“Yeah. Me too. I have a lot of f**king work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.
I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so pissed off at this f**king woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to f**k her and take it out on her.
I f**king disgust her? Nah, f**k that.
I reach for my glass and tilt it back. I need to get my mind somewhere else. The liquor won’t do anything but numb it, but numbing is what I’m used to. It’s what keeps me going. My c**k starts to harden at the thought of a needed release. Right on schedule.
“What’s up, dick.”
I tilt my head up at the sound of Hemy’s voice. He looks down at me and holds out a bottle of Whiskey. I can’t help but to laugh a bit when I notice he’s standing there wearing nothing but an American flag wrapped around his waist. He has claw marks all over his skin from the women grabbing at him. He loves it just as much as I do. He’s a dirty mother f**ker; like me. “What’s up, man?”
“Not shit. You look like you need another one of these.” He pours my glass back up to the top and leans against the arm of the couch. “You here to help me work the ladies tonight or what? It’s a small crowd. A private party.”
I look up at the small group of women that have started rounding up in the back room. Most of them look slutty and willing. I’m sure the thought of me f**king them doesn’t disgust them. Most of them will probably be begging. How the f**k can I pass that up?
“Yeah.” I take a gulp of my drink and watch as a few of the ladies wave over at us. “Why not. I have nothing better to do.”
Hemy slaps my shoulder and stands up. “Finish that shit up and get your ass over there then. There’s a certain someone that is asking for you.” He starts backing away. “She has huge tits and a big f**king appetite. I’m pretty sure that’s your type.”
I can definitely deal with that. There’s no shame in having a huge sexual appetite. I need a woman that can handle me. I like to f**k and I like to f**k dirty. The fact they get the ultimate pleasure in return is just the icing on the cake. If my c**k is what does the trick, then why the f**k should I stop? It’s not my fault I’m so good with it.
Taking a few more minutes to myself, I finish my drink and prep my brain by entering into f**k mode. It’s what keeps my mind from going places it shouldn’t while my c**k is in charge. I stand and make my way over to the back room, ready to get out of my head.
Hemy has a group of women, groping his ass, legs and chest, while a few of the other women are waving money around and screaming. This is what we’re used to; what we live for.
My eyes scan the room of women, until they fall on the one I’m looking for; the brunette from the other night. She’s standing across the room in a tiny white dress that is hugging her every curve. She’s by far the most attractive woman here and the perfect distraction.
Stepping up behind her, I brush her hair behind her shoulder and whisper, “I’m here. Now what the f**k are you going to do with me?”
She turns around in my arms and bites her bottom lip when she notices I’m shirtless; less clothes for her to take off. Her eyes look hungry. “I have a few things in mind.” Her eyes rake down my chest and I can tell she’s been wanting me for a while. Most women do.
“You want my cock?” I run her hands down my chest and abs until it lands on my erection; always ready when I need it to be. “I’ll let you have it under one condition. There are no exceptions.” I wait for her to look me in the eyes to be sure she understands me. “It’s yours for one night and one night only. No bullshit after. Enjoy it and move on. I need to get off and I’m pretty damn sure you do too. Are we clear?”
She lets out a soft moan and nods as her hand gropes my thick cock, moving up and down over my slightly damp jeans. The look in her eyes is pleading for me to take her right here in front of everyone. She’s about to tackle me right now and ride me right here in the open. Fuck yeah, it’s a huge turn on.
“Even better,” she whispers. “I just want one taste. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.” She strokes my c**k through my pants. “A very long time.”
Seeing that Hemy has the room handled, I pick the leggy brunette up and walk forward until her back is against the back wall and we have a little privacy. She moans as I slide my hand up her dress and rub my thumb over her lacy thong, teasing her through the thin fabric. “Well, it’s worth the f**king wait. Trust me.” Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pull her head back, exposing her neck to my mouth and graze it with my teeth as I shove my finger into her entrance. It’s so f**king wet that I can feel it dripping down my hand. “You like that, huh?”
She moans next to my ear before biting my earlobe and tugging it with her teeth. “Oh yes. I love it, Slade. Don’t stop.”
I move my finger in and out, slowly at first before going faster and deeper. Her legs tighten around my waist as she moans out and starts breathing heavily. “This isn’t shit. Just wait until I shove my thick, hard c**k in there.” I bring my lips up to meet her ear. “You’re going to be screaming. You like to scream?”
“Mmhmm.” Grabbing my face, she attempts to pull me in for a kiss, but I turn my head out of her reach. “Come on, baby. You’re not even going to kiss me? I want to taste those lips.” She leans in again and I lightly pull on her hair, stopping her an inch from my face.
“No kissing.” I freeze as I hold her up against the wall angry with myself. I still have the taste of Aspen on my lips and I’m being a greedy f**king bastard. I don’t want to share her taste with anyone.
What. The. Fuck.
“You know what. Never mind.” I release her thighs and she slides down my body, landing hard on her feet. “I’ll take care of myself. I’m pretty f**king good at it.”
She gives me a stunned look before fixing her dress and combing the knots out of her hair. “Are you f**king serious?”