Page 8 of Fighting the Odds

My phone vibrates in my hands and I get hopeful it’s Colt messaging back that he’s able to ditch the family bullshit. But when I look, it’s not.

Savvy: Yeah, I can be there in 30, just let me ditch Jasmine.

Me: C U then.

Dropping my phone on the bed, I head downstairs to get something to drink and wait for Savannah to show up. As I round the corner at the end of the stairs, I hear Dad’s voice booming from his office.

“We’re back on, Neal.” He must be talking on the phone, which is odd because he usually uses the speakerphone for business calls at home. “Yeah, I don’t have a set date, but when I do, I’ll let you know. Yeah, she was sick and needed some time to recover. The manager at the club messaged me to let me know this morning. Not that I would care, not like I want to kiss the slut, just fuck her.” More silence, before his voice rings out again. “Sounds good. I’ll have the room on standby. Let the others know.” I hear the clink of the phone hanging up, then the sound of his office chair rolling across the hardwood floor.

I step back around the corner, not wanting him to see me. Great, just as I get rid of one slut, another comes in full force, ready to take her place. They’re like fucking cockroaches.

I’m on a roll today. I’ll get rid of this bitch just as easily as I did Sierra. I just need to find out who she is. After seeing Dad’s receipts, I know she works at Tiger Tail, so I’ll start there.

Dad’s footsteps get closer and I duck into the hallway bathroom until he passes. Speaking with him is not on my agenda at the moment. I don’t want him bringing down my happy mood. It would definitely be a boner killer.

He heads up the stairs, and when I can’t hear his footsteps anymore, I step out of my hiding place. I forget about needing a drink. I want to get back to my room, eager to learn more about this place.

Just as I go to head up the stairs, the doorbell rings. Groaning, I turn and take a few steps to grab the doorknob, swinging it open. Savannah is standing on the other side. Has it been thirty minutes already?

“Hey baby, it didn’t take as long as I thought. I didn’t know you lived so close to Jasmine.”

Her voice grates on my nerves and damn if she can lie like a sociopath. Jasmine lives nowhere near me. My best guess is she ditched her anywhere she could without a second thought. Savannah is cold and conniving. It’s one reason she made the best attack dog to sic on Sierra. She’s relentless. Of course, it also didn’t hurt that she was always jealous of her and our relationship. She saw this as a perfect opportunity to snag me for herself.

“Something’s come up, so I’m going to take a raincheck.”

She reaches out, cupping my cock with her hand.

“Seems like he still wants me. Come on, baby, let me make you feel good.” She leans and kisses my neck, trying her damndest to change my mind.

“Fine, let’s go upstairs and get it over with. I got shit I need to do.” I remove her hand from my crotch and step to the side, allowing her to come in.

She follows me up the stairs, the overpowering scent of the floral perfume she’s wearing almost choking me. It smells as if she showered in it.

Dad doesn’t make an appearance, thankfully. I shut the door behind me as we step into my bedroom. I unbutton my pants and pull my cock out before lying down on the bed, resting my head on the headboard.

Savannah just stands there licking her lips as her eyes peruse my body.

“Are you sucking me off or not?” I don’t have time for games. I need to find out about this stripper and the fucking club Dad met her at.

“You’re not going to get undressed?”

Is she for real?

“Why do I need to get undressed for you to suck my cock? All we need is my dick accessible, which it is, and your mouth. So what’s the problem?” I’m about to kick her ass out if she doesn’t hurry the fuck up. I can rub one out on my own and get the same result.

She moves to the bed and crawls up between my legs. Her hand takes hold of my cock and she guides it into her mouth. She sucks on the head, twirling her tongue around my slit, teasing me. But that’s not what I want. I’m not in the mood for slow. I want it fast and hard.

I take hold of her hair, gripping it tightly as I force her mouth down until I hit the back of her throat, taking joy in listening to her gag. I’m relentless with the pace, knowing exactly how I like it. Her hand reaches up, taking hold of mine as she tries to pull it loose from her hair.

When the fuck did she start thinking she was in charge?

Bucking my hips up, I move in sync with the thrusts of her head. I can feel my balls tingle as they tighten, and I know I’m close. Closing my eyes, I envision Sierra as the one gagging on my cock, tears streaming down her face and begging me to stop. That’s all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge. My cock twitches, shooting cum straight to the back of Savannah’s throat, choking her. I jerk one more time, emptying my load before I release her hair, allowing her to move.

“What the fuck, Wes?” she cries as she sits up. Her eyes glisten, the tears leaving black streaks down her cheeks.

“Hey, I gave you the option to leave. I wanted it fast and rough. Don’t bitch because I wasn’t all loving and sweet. When have I ever been when you’ve sucked me off?” I push her off of me, causing her to fall backward on her ass. Standing up, I step into my bathroom and get a wet washcloth, cleaning myself up before buttoning my pants.

She’s standing at my dresser, staring at something, when I walk back into my room.

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