Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
The alcohol must be kicking in. I’m hard and trapped between my slacks and my leg. I’m not a boaster. I’m a doer. Which is how I end up on my knees between her legs, taking what she’s offering.
“Josh,” she moans as I lick and finger fuck her tight pussy.
I try to ignore the sight of her well-used asshole. No surprises there. I reach for one of her unnatural breasts. She squeals as she rides my face and calls out my name. I start to lose my erection as I think about whether this will be my only option.
Some Greek chick my father chooses for me because she fits the life. Someone who has allowed every guy with a smile to fuck her in the ass. Should I resign myself to this life?
I won’t fool myself into thinking my father won’t have me get my hands dirty. Avoiding the savage it seems I’m destined to become goes out the window once I agree to that marriage.
I’m no dummy. My father will have my grandfather erased as soon as I have it all in my hands. I’ll sentence us all to death if my father thinks he finally has the power he’s after.
Phoebe represents a portal to a way of life I’ve never wanted—hence my father wanting me to spend time with her. I’ve watched my friend adapt to this life after losing his father and having to take his spot. I’m not Jeff, though, and the power I’m on the other end of is far greater.
“Josh, baby, please,” Phoebe pleads as if she is trying to reel my attention back in.
When I don’t snap back into focus right away, she scoots back to toss her leg over in order to get off the table and get to her knees. Her eyes are filled with lust. I stand. Finally drunk enough not to give a fuck.
“I’ve wanted to suck your cock since we met on the flight. It has been torture waiting to see you again. I’ve had your portfolio sent to me to masturbate. My friends are all jealous that we’ve been dating,” she purrs.
“Nothing lasts forever and nothing is promised,” I say.
She looks up at me and frowns but doesn’t stop pulling my zipper down. She reaches in to pull me out, not once looking down. It’s as if I’m holding my breath, waiting for her to look. When she does, she pulls in a sharp intake of air. I purse my lips and go to zip back up, slapping her hands away.
“No, no,” she says.
She licks her lips and closes her eyes before wrapping her mouth around me. I groan and try to focus on the feel of her mouth. I need this release, to be honest.
My hand hasn’t been what I need it to be. However, the suctioning of Phoebe’s warm mouth has my toes curling. The girl has upgraded her game. Although it’s not lost on me that she won’t open her eyes.
Frustration starts to grow, killing the pleasure that had started to build. A million thoughts race through my head. Phoebe used to give me eye contact while on her knees.
I cup her chin and squeeze her face. “Look at me,” I hiss.
She opens her hazel eyes. I don’t miss the wrinkling of her nose as she moves her gaze from my eyes to my torso, which is revealed as I hold my dress shirt out of the way. She looks lower.
I believe the gagging is either from me pushing her head or her taking me deep. Still, she closes her eyes tightly and rage fills me. I’m going to come because I need to, not because I want to continue this torture.
I screw my own eyes shut and grind my teeth. I try to think of anyone other than Phoebe. Skittles pops into my head and guilt consumes me. I shake the image off and think of the flight attendant from the trip here.
She was pretty, with golden-brown skin and hazel eyes. Her breasts fit nicely into her uniform shirt, and she had a nice ass. I imagine her full lips wrapped around me and roar. I pull out of Phoebe’s mouth and bust on her face.
She looks shocked for a few beats. I tuck myself away and turn for the en suite in the bedroom of the suite. My buzz has already started to fade. I close the bathroom door and turn for the sink.
Turning on the faucet, I stare at myself in the mirror. Rage and bitterness swirl within me. I don’t know what I’m angrier about. The fact she seemed disgusted by me, or the fact this is now my life.
I splash water on my face and clean myself up before putting myself back together so I can return to the main area. However, I don’t get out of the bathroom before Phoebe’s tear-filled voice reaches my ears.