Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But I’m not too worried because she had been definitely been into it, that’s for sure. The woman had moaned and squealed, her pussy gushing with ecstasy. But still – why did she turn white as a sheet when I entered the room?
I’ll find out soon enough because what we did this morning was just a taster - I want more of her. I want to see Fiona’s whole body, nude and plush from every angle. I want to push my cock into every hole. I’m sure her tight pussy isn’t the only delicious orifice. My cock grows even harder as I think of it in her delicate little mouth, her full lips pouting as she sucks desperately, her pink tongue rolling across the head. I have to shift my position because my cock gets so hard that it’s pushing painfully against the zip of my pants. Fuck. Thinking about Fiona has me horny as shit, and I still haven't figured out how to get her back.
But for now, there are certain needs to be addressed. I unzip and reach inside my trousers, enclosing my raging hard-on in my fist. The office is empty, and even if anyone were here, they wouldn't dream of entering without knocking first. Leaning my head back, I stroke my pulsing cock as I allow my thoughts to roam back to Fiona’s body. This time I wonder what she’d look like from the back, her wide ass offered up to me. If her cunt was that tight, I wonder what her ass would be like? I imagine pushing my cock gently into her tight little hole as I beat my cock harder now, and my balls contract hard at the fantasy. I envision having her on all fours with my cock sliding in an out of her ass to the hilt, fucking her bottom so good that her pussy queefs in pleasure. And with a shout, the cum comes flooding then. I orgasm for the second time that day, hot semen shooting onto my desk and spraying over a couple papers. Aww, fuck fuck fuck, how badly I want Fiona.
I’ve only just cleaned myself up before I start making phone calls like a madman. I’m gonna find her. Where did she work again? Some make-up agency. This girl has me going crazy and I need to know if she feels the same way. I made her scream earlier. I felt her orgasm on my cock as I fucked her. I know she wants me too, and I’m determined to make it happen again.
A sudden thought crosses my mind even as the phone starts ringing. Because this sweet little brunette is probably too good for me. She’s sweet and innocent, whereas I’m an asshole billionaire. All my life I’ve only cared about work and making money, fast cars and fast women. But deep down, I’m ready for something different. No more popsicle blondes with no brain between their ears. No more Bentleys and cash registers that ring non-stop. Instead, there’s a beautiful brunette out there … and I’m determined to see where this leads.
5
Fiona
I can’t stop mulling over everything that happened yesterday. After Dylan and I had sex without much more than a brief introduction in the make-up room, I had to get the hell out of there. Because what the hell happened? He’s Ricky’s identical twin! I just fucked twins?
Okay, not simultaneously. I don’t ever want to touch Ricky again. But I had sex with the bad twin just a couple days ago, and it ended the way it always does. Him in me, grunting and straining while blasting me with his seed. Me, stiff as a board, with a nervous smile on my face.
That’s not that incredible in and of itself. What’s incredible is that I met Ricky’s twin, Dylan, just this morning, and had crazy hot sex with him too. What woman makes out with twins one right after another? It’s like the Jerry Springer show.
But at the same time, I’d been so attracted to Dylan, and the loving had been amazing. Totally fulfilling, and my pussy’s still sore from the hard pounding from that huge cock. But once he left, I went into panic mode. Because holy shit, what had I done? I’d just gotten down with a customer, and a big one at that. My company’s contract was probably going to be terminated.
So in a panic, I fled with my make-up case in hand. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized that by leaving, I’d made things even worse - it’s customary for the make-up artist to hang around during the shoot for touch-ups. Now I’d really blown it.
But it was too late now. I couldn’t go back. I got back home and for the second time in 24 hours, curled up on the sofa with a tub of ice-cream and a girly movie. Only this time I couldn’t focus on the story or characters. Instead, all I thought about was my own relationship problems, and the identical twins that I just got it on with, one right after another. Holy cow. Overwhelmed, I gave up trying to watch and flipped the TV off before heading to bed, exhausted and confused.