Page 27 of Finding Hope

The truth is, Iwasa multi-millionaire until this year. Many multi’s. However, when you take a twenty-five-year-old guy set on killing himself with drugs and alcohol and zero responsibility, add in a fondness for nice cars – since my Rav died with Steph – sprinkle in a habit of buying girls while in the city, and a few failed gambling attempts –bigfails – well… I’m damn near broke.

I live here because this is my family’s property, but if they weren’t so charitable – or stubborn – I’d be pretty damn homeless right about now.

“That’s cool. Pretty houses.” Drunkenly, she swings her lithe body up onto my back and chokes me half to death as we move the length of my too-long road. Nibbling along my neck and shoulder, she has my mind relaxing and my body turning to jelly.

I wanna fuck her.

I wanna lay my head on her belly and rest.

Concentrating on not falling over, I carry her up my front stairs and fumble the keys as I try to select the right one. Even though I drop the keys twice and nearly choke to death from Bambie’s tight grip around my neck, listening to her playful giggles each time I unsteadily bend down to collect them makes me smile.

I fucking smile like I haven’t in a while.

Finally pushing the key into the lock and swinging the door wide, I stumble in, spin back, slam the door, and shimmy the beautiful girl around my body until she’s on my front and pinned between me and the wall.

Diving in, I take her plump bottom lip between mine and catch her breathy excitement. Her hands rush into my hair, and though they’re not wrapped around my neck anymore, I still struggle to catch my breath.

Groping hands, nipping teeth, we move fast and rough; each time we bite, we soothe with a gentle tongue.

Pulling away from the wall and stumbling in the general direction of my staircase, I press her against the adjacent wall and move in to nibble on her jaw.

“Bambie…”

“Mmm.” Blindly groping in search of the hem of my shirt, she tugs it up and hums with pleasure. “Your shoulders are sexy as hell.”

“Mhm.” I bite down on hers. “Yours are delicious.”

Laughing, she forces my head up and slams her lips down over mine. “I’ve had wet dreams about you.” Her large eyes flutter with innocence. “So many dreams. You have no idea how many times I’ve come thinking about you.”

Dick throbbing between us, I groan and push forward in search of warmth. “Jesus, Bambie. Thinking about you touching yourself turns me on.”

“Thinking aboutyoutouching me turnsmeon.”

Thinking about her manicured nails fucking herself has me panting like a mutt. Her nails digging into my flesh have me squeezing her tighter than I should.

“You gonna touch yourself for me?”

“Nuh-uh.” Pulling back on a breathy exhale, her eyes find mine. “I coulda done that by myself at home.” Giggling, she dives in and bites my jaw. “I’m here with the real thing. No way am I usingmyfingers.”

Pressing her against the wall and reaching between our bodies, I slide my hand into her shorts until my fingers slide over her clit and her breath rushes out on a gasp. “I’ll touch you, Bambie, don’t worry.” Pressing my tongue against hers, I savor the taste of strawberries and sex. “I might actually die if you didn’t let me touch you tonight.”

Moving her hips, she slides along my knuckles in search of pleasure. “What about you? Will you touch yourself for me, Jack?”

“I touch myself every fuckin’ day.” I bite along her lips. “I’ll whack off for you if that turns you on. I’ll whack offonyou. I’ll whack offin frontof you. Please just let me get off.”

Smiling mischievously at the desperation in my voice, she pushes me away, and when I frown, she wiggles her hips the exact way my toddler niece does when she wants to be put down.

Setting her down on sexy heeled feet, disappointment washes over me at the abrupt end to what was going to be amazing. Shaking her head and confirming my thoughts, I prepare to call a cab, but instead of leaving, she drops to her knees and works my belt between her hands.

“Fuck yes,” I hiss.

With quick hands and smooth moves, she slides my belt away and noisily drops it to the tiled floor. Tugging the denim over my hips, then my boxers, she doesn’t allow me even two seconds to process what the fuck’s going on before she takes me in her mouth and has me turning weak.

Pressing my forehead against the wall, I attempt to lean and watch her work my cock between her lips.

Lifting one hand above my head and threading the other in her soft hair, I brush it back and watch the show she puts on for me. When she squats down low, her lean thighs flex and support her easily. With her left hand on my ass, she pulls me in close until her head bumps against the wall and my cock bumps against the back of her throat.

Sliding her right hand along her own thigh, feathery light touches, she reaches inside her shorts and sends sparks of pleasure sprinting through my veins when her throat closes around me on a sensual groan.

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