Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"So, you're all by yourself tonight?" she asks next. She almost manages to disguise the tremor in her voice. Almost. Except I'm too fucking good at this game not to notice. I've been playing for a long time, after all.
"Hopefully not for too long." I take another sip and set down my glass, swirling around the clear liquid. "You looking for someone to take you home tonight?"
"Cool it," she laughs. "Shouldn't you ask my name first?"
"Probably," I smirk, making no other move to find out more about her. She crosses her arms and sips daintily at her wine. "Aren't your friends going to miss you?"
"I think you'll miss me more if I go back now," she purrs.
"Bold of you to assume."
"I like being bold," she smiles, some of her confidence returning. "So, are you going to make a move here?"
"No, not yet." I get up and button my suit jacket. "If you'll excuse me, I have to make a call."
Her eyes widen as I walk away, not looking back once. I know I've got her hooked now. I walk into the cold outside. My phone remains in my pocket. Instead, I pull out a cigar and carefully clip it. I light it and enjoy the smoke. This is what I need. To clear my head.
There's a line forming in front of the bar. This place is getting harder and harder to get in. But the taller the heel, the sexier the body, and the prettier the face, the better your chances are of walking inside. I can pass easily by the bodyguards – I invest here, and they know me well. But it also means I can ensure only the hottest women come in. Ripe for the picking – ripe for my fucking cock.
I enjoy my cigar, slowly making my way through it as my eyes comb through the people outside. Flashy cars pull up and the valet parks them for the rich guests. But there's something else – a commotion in the making. Furrowing my brows, I notice somebody arguing with the bouncer and switch my position so I can watch it all go down.
Two women – well, they're not women, they're girls – stand in front of the entrance, arguing loudly with the bouncer. I could approach them, end this here and now. But I don't want to be seen just yet. Instead, I drink in the two girls, who look much too young to be here.
One of them is petite, with dark hair and a porcelain complexion. The other is a little taller. Pale skin, freckles. Blonde hair that reaches her waist. She doesn't look anything like Dove and yet something about her reminds me of the woman that got away. My heart actually fucking aches looking at her. There's an innocence about the girl that's fucking painful.
The girls don't win their fight, and I don't stick around to watch the rest. Instead, I toss my cigar and head inside, quickly finding the brunette I abandoned at the bar. She's still there, and she picks herself up expectantly when I enter, her eyes going to mine.
I have a clear goal in mind now, and I motion for the woman to follow me to the bathroom. There's a private one here, and I drag her into the room decorated with marble and fresh, heady smelling roses.
We stumble inside, my fingers intertwined in her hair, tugging at her dress, trying to get her naked as fast as I fucking can.
In the end I give up and simply lift the bottom of her sinful little dress, ripping her thong off. She shrieks and giggles as I pull her against me. Her hands find the sink and she moans. I realize I still don't know her name, not that I give a shit. All I care about is the tight little prize between her legs that are already parting for me.
"You like to be fucked hard?" I mutter in her ear. "You like that tight little snatch used, abused and broken?"
"Yes." Her words are breathless, her sighs growing heavier as I push my tip against her pussy. "Fuck, you're so big."
I smirk, testing her pussy. Dripping wet. Fucking perfect. "I know."
I push inside her unceremoniously, groaning as I adjust to the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. This is what keeps me fucking young. Women half my age who should know better.
"Fuck me," she begs, and I give her what she so desperately wants. Driving my cock in and out of her hole, I feel my cock swelling, her cunt getting tighter and tighter as I continue my merciless assault. She's going to come – I know without the girl telling me, because I can fucking feel it. It's in the desperate tightness of her pussy, in the way she moans so fucking helplessly as my cock hardens even more.