Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I slam the door behind me. My fucking dick is throbbing, my pulse is hard and heavy. That bitch just tried to slit my throat, and it fucking turned me on. The way she felt pinned underneath me, my leg pressed between her warm thighs, my bare chest against her full breasts...Fuck! I stop at the top of the stairs and swipe my hands through my hair. I glance back at the door. She was fucking willing, had I tried to fuck her, I am damn sure she would have let me. What kind of fucked up shit is this? Shit! She’s trying to seduce me. Make me want her, feel like I can trust her so she can fuck me over and sell me out to Joe…
I shake my head, and make my way down the stairs. I can’t think about that right now. All I know is that I need to get away from her. I pass through the living room and Caleb is sprawled out on the couch watching TV. “I’m going to check on the titty bar.”
He glances back at me, his lips curving into a smile as he grabs the remote and flips the TV off. “I’mma come with you.”
The doors to Elysium swing open and the loud bass rumbles through my chest. We weave our way through the crowd toward the bar.
The bartender looks up, shaking his head. “Vincent called in. I’m sick of this shit.”
I make my way behind the bar, clasping my hand on his shoulder. “I just own the fucking club. Bitch to Chris about shit like that would you?”
I grab a bottle of Maker’s Mark and pour two large glasses. I hand one to Caleb as I round the bar, and make my way past the stage. One of the half-dressed waitresses struts by and I pop her ass. She doesn’t miss a step. I tip the glass back, sucking back the chilled liquor as we shove our way through the thick crowd of men gathered around the stage, tossing bills at the dancer. The music fades as we walk down the hallway. I stop in front of the door that says “staff only”, taking another large swig before turning the knob. As soon as the door opens¸ we are greeted with squeals.
“JP!”
“Caleb!”
Crystal glances up from her dressing table, each side of her full lips flipping up into a grin. She tosses her makeup brush down and slowly stands, sashaying over to me. She’s wearing black, sheer lingerie and a silk thong. Her perfectly round tits bounce with each heavy step she takes, and it makes my dick throb like a motherfucker. Stopping in front of me, her eyes trail up my body.
“I’ve missed you” she purrs, her fingers brushing over my crotch. The other girls leave, flashing me seductive smiles on their way out. I arch a brow in amusement.
“Have you?” I ask and take another large gulp of whisky.
“Looks like you missed me too.” She bites her lip, her fingers already undoing my fly. She yanks my cock out. Her nails gently trail over the tight skin.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Tara approach Caleb and shove him down onto the couch. I tip the glass back again, staring down at Crystal as she drops to her knees. This is why I like her, no fucking around, just straight to business. She slowly drags her tongue over my dick before she shoves it in her warm mouth. I inhale and place one hand on the top of her head, guiding her. Her fingers wrap around me, twisting up as she forces me to the back of her throat. I yank her hair, groaning as I take another swig of whisky. She’s working me over, but not damn near hard enough. My hand slides down the back of her head, fisting her hair as I force her down on me as far as she can go. She gags and tries to pull away.
“Fuck that!” I laugh. “You can do better than that, can’t you?”
She groans and pulls in a breath as she swallows more of me back. She grabs the waist of my jeans, yanking them down with my boxers while she eye fucks me. She aggressively cups my balls, her eyes slamming shut as she goes down further on me. I feel her tongue press under the tip of my head then circle around it. Her teeth gently scrape over me, she moans and rolls my balls in her palm....and... I can’t get off.
I widen my stance and exhale. I’m not even fucking close. She’s growing frustrated, working over me harder, deeper, rougher. I feel her finger creep under my balls and slip over my taint, putting pressure on it. I grit my teeth as I pull her hair and lean my head back. Tara moans, and the slapping noise from Caleb fucking her does nothing but distract me. I close my eyes, and, against my will, I imagine that the warm, wet sensation enveloping my cock is Tor’s mouth. My hips thrust forward, groaning as my fingers clench in her hair. Her nails dig into my thighs. The more I think about Tor, the more I fuck the shit out of her mouth, every few seconds causing her to gag and attempt to pull away from me, but I won’t let her.