All In

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Book: All In Read Free
Author: Molly Bryant
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I make sure and explain to each and every one of these females that all I am interested in is sex, once. They claim that they agree, and fully understand. But, they don’t, hell no. The last girl's heat I dappled into that lived here in Vegas kept coming over, and coming over. Stopping by the shop, followed me home and begged me to sleep with her again. It freaked me out a little bit then I had to tell her to get the hell on. I'm honestly not a dick head, just sometimes all I do is think with one.
    “Are you sharing a room with anyone?” I asked between breaths as she had jumped on my back down the hallway of the twentieth floor. I would say it were difficult if I had been drinking, but, I don’t drink all that often. Hardly ever, really.
    “Negative soldier, that way!” she pointed down the hallway and kept on laughing. I winced, the laughter stinging my eardrums making me dizzy . If she wasn’t so damn sexy, I would say screw this and put her down. I would possibly even run the fuck away from this chick.
    We made it to her room, she fumbled the card key in her hands for at least two minutes. I tried to help, but she insisted that she could do it. So damn stubborn. I looked around down the hallway, blowing a breath of air out of boredom.
    “Got it,” she turned around, her pink stained lips curled up into a smile. Her blue eyes screamed something along the lines of ‘fuck me’, she blinked slowly. She was relatively calm all of a sudden which made me that much harder for her. I traced my bottom lip with my tongue as my eyes scanned her soft, tan skin from her collarbone down to her red toe nails. Still in the doorway, I kissed her. I felt her body melt under my touch.
    “Harder,” she moaned in my ear, wrapping her legs around my waist tighter as I pounded into her faster. I was bucking, hitting her g-spot with every thrust of my hips.
    “You like it when I do that, don’t you,” I whispered against her lips.
    “Grr...” she growled like a panther. Flipping me over, she straddled me then rode my cock like she were riding a bull.
    “Holy shit!” I laughed aloud, enjoying every moment of this freaky nasty babe above me, tits bouncing furiously.
    I could feel her tightening around me, I knew she was close. I pinched the bridge of my nose, struggling to hold back making sure I was someone that little Miss. Princess would never forget. I wanted to be the person she would run back to wherever she was from and talk about to her friends for days.
    I felt her rhythm was suddenly interrupted when I had heard the the door click open.
    “I cannot believe you lost ten grand, Harold! Ten grand!” an older woman's voice rang from the doorway.
    “Please, Patricia,” a man whined. “Must you rub it in all night?”
    “Oh, shit! My parents!” she whispered frantically, hopping off of my now limp, cock-blocked erection.
    “Your what?” I quickly jumped off the bed as quick as I could, grabbing my clothes. I was trying to shove my pants on when the mother screamed from behind me.
    “A man’s ass, Harold! A man’s ass!” she shrilled, pointing her damn fake ass tiger claws at me.
    “Sorry, I am so sorry!” I said, throwing my other leg into my jeans as I tried to get past the parents failing miserably. I kept tripping on my pant leg. I fell with an ‘oomph’ landing on my face out the door of their hotel room. All the while, the mom was still screaming about my bare ass.
    I turned around, tripping along the hallway to see the dad standing in the door frame of the hotel room. “You sick bastard! Stay the hell away from my daughter, you man whore!” he yelled.
    ~
    I walked the strip for over an hour letting my heart calm down from the adrenaline rush. I was miserable as my shirt was sticking to my back in the hot desert heat, and my blue balls were aching up in my gut making me feel as though I wanted to vomit. Fuck, I felt like I was back in high school.
    How old was that girl? She had to have been at least

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