Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’ve been going to Club Z events,” I say in a low growl. “They just opened up in this area, and I’ve been indulging.”
Ellen snorts.
“You’re pretty popular,” she says, referring to the fact I had I four women in my alcove. But it’s too late to be embarrassed, and I merely shrug.
“My urges are strong,” I say in a cool tone. “It takes a lot to satisfy a man like me.”
Ellen merely snorts again, crossing her arms over her breasts.
“Oh really? And do you usually go to sex clubs for satisfaction?” she asks, emboldened by the fact that I’m actually talking to her now. I just shrug again.
“No. Like I said, they just opened and so I thought I’d check it out. It works. I like it.”
Ellen’s eyes fill with tears again.
“But why?” she pleads. “Why do this? There’s no need!” I take my time answering because does she really not know? It doesn’t seem possible, yet Ellen’s looking up at me with a pleading expression, and my heart cracks open. Goddamn. This sweet girl still expects the best from the world around her, and I’m nothing but a let-down. Still, I can’t sugar-coat the truth anymore.
“Because,” I growl, “you've been making me so goddamn horny, sweetheart. It fucking sucks, and having you around has had me losing my mind. And then that night, when I came to you -” I stop talking, not wanting to recount the embarrassing tale. But I can’t shy away from the truth anymore and force myself to push ahead. “After that, I knew I had to stay away from you. Yet I need relief too and having sex with other women helps. Not a lot, but it helps some.”
Ellen bites her lip, tears shimmering in her eyes before taking a deep breath.
“But why only anal sex? I saw you,” she whispers. “You never did it any other way.” Hearing the words come out of her perfect, innocent mouth makes my heart race because fuck! Ellen saw me doing anal with four different women, and that’s not a sight anyone so innocent and perfect should ever lay eyes on. Yet I press ahead once more, a deep flush of shame darkening my cheekbones.
“It’s because I don’t want to get a woman accidentally pregnant,” I rasp. “You never know when it comes to these kinds of things. Hell, all of the women are supposed to be on birth control, but that shit fails sometimes, and I can’t risk a pregnancy from an event like this. Of course, anal with random women isn’t what I want exactly, but then again, we don’t always get what we want.”
I look away then, deeply ashamed of my admissions. What the hell is going on, and where is this conversation taking us, anyways? Ellen should scream and cry and throw me out because of my wretched behavior, even if this house belongs to me. But instead, the beautiful brunette inhales on a shuddering breath, her brown eyes turning to liquid honey as she takes a step toward my massive form.
“But I can help Ryder,” she breathes. “You don’t have to keep using Club Z girls.”
I stare at her, amazed.
“Help?” I manage in a strangled voice. “What are you talking about?”
She comes another step closer.
“Ryder,” she breathes, her voice hoarse, “I’m already pregnant, so you can’t get me pregnant again. You see?” She continues, coming closer to my large form. With every step of her dainty feet, bare on the rug, her white thighs rub together, hardening my cock where I’ve tucked it under my belt so it won’t pop out if I got aroused. But now, the leather feels weak because Ellen’s right in front of me, gazing up at me through her long lashes and making me go dizzy with lust.
“You can use my pussy if you want,” she whispers hoarsely, and my cock pulses again, stiffening further against the belt, pressing against the leather so it creaks. “We don’t have to do anal, Ryder. We can do it straight, or you can rotate between my pussy and ass if you like. Both holes belong to you.”
Holy shit! Is this really happening? Is this nubile teenage girl offering her sweetest spots to me? Ellen can’t possibly realize what she’s saying.
“Absolutely not,” I croak.
But I’ve underestimated the curvy brunette.
“Why not?” she whispers, reaching out slowly and touching my forearm. I involuntarily shiver as she caresses up my arm, over my shoulder, and down the muscles of my chest and abs. Her hand ends up right next to my cock, where it now sticks straight up out of my pants, stretching the belt to the max, and up over my belly button, bulging my shirt. But she doesn’t caress it yet. “I’ve seen it, Ryder,” she almost moans with longing. “I know how huge it is. I want it in my pussy.” My cock throbs painfully again, longing to burst free.