Page 9 of Small Town Beast

She started drinking down the daiquiri even faster. He found her eyes captivating. Like two dark pools in the deep forest, glittering quartz at the bottom. Her skin was so dark, like rich velvet, glowing red in the dirty light above them. Her hair was dense, no two of them tight little curls alike. She had a heart-shaped face with a button nose that wrinkled every time she took a sip from her glass. Her eyes were huge, the lashes short but curled. Those lips…Huge. Soft. Sexy. Wrapped around his dick.

These days more women were joining the world’s oldest profession.

She just didn’t seem like the type…Why was shereallyhere? Did it matter? He wanted her.

Saverin put his hand on her knee.She stiffened and he wondered if he had misjudged, but then she put her hand on top of his and squeezed. Saverin rubbed her deep brown skin with his thumb.

Her eyes traveled over his face, resting on the destroyed side. He knew she could see the network of scar tissue and ruined flesh that several expensive surgeries had tried to hide. He’d been lucky to keep most of his vision. Saverin had never been vain about his looks, but in that moment he wished he had not lost them.

“Did it hurt?” Was all she asked.

Yep.“No,” he said. “Want to go somewhere more private?”

She nodded.

A word to the bartender, and Saverin and his “date” were going upstairs, her small hand tucked into his.

“Which door?” He grunted. He’d come here once a long time ago.

“Three,” she said. She pulled out the key.

“Hold on,” he said, and pulled her in for a kiss.

Her lips were soft and she tasted of that strawberry candy with the gooey center. He shoved up against the doorframe, sucking her juicy lips into his mouth while his hands felt up her heavy, soft titties. All he wanted was to bury himself inside her; he’d pay anything.

Downstairs someone putBlue Moon of Kentuckyinto the jukebox.

“Damn,” she moaned.

“What?”

“You smell good.”

So did she, Saverin thought, dragging down the strap of her dress. The girl smelled like a strawberry field. Or maybe…grass. Wine. Berries. It was actually heaven. “Red dress, red heels, red panties…God-damn,” he muttered.

“How you seein’ all that in the dark? Oh!” She gasped. Saverin had slipped his fingers under her thong to stroke her pussy.

Yes.

“Open that door,” he said.

She turned and pushed the key into the lock with shaking hands. Nevermind, fuck the door. He teased his thumb inside her and pulled her back gently against his chest.

“You like that?”

They were in the hallway where anybody could see…She melted all over his palm. “Please..”

Lust, Saverin thought. Living lust.I’m alive…Damn she’s fucking stacked. That’s right, bounce on it…You’ll get the whole cock real soon. You can take all of him, right sugar? Not gonna back out on the first inch…Make it go away, make everything disappear for me but this…

Only when her thighs clamped together and she bit on her lip to stop moaning out loud did he remove one arm from her waist and slide his fingers out of her grippy pussy in one slushy motion. She fell back against the door, breathing hard and trying to push down her tight dress. Saverin’s lust-addled brain told him that before it went any further they needed to talk business.

Tanya gulped in air,her head spinning, her breasts heavy and tight.This is crazy.She wasn’t supposed to feel anything butshame. But here she was, letting this man play her like a fiddle. Every part of her wanted him to keep going but she knew it had to stop. They had to discuss money first— and maybe he knew that, since he was the one who had stepped away while she lost control under the spell of his kissing like she wasn’t here just to take his money and go.

The man grabbed his dick through his jeans, staring down at her with bottle green eyes, the left one shining brighter than the right in the deep shadows of scar tissue.

“M-money,” she said.

“How much?”

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