Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Money is coming in, and I’m shocked by the dollar amount as I roll my hips and chase the pleasure. I squeeze my eyes tightly and try to focus on getting off, but no matter how hard I try it’s just out of reach. Sweat coats my skin, and I whine with frustration as the vibrations torment me.
“I want to touch her.” A huge sum of money is deposited as the order comes from the crowd. Rule number two is they can’t touch me without my permission, but there’s only a minute left on the clock, and I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get off.
“Okay.” I swallow and nod. “You can touch me.”
The lights are so bright that I can’t see the man that steps forward. All I can see is his hand as it comes through the wall of shadows and slides over my wet pussy lips. His fingers are thick, and his nails are short and clean as they gently stroke me.
I gasp at the heat of him then moan loudly as he pets my clit. He’s touching me with such tenderness that I rock my hips in invitation for him to do more. He doesn’t hesitate to push two fingers inside my wet opening, and I bear down on them.
When he uses his thumb to rub my clit at the same time, he has to adjust his arm. And that’s when I see the black leather bracelet on his wrist come into the light.
My eyes widen in horror, but his hand doesn’t stop as he keeps rubbing so perfectly. My body responds to his touch with a rush of desire to coat his fingers as I clench around him. My words are lodged in my throat as I ride my brother's hand and he gets me off in a room full of strange men.
I can feel him staring down at me as I start to cum, and his touch turns almost possessive as I cry out. My legs tense and my toes curl as I stiffen and get off harder than ever before.
As soon as the rush of my orgasm is over, the vibration turns off and the clock runs out. Roscoe takes his hand away from between my legs, and then I watch as he steps out of the shadows.
When the rest of him appears, I see he’s looking at me with something close to rage as he slips his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean. He bends down slowly so that he’s the only thing in my vision, and I swallow hard.
“Out of the chair, Zadie. Now.”
Chapter Three
ROSCO
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When she goes to open her mouth to say something, I shake my head and grab her upper arm to haul her out of the chair myself. Her tits are still out, so I yank down her top to cover them now that the show is over.
As I get her out of there, the guys in the crowd cheer and laugh, and the fire I’m feeling turns into an inferno.
“Listen, I can explain,” she says softly as I push through the heavy curtain that separates the front of the store from the peep show in the back.
The owner, Tony, is standing there and when he sees me his face pales. “Rosco. What are you doing here?” He glances at Zadie and holds his hands up. “I checked her ID. She’s legal.”
“So you’re telling me you checked her ID and saw she belonged to me and still let her get on that fucking stage?” I ask as I take a menacing step toward him.
“She’s yours?” If possible, his face pales even further.
“I didn’t give him my ID,” Zadie whispers, and Tony backs away.
“I’m sorry, Rosco. Please don’t kill me,” Tony pleads, but I’ve got bigger things to deal with right now.
“Where are your clothes?” I ask her, ignoring the owner.
“In the office.” She points to a wooden door, and I leave Tony standing there as I pull Zadie in the office with me.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I ask as I crowd her up against the desk.
“Please just let me explain,” she offers, and as I see her chin tremble, I feel like a fucking asshole.
“You don’t have to explain. I knew when you told me about the job it was a lie. I know you better than anyone, Zadie. I’m so fucking attuned to everything you do that I can tell by the way you hold your fork if you like your dinner or not. I can tell by the way your hair falls in the morning if you’ve gotten enough sleep.”
“Rosco,” she says softly, and I shake my head.
“No, Zadie, you don’t understand. My entire life has been dedicated to you and your needs, and I’ve done bad things to make sure you had your heart's desire.” I press my body against hers as I bend down close. “I’ve given you everything, and this is how you repay me.”