Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
An idea comes to mind as I regard her nervously chewing on her lower lip, her arms now wrapped protectively around her stomach.
Crowding close, I put my palms against her cheeks and force her to look at me. I nod toward the platform in the center of the pool. “You are going to be on center stage there tonight, and I’m going to gorge on your pussy while everyone watches. But perhaps we can have a little fun foreplay before that, maybe off in the shadows to start.”
Relief fills her eyes, and she gives me a grateful smile. Dipping my head, I press a hard, fast kiss to her mouth.
Then I have her hand in mine again, and I’m leading her to a curved loveseat tucked into a dark corner. When I reach it, I release my hold on her, turn to face her, and plop down onto the cushion. She stands before me, her head tilted in question.
I lean back, spread my legs, and start working my belt. Giving her a lecherous grin, I nod toward the floor. “On your knees, Hannah. Let’s mess up that pretty lipstick of yours.”
Her warm eyes flare wide, then heat up, which I find immensely gratifying. Whether it’s because she’s attracted to me and really wants to suck my cock or because she’s grateful I’m not going to start out in the center of the room where everyone can see us, she drops gracefully to her knees right between my legs. Her hands, oh so warm and tentative, come to rest on my thighs. My muscles leap under her touch as I work my pants open, pulling my fully hard cock out. I’m eager for her mouth.
Hannah’s eyes are locked onto mine for a moment before her gaze slowly drops down to where I’m now stroking myself. She licks her lower lip, and a groan tears free from my chest.
“Give me your mouth,” I order, the gruffness of my voice giving away the lust brewing hotly within me.
Her hand slides up my thigh and takes hold of my dick. My balls cramp just from the warmth of her touch, then my eyes roll into the back of my head when she leans forward and licks the tip.
I let my breath out slowly, seeping it through my teeth in a silent hiss. My body goes lax as she takes me into her hot mouth and when she moans, causing vibrations to run down my length, I pray to God I don’t blow my load like a schoolboy.
Feeling brave, I open my eyes, staring down my body at her beautiful head bobbing over me. I touch her hair, sift my fingers through it, and gently grip the back of her head lest she think to pull away. Punching my hips up, I take way too much satisfaction in the slight choking sound it produces from her, but then I settle back and let her set the pace.
And after I come down her throat, I’m going to put her on that platform in the middle of the pool. I’m going to make her come over and over again, and then I’m going to fuck her hard for the whole goddamn club to see.
And when I’m done with that, I’m going to take her to another room and fuck her again.
Probably once more after that.
If my estimation is right, I won’t be able to get enough of her.
CHAPTER 8
Hannah
I save the dusting of Asher’s apartment as the last of my chores for the day. It’s sort of a nostalgic thing for me, since it was my dusting of his Chihuly vase that landed me in his bed.
Or rather, in his sex club.
We’ve not been on a bed yet.
Couches, pools, and pillows, but not on a good old-fashioned mattress.
I wait for a flush of shame to hit me, but that’s happening less and less when I think of my current situation. Perhaps I’ve just tucked it away into a box and placed it in a far corner of my mind, or perhaps I just don’t care anymore because I’ve got a good opportunity to get custody of Hope now. However it boils down, I can’t bemoan a situation where I’m working less hours, making more money, and having enough extra to fight for my daughter.
The attorney I hired is going to file a motion with the court to reconsider the terms of custody and child support. He wants me to have at least a month of employment under my belt at my new job. Of course, I didn’t tell him “house manager” was just a term used to mean “sex toy,” but I was confident that would never be an issue. Asher put me on his payroll, and I’m having taxes taken out. I had to fill out a W-9 and everything. He even went as far as to offer me health insurance, which I wasn’t idiotic enough to turn my nose up at.