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)
Scott sounds pretty natural as an arrogant college stud, standing there with his dick out, so fine and fuck it, I’ll get in the role I should be playing.
“Do what you want. Clearly, I’m just a girl in love, suckered in by an asshole college jock. So, how about you get in role, hey? We’re already on our proposal timer.”
“You for fucking real? You really want me to play Scott, right from the off?”
I take a seat on the sofa while he starts working his dick.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why the hell do you want to do that?”
It’s clear in his eyes he doesn’t like goth girls.
“Um, how about because it’ll help me get in the zone for the rest of the evening, and because we’re being paid for it? We’re on our client’s time, remember, so do your job.”
He looks at me like I’m mental, and yeah, he has the same kind of sneer on him as the guys from school did. I really don’t like him. He knows he’s hot, and he knows people will pay him for it, and he’s likely been a playboy his whole fucking life, but fuck him. Unfortunately, it’s going to be literally.
His eyes flame up at my attitude, but I don’t care, I stare right up at him, flicking my pigtails.
“Come on, will you? Get in gear and at least pretend you’re enjoying it. You are a professional, after all. Or you’re supposed to be.”
The arrogant tosser kneels on the sofa cushion beside me, and he’s so much bigger up close. The fire in his eyes is more real now. I’ve clearly touched a nerve. He sneers at me like I’m worthless.
“Don’t worry, Holly. I will be enjoying it. If you want me to play at being your boyfriend, you’d better start playing the fawning girlfriend who wants to fucking take it.”
“Or the sweet little thing that Scott is exploiting.”
He looks me up and down.
“That’s the road you want to go down, is it? I get it. Fine by me.”
He shoves me backwards against the arm of the sofa, and his fingers go straight to the buttons on my blouse, practically wrenching them open.
“Get your skirt up,” he says. “Scott wants Holly’s tight little cunt, and he wants it now.”
I hitch up my skirt as Scott gets to my bra. He tugs it down and frees my tits, smirking as he sees them.
“Nice rack on you.”
“Thanks, Scott.”
He runs his hand up between my legs, and I feel weirdly vulnerable in my white cotton panties as he hooks his fingers inside them, but I can’t help fucking gasping as he finds the right spot. He’s straight there, smack bang on the money. But it figures. Of course it does. The guy is an entertainer. He gets paid to know what he’s doing.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he says. “I’ll get you off and make you take it like a horny bitch before Daddy gets home. You really can be embarrassed at how hard you’re coming when he steps in through the door. No fucking fakery about it.”
I gasp as he curls two thick fingers inside me, my body betraying me.
“You want to get in role, let’s get in role. Tell me how much you want your boyfriend.”
My hips work of their own accord, my legs spreading. I stare into the asshole’s eyes as he works my pussy inside and out, and I force myself back into the zone, for my own fucking head’s sake.
I want to want Scott. I need to want Scott. I need Daddy to see it.
But Daddy can also realise his sweet little girl has been duped by a playboy…
“Please take me, Scott,” I say. “I know you’ve been with other girls, but take me. Show me how to be better than them, and I will be. Whatever you want. I promise.”
It only fuels his arrogance.
“They were hot lays, so you’d better match up. I don’t just want to break your pussy, you know that? I want your little virgin ass, too.”
I tip my head back, and spread wider, inviting more fingers from him.
“I want that, Scott,” I tell him, “Please!”
I’m not ready for his cock yet, but he doesn’t give a shit, just tugs my panties off and lines himself up.
“Take it, girlfriend.”
He slams into me in one vicious thrust and I cry out, taking hold of my thighs to keep in position, my eyes still on his. I cry out again as he thrusts in and out like a cold-hearted bastard, and the guy really is a professional, because he moves himself out of alignment with me, knowing his cock is going to feel like shit from that angle. It grates as he fucks me like an amateur. Like he really is idiot Scott who just wants to get his dick wet at Holly’s expense.