My breathing quickens, the throb in my clit getting more and more intense as I bring my legs up and part them, letting them fall open, I can feel how wet I am through my panties. This has never happened before. I’ve never been able to get this far.
I close my eyes and rub my clit with my finger. I imagine his lips on mine, the feel of his body between my thighs, his weight on top of me as he moves inside me. I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers as I chase my release. I imagine the beautiful sounds he would make as he thrusts into me, the sound of a deep groan rumbling through his body.
How fast would he go? How hard?
A small moan escapes my lips as my body erupts into ecstasy. I hold my free hand over my mouth, my teeth biting into my bottom lip to stifle my moans as I’m hit with wave after wave of my climax.
Holy shit. I lie there, my breathing beginning to even out as I come down from my high, my legs still shaking from my release.
After so many years of feeling nothing, years of my body not reacting to anyone, and all it took was one man. Him.
I feel my eyelids begin to close and I slowly drift off to sleep, and dream of a beautiful man with eyes the colour of the ocean.
Chapter 3
Kyle
I 'm sat on the edge of the sofa, a girl I picked up at the casino straddling my lap, her tongue in my mouth, her body pressed hard up against mine, all she’s wearing is a red lacy bra and the smallest thong I think I’ve ever seen.
I can’t remember her name. Was it Anna? Hannah? Fuck knows.
She’s beautiful, blonde and has legs that stretch on for miles, she’s exactly my type, so why am I not hard?
I should be buried to the hilt inside this girl, fucking her until she’s screaming my name loud enough for the whole damn city to hear, so why am I not hard?
All I know, is that the sounds she’s making as she grinds her pussy against my crotch, my soft crotch, are completely fake, too forced, and artificial, it's like she's trying too hard to please me.
It’s the biggest fucking turn off.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to hear a woman moan for me, scream beneath me, it’s the best fucking sound in the world, to hear a woman calling your name as she comes, when it’s real that is.
But this girl, is just too false, it’s like she’s acting in a porno or some shit. Her moans against my mouth are too melodramatic and staged, she’s obviously never came across the term, ‘less is more’.
She runs her hands over my bare chest, through my unbuttoned shirt, they work their way down, one of her hands slips into my pants, under the waistband of my underwear and wraps around my cock, stroking me, which has no effect.
I try to focus, to force myself into being attracted to this girl, this girl who so clearly wants me. Tonight is no different from the hundreds of times I've been in this same situation, a girl, ready and willing to fuck, so what the fuck is wrong with me?
She pops into my head.
The girl from the dress store in my casino.
I was talking with some of my business associates when she first caught my eye, gently running her hands over the dresses on display, after that I couldn't look away, I had to get closer, I had to know her.
She looked so out of place in her pale pink dress and her cardigan, she looked like she was on her way to a tea party or a barbeque, not a night out in a casino in Manhattan.
But among all the glitz and glamour that's housed in my casino and my hotel, all the stunning women that come and go in their ten thousand-dollar dresses, with their designer handbags and their full faces of makeup that probably took half a day to complete, that girl was the most beautiful.
She’s not anywhere near my type, but she stood out among all the rest, like everyone else around her were in black and white and only she was in colour.
That long silky chestnut coloured hair that cascades down her back, stopping mid-way. That full, plump mouth, that sends my mind reeling, imagining all of the things her pink lips could get up to, lips I desperately want to taste. Those beautiful emerald eyes, the most gorgeous fucking eyes I've ever seen. Eyes I could get lost in, drown in.
What made her beautiful was the fact that unlike all of the fake women around her that fill my casino, she didn’t have to try to be beautiful, she was just that... beautiful.
My dick jumps.
“That’s more like it,” the girl on my lap moans, a seductive smile touching her lips.
I snap out of my daydream and look up at the girl as she continues to palm my cock through my pants.
All I can think about as I look up at her, is that she isn’t the girl from the casino. She isn’t the girl I want.
She climbs off my lap and slides down between my spread knees. She runs her hands up my thighs before she begins to pull my cock out of my pants, but I grip her wrists to halt her.
“Stop.”
“What? Why?” she asks, she sounds almost hurt.
“I'm sorry, I’m just not feeling it.”
“Come on, we could have so much fun together.” She
