Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Can I have the envelope?” I asked, cocking my hip. “Rent’s due next week.” It was true because Jimbo has been hounding me again, even though I’ve been paying on time.
I half-expected Stanley to play coy, but instead, he dropped a wad of bills into my hands and my eyes went wide because it was a huge roll of hundred dollar bills. Sure enough, there was about ten thousand dollars in my fist, and the oxygen seemed to disappear from my lungs.
“Oh my God,” breathed Monica from in back of me. “Is that all for you? Was it from that guy?”
Stanley turned to Monica.
“Of course it was that guy because no one tips this much just for a kiss and a finger in the twat. He got his dick into you and from the looks of it, spurted a load of cream in,” smirked Stanley. “Did you like it? Was it worth riding that monster? He must have been ten inches at least. Trust me, we could tell from clear across the room.”
I winced a bit from the ache between my legs, but the truth was that I loved it. I was deliciously sore and still trying to recover from the wild ride, but it had totally been worth it. I’d never felt so feminine, so wanton, so desirable and so wanted. Even more, I loved the feel of his seed seeping down my thigh even now, sticky and warm.
It was odd though. There was something familiar about the man, and I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the way he smelled, or the way the lights glinted off his dark hair? Come to think of it, I wasn’t even totally sure what he looked like because it was so dark in the club and I’d been facing away from him most of the time in reverse cowgirl. But I knew he was all man and had the sore pussy to prove it.
So with trembling fingers I thrust the money into my purse and got dressed, covering my nudity with a sassy denim jacket and short skirt. The stranger had promised to meet me outside and I was suddenly looking forward to our rendezvous. After all, we’d already had a good time together, and even better times could be had in the future.
7
Mason
I hadn’t planned on ditching the dancer. It’s just that when I got outside, the cold of the parking lot knocked some sense into me like a punch to the gut. What the fuck? It was one thing to be at a strip club. It was another to have public sex, with random guys watching as I slipped my dick into a nubile young woman.
Because that girl had been young. There was no doubt of the fact given the innocent expression on her face, and the way those luscious curves swayed without any sag or drag. Even if she was experienced at her job, she was tight inside, the way that only the very young ones are.
Even worse, I’m Mason Phillips. I have a of couple endorsement deals under my belt for energy bars, power protein and even a line of swim fins. If this shit got out, I’d be toast. My sponsors would drop me like sour milk gone bad.
So instead of hanging out and waiting for the girl to appear, I jumped into my car and beat feet, hoping no one had recognized me at the Donkey. It had been dark inside, so no one could see my features clearly. But as I drove off, another thought hit and I groaned because I didn’t use protection. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, what was I thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t thinking, and that was the problem. I’d gone with the flow, and the dancer had been so seductive that all sanity departed. Shit, I’d blasted her again and again, my load thick, creamy, and virile and she’d moaned while taking it all. Not only that, but she’d winked at me before striding off, her hole still dripping with my male cream.
But what’s done is done. Last night’s shenanigans made me groan, but I forced myself to sit up when the phone rang.
“Mason, are you ready yet?” my mom chirped into my ear. “Today’s the big day, remember?” I groaned and opened one eye to peer at the clock. It was six a.m. What the fuck?
But Paula didn’t wait for an answer.
“Mason, you know City Hall opens at seven. They start doing wedding ceremonies early and we don’t want to wait because there could be a long line,” she reminded me. “After all, my new fiancé has to work today, so we want to be the first in line to tie the knot.”
I smiled grimly.
“I know, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”
“Seven sharp!” Paula chirped. “And the marriage bureau is on the second floor. Plus, remember to wear your pink tie for the photos.”