Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
And there’s more to come…
“What happens in round two?” I ask as he hands me a glass of red.
“Round two always draws a bigger crowd,” Steve says, smirking. He goes to his bedside drawer again and takes out a monster dildo that’s as thick as his wrist. Shit. “And your needy cunt will swallow this whole, I’m sure.”
I take a gulp of wine, already buzzing in anticipation. My pussy will sure as fuck feel the stretch tonight.
“I like getting my money’s worth,” he says when he sees me eyeing up the toy.
“Don’t worry. I like to deliver,” I tell him.
“Good girl.” He clinks his glass to mine. “You drink your wine while I take a shower. Get yourself worked up for what’s coming next. You really are going to be a slut on display tonight. You’re going to earn every penny.”
“I wouldn’t want anything less.”
I’m not lying, either. I never do.
That’s one thing that always churns right down deep – the ever-growing knowledge of just what a dirty bitch I really am. Was I always like this? Was I just too obsessed with Connor to see what a true slut I wanted to be?
Who knows? Who cares? I don’t need to think about anything other than the task in front of me.
True to his word, the next couple of hours are a whirlwind of horny filth with Steve. My God, does he make me earn my money – performing for the jeering crowd as much as for him. Pete the crack head does come back for more, beckoning some more of the watchers up to the window, and there are a crowd of them up close as Steve forces the wrist-thick dildo in my used-up pussy. It hurts and strains me like a bitch when he first pounds me with it, but I take it for the crowd.
Turns out Steve is a true show-off.
He finishes our performance by fucking me from behind, hitting the right angle to have me squirming and begging until I come. And then he hogs the limelight, pushing me to my knees and shooting his load all over my face as the final act of the evening.
Wow, what a night. I’m grinning at the crowd gathered outside, cum dripping from my chin, so tempted to give a bow to the audience.
“You’re really good,” Steve says as he watches me revelling in the afterglow. “You’ve definitely earnt five stars.”
That makes the glow in my chest even brighter. Earning these five-stars tonight was filthy heaven, actually. I like Steve a lot.
But as I catch my breath – my face still dripping with cum – there’s only one thought on my mind.
Josh. Weston.
If only Steve was Weston…
And if only he’d had barbells right the way up his cock…
Our date is almost here. Tomorrow night, I’ll be in Kensington – staring over at the hardcore legend as we eat dinner together.
That’s a fantasy, all on its own.
Chapter Six
Keep it calm. That’s what I’ve been telling myself all day, but it hasn’t made the slightest bit of difference. I’m absolutely desperate to see Josh tonight, and no amount of online furniture shopping is going to keep that at bay. I’m not exactly desperate to tell him I’m going to be his new neighbour, out of nowhere, but I’ll worry about that when the time comes.
And it’s coming soon. Just a few hours to get ready.
The Mulberry restaurant is one of the classiest restaurants in the city, and I dress for the occasion. I pick out a floor length black beauty of a gown with a split up to my thigh, showing off the long legs I inherited from my mother. I curl my hair in waves, and darken my lips with plum lipstick, and my eyeliner is pure jet black to show off the pale blue of my eyes.
My foot taps in the footwell of the cab as the meter ticks along on the way. My heart is thumping faster and faster as the seconds count down, and it’s insanity. How can I be so nervous about meeting Josh, after happily getting window fucked for a crowd of spectators last night? But I can’t fight the truth. I’m way more nervous about my date tonight than I am about proposals.
It feels like there’s so much more at stake somehow.
My heart.
The poor little heart that’s still hurting under the happiness of my new world…
Fucking hell, I don’t want to get hurt again.
Keep it calm, I repeat in my head. Keep it fucking calm.
But I can’t.
The moment the cab pulls up at the entrance of the Mulberry, and I see Josh there, under the golden glow of the archway, I know I’m done for. He’s the gorgeous guy I remember from the Christmas party, in a tailored dark purple suit that matches the purple streak in his hair, complemented with a thin black tie. My mind hasn’t glorified him out of proportion while I’ve been away. Not at all. My memories are all real. He’s simply gorgeous.