Chapter 1
Dirty
I have no pride.
Like I give a fuck.
With my back against the wall of an alley and no lamp in sight, I’m thoroughly enjoying being in the dark. No, seriously, I’d rather not see the girl that’s knelt in front of me right now. Regardless, I can’t help myself sneaking some looks at her from time to time. Biting my lip, I look down at her sucking on my dick. Her big mouth and perky lips allow for plenty of pleasure, which is pretty much the only thing I care about. I’m glad I shut her up with a kiss back at the club. That mouth of hers is finally being used for the right reasons, and damn, she can suck. Her tongue swirls around my dick, lathering it with her saliva. When her lips wrap firmly around my shaft, my veins pulse from her licks. Fuck, this is just what I needed. I wouldn’t want to go a day without some random girl blowing me. Yep, every day another girl, never the same. One time only, and that’s it. Usually, I don’t even know their names. Heck, I don’t even remember the name of the girl who’s on her knees in front of me right now.
Do I care? Maybe. I should, actually, but strangely I don’t. It wasn’t my idea to do this, so I sure as hell don’t feel guilty. Girls just tend to throw themselves at my feet. Of course, they do it because they think I’ll give them more than one night with my cock. I might have given the impression I’m worth my weight in gold, which frankly, makes me laugh, but whatever. I guess the right clothes, a flashy car, and plenty of cash to go around makes them believe I’m rich. As if I would share it with them … if I were in fact rich, that is. Looks can be deceiving.
I groan from the pressure she applies with her tongue, my cock bouncing against the roof of her mouth.
“Yeah, baby,” I say, “that feels good.” Spreading my fingers in her hair, I grasp it tight from excitement.
“I wanna taste your come,” she moans.
I smirk. “You sure you want me to blow in your mouth?”
She glances up at me with smudged eyes, which look more like those of a raccoon than an actual human being. So I close my eyes and imagine someone else’s lips slipping over my dick. Once I have her in my mind, it never takes long to blow my load.
Except … she stops.
What the fuck?
Making a face, I gaze down at her. She smashes her lips together, smiling, and licking them before coming back up. Now wait a minute, that wasn’t the plan.
“I was just enjoying that,” I say, groaning out loud.
“I know, but there’s plenty more where that came from. Let’s go to your place. I want to try out that bubble bath you mentioned.” She raises an eyebrow, tucking my cock back into my pants, which suddenly feel too cramped. I’m fucking hard and ready to come, and now she’s pulling this shit? Tasting my come my ass. She’s playing me.
Her fingers trail a way down my shirt while she pouts her lips. Oh no, not another one of those. Fuck no, why do I always get the money-grabbers?
I grasp her fingers and push her away.
She winces. “What the hell, Jaret?”
“Never-fucking-mind.”
I turn around and shake my head, blowing off some steam.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going? I’m not done yet.”
“I am.” I snort, and walk back to my convertible Mazda.
“What?” Her voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Such a fucking annoying, high-pitched shriek. “I thought we were going to fuck at your place!”
“You thought wrong,” I yell back, flipping my keys. “Home is for sleeping, clubbing is for fucking.”
“What a load of crap,” she yells. “Did you honestly expect me to suck you without wanting something in return?”
I stop in my tracks, look up at the sky, and laugh. It’s not even funny, but then again it is. I momentarily turn around and cock my head. “Actually, I did.”
Her jaw drops slowly, as if she’s still digesting the fact that I’m a major asshole. Of course I won’t deny it. Why should I?
Dirty
I have no pride.
Like I give a fuck.
With my back against the wall of an alley and no lamp in sight, I’m thoroughly enjoying being in the dark. No, seriously, I’d rather not see the girl that’s knelt in front of me right now. Regardless, I can’t help myself sneaking some looks at her from time to time. Biting my lip, I look down at her sucking on my dick. Her big mouth and perky lips allow for plenty of pleasure, which is pretty much the only thing I care about. I’m glad I shut her up with a kiss back at the club. That mouth of hers is finally being used for the right reasons, and damn, she can suck. Her tongue swirls around my dick, lathering it with her saliva. When her lips wrap firmly around my shaft, my veins pulse from her licks. Fuck, this is just what I needed. I wouldn’t want to go a day without some random girl blowing me. Yep, every day another girl, never the same. One time only, and that’s it. Usually, I don’t even know their names. Heck, I don’t even remember the name of the girl who’s on her knees in front of me right now.
Do I care? Maybe. I should, actually, but strangely I don’t. It wasn’t my idea to do this, so I sure as hell don’t feel guilty. Girls just tend to throw themselves at my feet. Of course, they do it because they think I’ll give them more than one night with my cock. I might have given the impression I’m worth my weight in gold, which frankly, makes me laugh, but whatever. I guess the right clothes, a flashy car, and plenty of cash to go around makes them believe I’m rich. As if I would share it with them … if I were in fact rich, that is. Looks can be deceiving.
I groan from the pressure she applies with her tongue, my cock bouncing against the roof of her mouth.
“Yeah, baby,” I say, “that feels good.” Spreading my fingers in her hair, I grasp it tight from excitement.
“I wanna taste your come,” she moans.
I smirk. “You sure you want me to blow in your mouth?”
She glances up at me with smudged eyes, which look more like those of a raccoon than an actual human being. So I close my eyes and imagine someone else’s lips slipping over my dick. Once I have her in my mind, it never takes long to blow my load.
Except … she stops.
What the fuck?
Making a face, I gaze down at her. She smashes her lips together, smiling, and licking them before coming back up. Now wait a minute, that wasn’t the plan.
“I was just enjoying that,” I say, groaning out loud.
“I know, but there’s plenty more where that came from. Let’s go to your place. I want to try out that bubble bath you mentioned.” She raises an eyebrow, tucking my cock back into my pants, which suddenly feel too cramped. I’m fucking hard and ready to come, and now she’s pulling this shit? Tasting my come my ass. She’s playing me.
Her fingers trail a way down my shirt while she pouts her lips. Oh no, not another one of those. Fuck no, why do I always get the money-grabbers?
I grasp her fingers and push her away.
She winces. “What the hell, Jaret?”
“Never-fucking-mind.”
I turn around and shake my head, blowing off some steam.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going? I’m not done yet.”
“I am.” I snort, and walk back to my convertible Mazda.
“What?” Her voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Such a fucking annoying, high-pitched shriek. “I thought we were going to fuck at your place!”
“You thought wrong,” I yell back, flipping my keys. “Home is for sleeping, clubbing is for fucking.”
“What a load of crap,” she yells. “Did you honestly expect me to suck you without wanting something in return?”
I stop in my tracks, look up at the sky, and laugh. It’s not even funny, but then again it is. I momentarily turn around and cock my head. “Actually, I did.”
Her jaw drops slowly, as if she’s still digesting the fact that I’m a major asshole. Of course I won’t deny it. Why should I?
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