Fallacy

by K. A. Berg

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Also by K.A. Berg

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Books by KA Berg

  Fallacy

  Copyright © 2016 K.A. BERG

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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  All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, or transmitted in any medium, whether electronic, internet, or otherwise, without the expressed of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, locations, and names occurring in this book are the product of the author’s imagination or are the property of their respective owners and are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locations, or persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  All trademarks and trade names are used in a fictitious manner and are in no way endorsed by or an endorsement of their respective owners.

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  ISBN-13: 978-0-9861738-4-4

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  Contains sexual and mature content, as well as offensive language.

  Recommended for ages 18 and up.

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  Cover Design—T.E. Black Designs; www.teblackdesigns.com

  Interior Formatting—T.E. Black Designs; www.teblackdesigns.com

  Editing—Lisa Christman, Adept Edits

  Dedication

  To my readers, this is for you! Thank you so much for loving my characters enough to want to hear their story.

  Remember to never let your fears hold you back from seeking your own happiness

  Chapter One

  Quinn

  I wait for the bartender to make my martini and scan the crowd to see what I’m working with tonight. The guy I just left on the dance floor was a dud; too drunk to dance let alone fuck. Over to the far right, I see a group of college kids who look like this is their first time out in a city club. Yeah, pass. The young ones always seem to cling. Grouped at the other end of the bar, I spot the typical suits you always see at clubs—the execs in their mid-thirties who will do anything to avoid heading home. The ones who refuse to realize they’re just a tad too old to still be doing the club scene. I spend all day with tools like them. Most of them sporting wedding rings but perusing the crowd for their next lay. I may have loose morals and no shame, but I avoid guys with wives at all costs.

  A group of fairly hot guys to the left catches my attention. They’re all dressed casually, but I can tell their casual clothes don’t come cheap. Most of them are tall and decently built, but all dynamically different. They’re an eclectic group whoever they are.

  It’s clear I've caught the eye of one of them. It’s hard not to notice when a gorgeous guy is staring at you. I’m not a conceited person at all, but I am honest. I know I’m a nine on a good day and a ten when I want to be. I hit all the boxes of society’s standard of beauty: long blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, nice ass, and small waist. It’s easy to find me attractive. I’m not looking for my next boyfriend, so it works out well most people are only superficial enough to care about the window dressing. That’s all I give a shit about too. The next hot guy I can screw and kick to the curb.

  I came here on a mission. My ass is out. My tits are on display. My fuck-me heels drawing attention to my long legs. I just bought this dress, and I love how I look in it. I saw the red halter-styled dress in the window of a boutique in Chelsea, and I had to have it. The slit going up to my hip is my favorite part. I probably won’t even have to take it off to get fucked. The shoes are a bit high for my five-foot-five frame, but they’re completely covered in crystals. Who gives a shit if they make me almost six feet tall.

  Walking over to the group that hopefully holds the guy who will be warming the other side of the bed tonight, I give my hips a little more sway than normal. “You just going to stare at me all night or you going to ask me to dance?” I quirk an eyebrow and give the guy who holds my stare a little smirk.

  “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he says, stepping forward.

  I turn and head back out to the dance floor, throwing him a sexy look over my shoulder. “I want to see your moves.”

  Like an obedient puppy offered a treat, he follows me to the dance floor. He pulls my ass into his crotch and begins to grind against me in what I’m assuming he thinks is dancing. Dude can’t move to the beat. Red flags go up all around me. In my experience, if you have shitty moves on the dance floor, you have shitty moves in the sack.

  Thankfully, I only have to endure one song with him before he says, “My friends and I are upstairs. Care to join us?”

  “Sure.” Not for the reasons you’re thinking, though. I need to find a new guy for the night because you aren’t it.

  We make our way up to a roped off section marked “VIP Area.” VIP, hmm? Let’s see if I can find my own Very Incredible Peen up here. The room isn’t too crowded. I notice the same guys who were downstairs with this guy, whose name I still haven’t asked. We’re not up here for more than a minute when I hear some commotion.

  "Well, well, well, who do we have here, Tag?" one of the guys asks as my best friend, Ashley, and her new Superstar make their way into the room. Now I know why these guys are in the VIP. They must be with the Jets, like Ashley’s man. I should’ve been able to pick that up earlier based on their builds. Thinking about it now, they all look like football players. But I was too focused on getting some dick to pay any real attention.

  I watch as a very attractive guy pulls Ashley into a hug. I can’t put my finger on it, but something about this guy holds my attention. I watch as he instigates his friend by messing with Ashley. I rake my eyes down his body, taking in the way his green V-neck shirt clings to his well-defined arms. His jeans are form fitted, accentuating his ample ass. His dirty blonde hair is cut low on the sides and is a little crazy on top. The light scruff on his face would feel superb on the inside of my thighs. I only have a side profile of him, but I like what I see.

  My thoughts of sweet thigh burn are interrupted when I hear Ashely. “Quinn, my love, wanna come with me to the ladies’ room?"

  I don’t get to respond before Mr. Delicious asks, "Why on Earth do ladies always need a friend to piss with them? I’ve never understood why you can’t go alone."

  "Because we
can’t talk about who we think has the bigger dick in front of you guys. Wouldn’t want any bruised egos," I smirk. Sarcasm is my native language.

  "No need to go all the way to the bathroom to discuss that. We can whip out our dicks and show you right now. No need to waste your time debating. I win, hands down. Sorry, Tag, but I got this one. Wanna swing your fine ass over this way now, Ashley? No need to spend any more time on Little Dick here." Sexy and confident—my favorite combo in a man. Not to mention he has a sense of humor.

  "If you need to announce you have the bigger dick, then it means you don’t. Probably barely six inches. Guys with big dicks never need to advertise. They let their cocks speak for themselves." I challenge him, and we just stare at each other until he breaks out into a full-blown laugh.

  "Damn, woman. I think I just fell in love. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely be proving to you my cock can speak for himself, and he’s absolutely bigger than six inches." It’s always good when a guy can give as good as he gets. Good thing for him I also can give as good as I get—in multiple aspects of life. I plan on showing him as much as soon as I see what Ashley dilemma is. Girls only ask you to go to the bathroom to talk about something.

  "Yup, sure, that’s what they all say, sugar. Let’s go, Ash." I grab her hand and drag her off. I want to get her shit dealt with so I can get back to this fine specimen.

  Mr. Delicious is nowhere to be found when we get back from the bathroom, and I want to punch Ash for being such a cunt block. She just screwed up my night with her stupid meltdown. The man was fine as hell and has probably already found a new chick for the evening. I look around the small, dark area to see if I can spot him up here. That’s as far as I’ll go. I may want to ride his dick, but I’m not chasing him through the club. I don’t see him, and I find myself extremely irritable because of it.

  I catch the tail end of Ashley saying she needs another drink. Bitch better get drunk and laid, especially since she fucked up my chances with Superstar’s friend.

  I need to break away and have my own fun. These two are boring me. They’re bickering back and forth, and I can’t stand it anymore. I spell the night out for Tanner. "I told my Ash here she needs to loosen up, have fun, and find a hot man to help her with her plumbing problem. I still need to find my own bed-warmer for the night."

  My senses go on immediate alert as soon as I feel a warm body press against me, my mood skyrocketing several levels. Then he speaks, and my hairs stand on end. “Look no further, angel. I’m right here and I’m already in love with you. It only makes sense for you take me home. Let me show you how amazing and large my cock really is." Maybe there’s still hope to finish my night under this man after all.

  "Hmm, might take you up on that, sugar." I lead him to the dance floor downstairs, away from everyone.

  Lowering his mouth to my ear, he asks, “Do you have a name, or should I continue to call you ‘Angel’ all night?” His hot breath spreads across my neck and shoulder as he speaks.

  “It’s Quinn, but I honestly don’t give a shit what you call me. What would you like me to scream out later when you’re showing me how amazing your cock is?” I ask using the same tactic he did, leaning close to speak near his ear.

  “Shit,” I hear him hiss. “It’s Alex.”

  “Well, Alex, show me what you’re working with,” I say as I spin and start dancing.

  Alex doesn’t hesitate to place his hands on my hips and pull me against him. His hips mold to mine as he moves in perfect synchronization with me. Song after song, I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body. My body hot in every place he touches me and cold in all the places he doesn’t. Leaning my head back against his chest, I raise both of my arms over his shoulders, interlocking my fingers behind his neck. The tempo of the music is too perfect for a slow, seductive dance between the two of us as everything else fades away.

  “Are you ready to continue this party elsewhere?” Alex asks grinding his very hard erection into my back.

  “What did you have in mind?” I ask coyly.

  “You spread out over every surface of my apartment,” he replies before planting an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder.

  “Hope you have a large apartment because I’m not a girl who is easily satisfied,” I say, rolling my neck further giving him room to work with.

  Licking my neck, he whispers, “One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed.”

  “We’ll see, sugar. We’ll see,” I tell him as I pull out my phone to text my driver for the evening I’m ready to leave. I watch Alex pull his phone out as well; I’m guessing to tell the group he’s leaving. He slides his phone back into his pocket just as I finish mine. “My driver’s outside. Do you have a car to worry about?”

  “No,” he smiles. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Thank god the constant traffic from the city to Jersey doesn’t apply at two in the morning. There’s only so much teasing, licking, and groping a girl can take before she explodes. Normally, I wouldn’t be opposed to some road head, giving or receiving, but the creepy ass driver my car company gave me tonight is like a bucket of ice water to the mood. I feel as if he spends more time trying to catch a nip slip—or a glimpse of Alex’s dick, I’m not sure—than he does focusing on the road. Thirty minutes of that weirdo is enough.

  “Now that we don’t have an audience, how about we get down to the satisfaction I was promised,” I say the moment Alex closes his apartment door. I drop to my knees, not even caring about the hardness of the wood flooring and undo his belt.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?” he asks as I pop the button of his jeans.

  “You can give me the tour as we fuck our way through the place,” I say before taking his dick into my mouth. Definitely more than six inches, I think as I gag. Relaxing my throat muscles, I take a deep breath and bury Alex’s cock in my mouth. His happy trail tickles my nose as it hits his stomach.

  “Shit, angel. That’s it. Take it deep,” he says, threading his hands through my hair. He pulls it back with enough force to tilt my head up, forcing me to look at him as I suck his dick. The look of pure sexual attraction in his eyes causes an immediate flood in my barely-there panties. Fuck me, he’s hot.

  The club lighting didn’t do this man any justice whatsoever. Without the multicolored lights, I can see his features more clearly. What amazing features they are. He has the most captivating hazel eyes I have ever seen. Forest green and gold swirled together oozing nothing but pure desire—desire for me. The gold frame of the picture on the wall behind him is making different colors in them more pronounced. He has a strong, narrow jaw further defined by chiseled cheekbones. And those full lips look like they could probably cover my entire pussy. The light scruff of his beard is the icing on the cake.

  “If you fuck anything like you suck, we’re both in for an incredible night,” he tells me before lifting me from the ground and invading my mouth with his tongue.

  Pulling my mouth from his, I say, “How about we start the night with my pussy all over your face?”

  “A woman who knows what she wants,” he murmurs as he unties the straps holding my dress up and slides it down until it’s pooled at my feet.

  As I make to kick off my shoes, Alex stops me. “Leave them on. When I throw those gorgeous legs over my shoulders, I want to feel them digging into my back as I make you scream with my tongue.”

  “How about we make that happen then?” I reply, strutting to the black leather couch situated in the middle of the living room.

  I hear his pants hit the ground as I lay across the soft leather of the sofa. Draping one leg over the arm, I find my clit under my G-string and begin to rub. The shuffling continues behind me, but I close my eyes and stay focused on myself.

  “Shit, that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” I open my eyes and find Alex standing in front of me, his dick in his hand, stroking his very impressive length. Long and thick, it looks like it could hit all the right spots.

 
I slide my panties to the side, giving him a full frontal of my pussy and dip my finger inside. My eyes close again and a moan slips past my lips. I’ll allow this little show to go on for a tiny bit longer, but I came here for more. Playing with my pussy is something I can do anytime I want, but I can’t fuck myself. If I could, life would be a lot easier.

  It seems like Alex and I are on the same page because he doesn’t waste much time dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushes the coffee table back giving himself some room to work with, then grips my panties and pulls, tearing what little material was there in two. Swatting my hand out of his way, he dives full force into my pussy.

  “Fuck,” I call out as his tongue swipes over every inch of me. He laps at me before pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking hard. “Yes.”

  “Mmm,” he murmurs against my nub sending vibrations through my core. Pushing my legs open wider, Alex pulls away and stares down at my pussy before licking from top to bottom in slow torturous fashion. Before I can even voice my complaints regarding his change of pace, he thrusts his tongue into my opening and devours me from the inside out. “You taste incredible.”