Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Sensing my hostility, Patrick spoke again.
“I’ve been in therapy for fifteen years since the incident,” he says in a well-modulated voice. “It works wonders, and that with my marriage and becoming a father has changed me. I assure you, it didn’t happen more than once or twice.”
I take a moment, staring at the tumbler of brandy in my hand. Then I shrugged. What the hell. Patrick went to the effort of changing his ways and seems to have succeeded. Plus, the woman herself didn’t concern me at all. I’ve fought wars on hell-forsaken grounds. I’ve burrowed into foxholes, listening to live munitions screaming not two feet above my head. How bad could a sassy redhead be? My mind was made up.
“We’re on for two million?”
“It’ll be in your bank account tomorrow,” Patrick assured me. “One million up front, and another at the end of your term.”
I placed my tumbler down before standing.
“Then we have a deal,” I said. Without shaking my new employer’s hand, I strode out of Castle Droghaire. The place is a massive pile of black stone, jagged and ugly. But it’s not a maze. I’d entered with the awareness of a soldier, mentally mapping the place, and I already knew my way out. Within a week, I was on my way to Vegas.
But today, I did not expect. I decided to do a little diligence on Miss Ainsley O’Lachlan. Patrick hasn’t told his sister that he’s hired me as her bodyguard, and I figured I’d catch her fashion show and get a sense of the woman in her element. She was one of the models, and if I was lucky, I’d put eyes on the target before heading back to the hotel and calling it a night.
Ha. In my dreams. Sure, the models were pretty, looking like painted dolls with flirtatious smiles while prancing around in revealing bikinis. Quite a few resembled Malibu Barbie, with lots of golden blonde hair streaming in the fake wind, while music blasted from overhead speakers. But when Ainsley O’Lachlan stepped onto the runway, the air evaporated from my lungs. My dick got stiff, and a chant started in my mind. Mine, mine, mine.
What the fuck? I’ve never even met this woman before! Yet as she sashayed down the runway, I couldn’t rip my eyes from those ample curves. The woman has luscious Double D tits, encased in a sheer top. Yeah, I could see the outline of her nipples, hard and pointy as they practically poked through the material. And the bikini bottoms she had on? It was basically a postage stamp held up with string. I could have flicked it away and touched her clit, it was so fucking revealing.
But the audience oohed and ahed around me, like nothing was wrong. They acknowledged that a redheaded goddess was before us, but did they not see how her assets bounced and jiggled, those creamy thighs lush and inviting? Did they not see the flash in those green eyes, and the curve of her moist pink lips? Did they not see...?
Unfortunately, it was Ainsley who didn’t see. Actually, I’m not sure what happened. She slipped, and a horrified look appeared on her delicate features.
“Ahhh!” she cried, going down in a jumble of arms and legs. But this wasn’t a simple fall because they’d greased the runway beforehand. At least, that’s what it looked like. The stench of coconut oil was strong, and I swear I saw someone lube that thing up with a tub of mystery liquid like it was a fucking waterslide. So when Ainsley collapsed and then began to skid towards the throng of photographers, I sprang into action. I darted from my seat in back, shouldering individuals out of the way, before holding my arms out to catch the curvy girl.
“Ooomph!” she shrieked as she collided with me at sixty miles an hour, knocking the breath out of my lungs. We went ass over heels backwards, probably doing an entire somersault in the process. But it doesn’t matter because I cushioned her fall with my bulk, shielding that curvy figure from serious injury. Yet something weird happened as well because her bikini was pulled loose by the collision. Her top came undone, exposing those giant, swinging tits, and her bikini bottoms were yanked to the side, exposing that swollen, bare pussy. Even crazier, my mouth happened to be pressed against that delicious cunt because of our awkward fall.
Yes, I did it. I more than did it. I didn’t just lick her cunt, savoring the flavor of aroused female on my lips. I sucked Ainsley’s clit a little too, grinning as she squirmed above me.
“Oooh!” she shrieked. “Ah ah ah!”
Then, I even tried to push my tongue into her tight twat, fucking her vag while the crowd gathered around us, asking if we were alright.