chest like I want to, but my history with women has my defenses up.
“You realize what you’re going to get when I get away from you? Five to ten, with a sexual offender registration for the rest of your life,” she hisses back with defiance. Fear and anger mix in her flawless face as I shrug, and she grunts trying to pull my arm from her chest.
She’s fighting, but not fighting for her life, which confuses and makes me fucking throb.
“If you’re going to rape me, just get it over with. I doubt it will even hurt. Men like you are usually…” She narrows her eyes, working her hand upward with her thumb and forefinger a half inch apart as I kick her feet wide, releasing her tit to take a handful of that sweet, soaking heat between her legs. Her breath stalls mid-sentence as my grip locks down on her intimate space, but her resolve returns after a beat. “I’ll probably still be a virgin when you’re done with me.”
Virgin?
“You wanted to get up there and show this off,” I give her slick wetness a squeeze, “drive men crazy, well this is what you get.”
“I did not get up there to show this off.”
“Spread your legs, that’s what you were going to do anyway, wasn’t it? Spread your legs and show off, then what? Charge them a few hundred for a quick grope? Let them take this tight little girl pussy for a ride?”
Wildness tears inside me as I consider the potential truth in my words, but the shock and confusion on her face tell me maybe that was not in her playbook.