Chapter 2
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~Aryan
"That all you got, tough guy?" She purred, her hot whiskey breath fanning my face as we staggered into the hotel room.
I couldn't remember her name. Martha ? Mia? Mary?. Hell, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered right now was those lips and the obscene things I planned to do to them.
"Seriously you have to come up with something better than this." She mocked. "You said you were going to manhandle me up. Is this how you plan to do it?".
She looked somewhat younger than me, twenty-something or thereabout, certainly not young enough for me to give two f***s.
"you have no idea what you're asking for, blondie," I growled, reaching for her ass and squeezing hard. "I'm not an easy pony to ride."
Her breath wavered. "Try me."
"Oh, I will." I gritted. "And when I'm done cuffing you to that bed, and f*****g you so hard, you'll be begging me to use you.
Her breath trembled slightly, her eyes shimmering with a look I knew too well; Want. She wanted it. I knew her kind. They were defiant, locked in their tower of stubbornness but once they gave in, sweet lord, they'd do unspeakable things just to please you.
A cruel smile sprawled over my face when she remained too stunned to bite back. "Cat cut your tongue?".
"You have a smart mouth for sure."
"You haven't seen anything yet." I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to me, ascertaining dominance as I sealed her hot mouth in a harsh kiss that left us both breathless when I pulled away.
"On your knees".
She stared down at my hard bulge and flushed crimson red.
I smirked. "What? Shy? Scared you can't take me?"
Her eyes came back up. "I sure as hell can."
"Very well then. On your knees".
"Just so we're clear, I'm doing this because I want to, not cus you asked."
"I've heard that before".
Narrowing her eyes, she sunk to her knees in front of me and my stomach clenched when she unzipped me and took me into her hand. "I have to give it to you." Her hungry jade eyes drank me in". I was not expecting this.
She gripped me with just the right amount of pressure to send a hiss right through my mouth. "Now if you're going to suck me don't make me wonder how much longer I'm gonna have to wait.
A wicked smile stretched over her face. "Do I have a choice?"
"That depends on if you want to leave this room sore or not."
She chuckled. "Cocky bastard."
"I've heard worse." I buried my fingers into her hair and twisted it. "Show me just how good you are".
"Here goes nothing." She snaked out her pretty pink pierced tongue and laved at my shaft before slowly taking me into her mouth. It was warm, wet.
I moaned when the tip of her tongue swept over my sensitive spot, lapping at me like a melting ice cream cone on a hot Sunday.
"Deeper Blondie." Holding her hair tight, I pushed into her mouth and her shoulders hunched.
"I need you to go a little deeper than that."
Raw, intense, choking sounds of pleasure erupted from deep within her feminine throat. She didn't stop. She was gagging and choking, froth now dribbling down from the corner of her mouth but she continued to force me down her throat.
give it to you." Her hungry jade eyes drank me in. I was not expecting this.
She gripped me with just the right amount of pressure to send a hiss right through my mouth. "I'm huge. I get it. Now if you're going to continue, don't make me wonder how much longer I'm gonna have to wait".
A wicked smile stretched over her face. "Do I have a choice?"
"That depends on if you want to leave this room sore or not."
She chuckled. "Cocky bastard."
"I've heard worse." I buried my fingers into her hair and twisted it. "Show me just how good you are".
"Here goes nothing." She snaked out her pretty pink pierced tongue and laved at my shaft before slowly taking me into her mouth. It was warm, wet.
I moaned when the tip of her tongue swept over my sensitive spot, lapping at me like a melting ice cream cone on a hot Sunday.
"Deeper". I moaned holding her hair tight, I pushed into her mouth and her shoulders hunched.
"I need you to go a little deeper than that."
Raw, intense, choking sounds of pleasure erupted from deep within her feminine throat. She didn't stop. She was gagging and choking, froth now dribbling down from the corner of her mouth but she didn't stop, she continued to force me down her throat like a desperate little puppy.
"Good girl." Her nails dug into my flesh, her doe eyes bleeding black tears. My stomach tightened. I could feel my orgasm stirring, but that feeling was short lived when my cell phone started to buzz.
Fuck.
I groaned.
"What's wrong?" She looked up at me with concern in her eyes.
"Don't stop," I told her, reaching for my phone at the back of my pocket and glaring at the contact ID that popped up.
Lizzy, my mom's assistant was on the phone. What the hell did she want now?
I picked the call, staring down at Blondie as she took me back into her mouth.
"Mr. Aryan". A tiny voice laced with
anxiousness rang from the other end of the phone.
"What is it, lizzy". I gruffed, pushing the pleasantries aside.
"Sir," I couldn't see her but I could tell she was fidgeting. "Your mother wants to see you".
I was utterly confused. My mom hadn't called to see me in a while. It was always all about business. Last time, it was a business trip in Chicago but this sounded entirely different.
"And what's the reason now?, another business deal?". I asked getting irritable.
"Sir, I'm not aware of any thing but all she said was to tell you she needs to see you urgently".
What was so urgent that she needed to see me.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized blondie still sinking into me.
I released myself from her.
"I have to go".
"Why?, we haven't finished, just stay a bit". She said still on her knees. It felt like she needed this as much as I did but I felt too irritated to even look at her and with that, I zipped up, dropped a bundle of money for her on the bed being the gentleman I am and took off.
Thirty minutes and I was already at the company.
"Welcome sir, your mom is waiting for you".
"And you're sure you don't know what she wants me to do?".
"No sir, she never told me anything".
She always knew whatever was going on with my mother which made me consider that this isn't even about a business trip. It was beyond different.
"Have a sit Edward". She said noticing I stood too long not wanting to sit down.
"So what can I do for you today mother?". I asked as I took a seat adjourned to her desk, so eager to know why I'm here.
"When are you going to start bearing me grandchildren?, it's over due Edward. You keep telling me you're working on it for the past six years now".
Of all the things in this world, she called me to give me a lecture on the importance of marriage?
Blondie and I could have been having so much fun and this is what I came here for?".
I ran my fingers through my hair and suppressed a groan.
"Aren't you tired of having this conversation with me?".
"You're in your early thirties son you need a wife. I need to go to the grave knowing that you're not ending up as Lonely as I did...... The utter pain I felt loosing your father at such a young age. Loving him and loosing him, I didn't know how to love again but I want my only son to experience the love I once had. It's was so much even if it didn't last a life time, I still miss him".
My Jaw clenched.
"I don't wanna talk about this".
I scrubbed my hands over my face. As a man, I had my codes and getting married and having children wasn't one of them. I didn't care about commitment or devotion and the incident with my ex just proves the more reason why I'm better alone.
"Do you have to be goddamn rebellious?, aren't you lonely?".
I was anything but lonely.
I didn't hurt. I felt nothing most of the time. But I was not lonely.
"I am not lonely."
"You've changed since your relationship with Duna ended. You've become more vicious and I know grief hurts but sometimes it has to for you to see better and trust me she wasn't better".
"Forget it." I said. I didn't want to hear it.
Didn't want to be reminded. "I won't get married."
"I know I can't force you. I don't want to force you".
"Fine mom, I could try". But I knew I wasn't.
"It's just really important to me is all".
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