Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Parvati was certainly gorgeous. I could just imagine the things we would do together. No woman had ever challenged me as much as her, and I’d barely had time to get to know her. I wondered what it would be like after we had more time to talk and be alone. After all, we were sharing a room. Judging from our interaction earlier, she’d be putty in my hands in no time.
“Another one, please.” I shook my empty glass at the bartender. He gave a nod, then he came and took my glass as I pushed it forward. The lounge bar was quiet that evening, and that was partly why I wanted to sit there. I had at least an hour before everyone came down for dinner, and I was determined to enjoy myself the whole night. Perhaps I’d get to enjoy Parvati as well.
I knew already that she had reservations about getting close with me, and that was understandable. We were siblings now, and that could make anyone nervous. But I could tell she wasn’t just feeling her nerves, she was also getting excited.
The bartender brought me a fresh glass of Jack and Coke, and then he went back to cleaning shot glasses on the other side of the bar. I leaned into the high-back leather stool and let the alcohol wash over me. My body warmed instantly, but it wasn’t just the buzz. It was Parvati.
I could just see us alone together in the hotel room. I’d have her so many ways she wouldn’t be able to sit straight for a week. I could imagine grabbing her hair and twisting it around my fingers, pulling her head back hard as I would reach down and stroke her pussy. She’d cry out in soft whimpers, begging me to let her come, but I wouldn’t yet. I’d hold her still and make her squirm. My fingers tracing her clit, up and down as she trembled and moaned. I’d tease her. Lick her inner thigh and nibble on the thin skin that met her center. Her bare chest out, those nipples hard and perfectly pink. I’d grab her and squeeze tight, and she’d whine my name in her beautifully sassy voice.
“Hey, bartender!” A blonde asserted herself at my side as she waved to the man. She reeked of chlorine and coconut lotion, and her voice was enough to make my dick shrivel. Her eyes met mine, and she let out a giggle. “Oh, hi, handsome. Care if I join you?”
Yes. I cared a lot. “I’m waiting for someone.” I turned my sights to the drink in my hand, but she wouldn’t leave me be.
“Come on!” She sat down and half-twirled in the seat like a child. “You look like the kind of guy who needs to have some fun.”
I straightened my back and faced her, placing my elbow on the bar as my hand rested beside her arm. “And I suppose you’re the person I should have fun with?”
She giggled with her whole body, and those fake breasts of hers bounced around like she didn’t know how to wear a bra. I absolutely hated fake people, and my life was full of them. It was especially full of women just like this blonde. They were always eager to please and never had an opinion of their own. Beautiful, maybe. Boring? Absolutely.
“You certainly can.” She lifted her hand to hold my upper arm, no doubt searching for those muscles the girls are always screaming about. I copied her, feeling her arm on the bar with my warm touch. She dipped her head with a shiver, and then she looked up to me bashfully with a bit of redness in her cheeks. The bartender was freshly occupied with someone at the other end of the bar, and so I had the pleasure of extending a conversation with a woman I couldn’t care less about. In truth, what I wanted was Parvati.
“You’d be fun,” I whispered to her. “But I’m not looking for fun tonight.”
“No, sweetheart?”
“No.” I withdrew my hand with a slight smile to be kind, and then I faced forward.
She let out a long breath, pulling her hand up under her chin to prop herself up as she watched me. “Mm, such a shame.”
I picked up my glass, grinned, then took another sip.
The bartender came and made her drink, then she was gone. Fun. A night of fun would be a change for sure. For me, though, that meant a little more than what most women cared to participate in. I wasn’t the whipped cream on the nipples sort of guy. I was the necktie on the bedpost kind of guy.
Maybe that was why Jessica had left me.
Sweet and tender Jessica. She couldn’t handle things rough, couldn’t handle me. I loved her, I knew that much. She was never fake, and she tried to be what I wanted, but I broke her too easily. No, I wasn’t looking for fun or tenderness. I needed a woman who didn’t run away unless she wanted to be captured. I needed a woman to challenge me and fight back, screaming and crying for me to release her when all she really wanted was to come.