“We’re just leaving now, we’ll be there shortly.”
“You said 5:30, it’s…” I lean over and look at the hotel alarm clock on the night stand, shit, it’s 5:00, “Fine, I’ll be ready.”
I hang up and throw the phone on the bed while I saunter over to the closet and get out an Armani suit. I’ll wear the pants and a shirt and leave the jacket here. It’s not so cold I’ll need it.
I’ll definitely be going home with a woman tonight, because it’s been too fucking long. I don’t want her to come back here because I’ll still be here for another ten days and I don’t want her banging on my door telling me she loves me blah, blah, blah. Stupid insta-love women.
I’ll insist we go back to her place. I get a bit of a spring in my walk because I’m getting laid tonight. I need to de-stress and what better way than having a woman fucking me with her mouth? I make my way down to the lobby and get looks from a few women, but none of them catch my eye. I like blondes, big-busted blondes, so I keep walking.
I’m outside and in an act of perfect timing, Thomas drives up. I get in the back and Emily immediately accosts me and starts talking about some shit I don’t give a damn about. What do I care if she and Thomas want to go on a vacation?
I sit in the back and groan yes and no to questions I barely hear and don’t register. I hope I’m not agreeing to do something I wouldn’t usually do, but then again, there’s not much I don’t do.
Dinner’s just as painful as the trip over, but at least I’m not stuck in a car listening to Emily rattle on and Thomas pretending he’s listening to her. There are some very nice-looking women here and a couple of them have looked over at me and smiled.
“You’re not serious, Ben; you’re not considering sticking your dick in those?” Emily spits out.
“Not now you made me go soft, Emily. Let’s get out of here and go to the bar,” I say as I roll my eyes at my sister and throw some money on the table, paying the bill.
We head over to a bar called Bar X. It’s an upscale type of place. Most the men are in suits and the few women who are here are dressed in rather nice dresses. I look around and don’t see anyone who catches my eye yet.
It is only 8:30, so the night’s still young. Tom finds us a tall table with bar stools and we sit there while a pretty young girl makes her way over to us and asks us for our drink order.
Tom and I are having beers and Emily’s having some girlie shit called a Midori Splice–as scary as Emily is, she still drinks crap like that. Seriously, who drinks that shit? Beer and bourbon should be the only things allowed in a bar. I scan the room again and still see nothing I like.
The young waitress comes back with our drinks and a big smile for me. I’ll be going home with her if I don’t find myself a blonde with nice tits. Even though she’s brunette she’ll do, I suppose.
We’ve been in the bar for a while and I grumble as my lower back’s starting to hurt from sitting on my ass. I stand and Thomas stops talking and looks at me, “Where’re you going Ben, you’re not leaving yet?” Emily leaves to go the bathroom at that moment.
“Fucking relax, Tom, my back’s hurting and I just want to stand for a while.”
“You sound like an old man Ben.”
“Shut up, dickwad!” Tom continues babbling about some shit and I scan the room again. I watch this woman who’s sitting over at the bar as she’s being hit on by some slimy guy. I can’t see her face, just her killer body.
Tight round ass, sculpted arms and her legs look like they go all the way to the moon. She’s a brunette, but from what I can see from back here, her body’s fucking gorgeous. The guy trying to pick her up slips away with his tail between his legs. How funny, what a fucking loser.
I turn to see Emily is back and now she and Thomas are standing in front of me. Thomas with his arms around her waist and he’s talking some more shit about who knows what. Thomas, I’m really not listening. Thomas looks around the room and he swings his head back to me.
“Ben, check her out.” Tom gestures for me to turn where I was looking a minute ago at the girl at the bar.
I turn around and I’m floored. Who the fuck is that? The stool she’s sitting on is turned to face directly toward me, lucky stool.
Big, beautiful, hypnotic black eyes meet mine and burn into me. I’m frozen on the spot; I’m going home with her tonight. I smile at her, giving her the grin I know drives women crazy. I feel like my heart’s been hit by jumper cables. My breath’s coming out uneven and my cock’s twitching for attention.
I find my feet have brought me right in front of her, our bodies almost touching–how the hell did I get here? She’s leaning back on the bar with her elbows and her body’s even better than I thought.
What I want to do to her fucking tits and those pouty lips and her pussy. I’m hard and I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. It’s almost painful…almost. I think I’m going to go mad if I don’t touch her. “I’m going to buy you a drink.” I’m claiming her to be mine tonight.
“Good.” Fuck, even her voice is sexy.
She lifts an eyebrow at me while I sit next to her on the seat slimy guy vacated. The only part of our bodies that’s touching is our knees, and it’s driving me insane, I’m becoming delirious from her body and her face and that mouth.
Good God, that mouth. Her lips are so full and plump, so soft and perfect. It’s taking everything in my power not to grab her, hitch her dress up and fuck her over this bar stool. She eyes me up and down and her eyes settle on my cock for a second too long and I don’t mind it at all.
“I’m Ben Pearson.” Yes, baby girl, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you tonight, I’m going to make you scream my name.
“Anna Moore,” she says as I’m watching her mouth. If I keep staring like this I’m going to fucking come before we leave.
I lean right into her ear, “What are you drinking?” My hard-on is starting to get really uncomfortable now. Once I’m so close to her ear I can smell her and all I want to do is devour her. Sweet, like apples.
“Jack, straight up,” she almost says in a whisper. I groan because she’s fucking perfect.
I lean in closer and huskily whisper, “One drink, then we go back to my hotel room.” Shit. Why the hell did I suggest my damn hotel room? Doesn’t matter, I just want to be inside her. Her drink arrives and I stand, impatiently waiting for her to finish it so we can go. I don’t even think the glass hits the bar and I have her up and out of there, heading outside.
There’s a weird electrical warmth where our hands are entwined, I look down in case someone’s doused us with gasoline and set my hand on fire. “How?” I’m left speechless not knowing what exactly is going on. What’s this woman doing to me? I’m going insane.
“Wait, where’s your hotel?” I don’t really hear the question because all my head can do is think about being near her, on her, and in her.
“The Hilton, one block over.” I’m not letting her go and I have no idea why she asked that stupid question.
“I’ll meet you there. I don’t want to leave my car here so I’ll drive over and park under the hotel. What’s your room number?” She indicates toward her car and it’s a Mercedes Roadster. Fucking sexy. I wonder if I can bend her over the hood and fuck her hard on it. God, I wanna watch her come.
I pull out the spare card key and I put it in her petite hand. “Room 147,” I say to her. I just can’t help this animal attraction I’m feeling toward her. I grab her and start kissing her, not gentle and sweet, but rough and urgent.
I grab the back of her head and keep her in place, where I can use my tongue and mouth on hers; Anna’s not resisting, she’s actually moaning which encourages me to keep going. My left hand slowly makes its way down to her right hip and I pull her closer to me, my hard-on pressing into her covered pussy.
She bites on my lower lip and that almost pushes me over the edge. Shit, I’m about to come. How can this woman make me so hot for her?
My coc
k hasn’t calmed down since I laid eyes on her. Anna pulls away and looks up at me with a lustful expression. Her eyes tell me we’re in for a great night. Tonight’s one night I don’t want to sleep.
All I want to do is make her come over and over and over again, for as long as I can. In the shower, on the bed, bent over the sofa, and up against the wall. Everywhere I can, I’ll take her. I turn to leave her but turn back immediately almost pleading with her, “Don’t be late; you have ten minutes.” I almost run to the hotel room to wait for her.
I get into the room and call Emily straight away. “What the hell happened to you, Ben?” she sounds worried.
“I’m waiting in the hotel for her. Don’t bother me for the next twenty-four hours, Emily. You and Claire take care of anything that presents itself. Do not disturb me,” I’m talking very loudly, very clearly, and don’t give Emily the chance to respond before I hang up and put my phone on silent. I still need it on, but I won’t be answering any calls tonight.
I take my shoes and socks off and the cuff links Mom and Dad bought me for my last birthday before they died. I roll the sleeves up to my elbows and I hear the door. She’s not even inside the door when I have her pegged up against the wall.
There’s just something about her I can’t help myself with. Never have I felt this kind of instantly passionate connection with a woman before. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. I really don’t want to slow down. I have to have my mouth and my hands all over her body. I just can’t get close enough.
I can’t wait to be inside her. I’m pressing myself up against her, letting her know I want her. She rips my shirt; I mean, she rips the fucking thing off me. The buttons are God knows where and she’s attacking me with as much heat and vigor as I’m attacking her. I unzip her dress and push it off her shoulders.
My need for her is uncontrollable, extreme to the point of being lustfully wild. She already has my zipper down on my pants and I kick them off onto her dress. I stand back and look at her and fuck, I think I’m going to have a heart attack. She’s wearing this tiny piece of black, lacy material and her bra matches it and is see through.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Anna. What you’ve done to me tonight is…” It’s impossible to even finish that sentence. She’s just amazing and sexy and fascinating and so deliciously enticing. I pounce on her like a hunter pounces on its prey, and she returns the sentiment with the same ferocious need.
I rip her panties off and throw them as my hands are undoing the clasp of her bra quickly and easily. She pushes my boxers all the way down and I pull at her bringing her thighs up around my waist. Anna’s pushing herself onto me and I’m almost coming just because she has this urgent raw need to be satisfied. She’s a woman who knows what she wants and that turns me on like nothing else. I’ve never met anyone like Anna Moore in my life.
“Wait, you need a condom.” What the fuck, why the hell didn’t I think of that.
“I don’t have one.” Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I’m still kissing her neck and licking it, but I’m going to have to stop. Fucking stupid condoms.
“I do.” She’s amazing and she’s my equal. Holy hell, Anna is fucking enticing with her legs wrapped around me and her tight pussy rubbing against me. She climbs off me and in a flash is back with the condom; she hands it to me and I rip the packet open and slide it on my hard-on.
I don’t think I’ll be lasting long but hell, I’m going to try. All I know is I want to be buried in her for as long as possible tonight, and tomorrow.
I don’t give her a second to respond, I have her pushed up against the wall and I pull on her thighs as she wraps herself around me. I push deep inside her and almost come undone right away.
“Anna.” I’m moaning and my heart’s about to bounce out of my fucking chest. “You’re so beautiful.” Baby girl, you really are just so beautiful and your pussy’s wet and fucking tight.
Her lips are all over my mouth and my neck; she lets out a feral moan, “Shut up and fuck me hard.” Anna’s mouth is finding mine with more determination. I lean her back against the wall a bit harder securing her in the spot and I bring one arm around and start rubbing her clit. “Faster, harder.” Her words cause tightening around my balls.
“Anna, I’m close. You need to come now.” I’m working her clit hard and I’m struggling to keep myself back. I feel her tight, wet pussy tightening around me and clamping down. She erupts around my cock, milking me, taking me closer to the edge. Three more thrusts and I’ve never come so hard.
I don’t think I can hold on to her anymore, so I gently put her down and go into the bathroom. I close the door and lean up against the vanity unit. I look at myself in the mirror and my entire body’s flushed and I’m literally shaking. My legs can barely support my own body.
What spell has this woman put me under?
All I want to do is go again. I’ve just taken the condom off and thrown it in the trash and I want to dive into her pussy. I want to lick her clit and I want to watch her as she comes on my face, oh my God, I need to calm down before I come again in the bathroom without Anna.
I clean myself up and go back out into the room to see Anna’s now lying face down on the bed with the sheet just around her sexy delectable ass.
Her hair’s splayed out on the pillow and her eyes are focused on me. I walk as steady as I can and get into bed with her. She’s smiling at me but there’s something in her eyes that tells me she’s a keeper of secrets.
I wonder if she can see the secrets I’m guarding too.
I lean over to kiss her and I bring my hand up running it through her silky-smooth locks. She really is exceptional and just so perfect.
“Where are you from, Anna Moore?” I’m playing with her hair and running my hand gently up and down her back. She says she’s from Florida but her answer’s very robotic, I don’t believe her, but I don’t press her for any more information. Anna asks me to tell her something about me.
I think about that for a few seconds and I tell her about my sisters and my life, well part of it. I start kissing her shoulder, my body now almost hovering over her hers. I continue talking as I’m kissing her and she’s letting out small moans, enjoying what I’m doing to her.
My cock’s rock hard again and it almost can’t wait to be buried inside Anna again. ”I’m the Police Chief in St. Cloud, Minnesota,” I continue saying as I’m kissing her but something happens. She tenses and her body shuts down. Her eyes glass over and there’s no expression on her face at all. “What’s wrong?” Shit, don’t tell me she hates cops.
“You live in St. Cloud and you’re the Police Chief there? Wow, I actually know of that town. I passed through there once for work. I was on my way to Minneapolis and stopped by St. Cloud. It’s a lovely place, looked very quiet.” Has Anna just had a case of verbal diarrhea? She stops herself from talking but that mask hasn’t slipped off her face.
She quickly and quietly gets up and locks herself in the bathroom. I hear the shower running and she’s in there for a while. I keep my eye on the clock; ten minutes pass. Then fifteen minutes pass.
I go and knock on the door to see if she’s okay or needs anything and I get no response. I go and lay back down and the shower finishes soon after. She comes back out in a towel and I’m looking forward to round number two with her. And round three, and round four, and as many rounds as we can go.
“Thank you for a lovely time, Ben.” What the hell? Back up, baby girl. She starts reaching for her dress. I’m lying there in complete and utter shock. What just happened? I literally am speechless. “It really has been great. I enjoyed myself very much,” she continues. I sit up in bed, because this isn’t ending like this, what the hell. Did I fall down the rabbit hole and I’m in a dream or should I say a fucking nightmare?
She leans down and her lips are almost on mine, the heat radiating from our mouths is undeniable, she bends that little further and our mouths meet, I lick her bottom lip as I grab her and pull her toward the bed beca
use I don’t want her to leave, not now, not ever.
She breaks the kiss and pulls away from me.
“Wait. Please, you don’t need to leave. Have dinner with me tomorrow night. Please.” I’m clutching at straws. I just want her to stay so I can be with her and get to know her. “Anna, I really like you. You can’t tell me you don’t feel what I’ve been feeling. There’s something magical about us. There’s a spark that just keeps jumping every time I touch you. It’s like we fit together. Tell me you feel it. Tell me I’m not imagining it. This is crazy.” This is fucking nuts because I’ve never felt this.
My hands find my hair and I’m tugging at it. That happens every time I’m nervous about something. “Just, don’t go, Anna. I’ve never felt like this for anyone in my life. What we have…” I look into her beautiful eyes and she’s fighting it herself. Her eyes aren’t glassed over any more. They look sad, lost, and conflicted.
She straightens her back and that damn mask is back on, all feelings and emotions have now left her eyes and beautiful face. “Goodbye, Ben,” she says, and with that she turns to leave.
I grab her shoulders and push her up against the door, “You can’t deny this.” I start giving her light kisses up and down her jaw avoiding her mouth that’s now hard pressed into a thin line. “Please give me your number.” I try to keep her here by showing her how much I want her; I’m begging her to stay here with my words and my body. She pushes me away and opens the door and leaves.
The most perfect woman has just walked out on my life as quickly as she waltzed in and it feels like I’ve been kicked in the chest. I lean up against the door with my forehead pressed on the cold wood. I try to regain my breathing.
My damn phone starts vibrating against the table.
“What?” I shout down the line.
“Boss, we have a problem…”
Anna Brookes in Training
Find out what happened to transform the fifteen-year-old Anna Brookes, the Girl with the Golden Aim, into the deadly assassin 15. After her father is killed and her home destroyed, orphan Anna Brookes finds herself homeless in Gulf Breeze, Florida. After she saves Lukas from a deadly attack, he takes her in and begins to train her in the assassin’s craft. Learn how Lukas’s unconventional training hones Anna’s innate skills until she is as deadly as her mentor.
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