I drive home through the dark city, still tense as hell despite the epic load I just shot all over Keely’s luscious body.
Damn, that girl looks good with my cum dripping off her gorgeous tits.
I drive fast, gripping the steering wheel as I speed angrily down the midnight streets. I know why I’m so fucking stressed, and it’s got nothing to do with dinner anymore. This one is all on me.
I failed.
I should have taken her tonight. I should have buried my cock deep inside her, instead of my tongue. I should have shoved her down and fucked her into submission the way I’ve been planning all along.
But instead, I held back, forcing my pleasure in her warm mouth instead of her tight cunt. Now I’m driving home with a stiff cock when I could be spreading her wide for another round: pinned up against the wall with my dick buried balls deep hammering her from the inside out.
What the fuck is going on?
I’ve been promising her the fuck of the century since the day we met, and it was right there for the taking. Her pussy was soaked, her eyes begged me to take her hard. Just nine inches sliding in the right spot, and this would all be over. Another client happy, another contract done.
I’d never have to see her again.
And that’s the fucking problem.
I slam the steering wheel in frustration, tires screaming on the road as I pull a U-turn and screech to a stop outside one of my regular bars. I need a drink, and a dirty fuck, and this is the place to find both.
Inside, the bar is dark, and crammed wall-to-wall with hot chicks. That’s more like it. I head for the bar, checking out the scene, but not a single head turns in my direction.
What the fuck?
“Dude, what are you doing here?” My assistant, Maggie, is sitting on a bar-stool, wearing a tight skirt and low-cut top.
“Getting laid,” I growl, gesturing to the bartender. I’m a regular, so he reaches straight for the Jack, passing me a generous measure. I slam it down. Hit me again.
“Then you’re in the wrong place.” Maggie smirks. “Tonight’s ladies night.”
“And?” I look around the room, locking on to a hot blonde piece of ass in the corner. I’m not here to make small-talk with Maggie. I want to be alone -- alone in a wet pussy, that is.
Maggie follows my gaze. “Dream on. You don’t stand a chance. Me, on the other hand...”
She waves at the blonde, who waves back. It hits me. Ladies night.
Fuck.
The blonde looks back and forth between us, and gives a flirty smile.
“We could always share,” Maggie suggests. “She looks game. Hell, I’ll even let you have her mouth.”
I’m tempted. The blonde is coming our way now, her tits bouncing. And Maggie may prefer licking pussy, but she doesn’t mind a good hard dick shoved up her cunt while she does it.
Yeah, the two of them could be fun tonight, and fuck knows I need the distraction.
But something stops me. Keely’s face.
“No thanks,” I say with regret. “I’m not feeling it.”
“Your loss.” Maggie shrugs, hopping down from the stool. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, that client’s been calling non-stop, the one about the Keely Fawes case.”
“What?” I tense.
“He’s threatening to demand a refund if you don’t close the deal with evidence by Monday.” Maggie rolls her eyes. “What’s stopping you?”
Fuck if I know.
“Do it,” I decide suddenly. “Give him his money back. I don’t need him riding my ass all the fucking time.”
“All of it?” Maggie looks shocked. “It was a ten thousand dollar retainer. Hell, for that, I’ll seduce her myself.”
“Don’t you dare talk to her,” I growl. Maggie backs off.
“Whoa, easy Tiger. I’m just kidding with you. Although, if she swung my way, it might explain why she’s held out on you for so long.” Maggie must see the fury in my eyes, because she quickly adds. “Fine, I’ll call him tomorrow. Full refund.” She salutes, and then heads out to go score with the blonde.
I down the rest of my drink, on edge. This hasn’t been about the money with Keely for a long time, but somehow, even getting the client off my back doesn’t make me feel any better. Without the contract, I’ve got no pretext to keep pursuing her.
Nothing except the fact I need that pussy more than anything in years.
Fuck.
I have the bartender pour me another, but all the whiskey in the world won’t change a damn thing. It’s not just about the conquest, she’s under my skin now, and I can’t get her out, no matter what I do. Those innocent eyes. That smart mouth. I goddamn like the girl and that’s against every rule in my book.
I swore I would never let myself care about anyone again, and for years, I’ve been a fucking machine. Literally.
No feelings. No commitments. Nothing but hard cock and wet pussy -- that’s the way I like it. My work provides a steady stream of willing bodies -- with a built-in expiration date. I don’t get involved long enough to form an attachment, and I don’t think about them for a second after I walk away. It sounds harsh, but that’s how I’ve chosen to live my life.
Finding your brother balls-deep in your fiancée will do that to a man.
I peel off a couple of twenties and slam them on the bar. I find Maggie nestled against those tits in the corner, but I drag her away. “If I wanted to find some information, where would I look?”
Maggie glares at me. “Google, dumbass.”
“No, I mean stuff not available to the public. Legal shit, court documents.”
“Everything’s online, if you search hard enough.” Maggie shoves me aside. “Now get the fuck out of here, mama has a date with that girl’s clit piercing.”
I let her go, heading back to my car with a new mission. I’ve been ignoring the past long enough. It’s time I made sense of this whole damn clusterfuck.