Page 24 of Beautiful Rush
“Your wish is my command.” I lowered the underwear to her ankles, and she lifted one foot and then the other until she was free of them, her bare pussy exposed to me and so perfect I nearly wept. I ran a finger up her center, feeling that she was already wet for me.
“I want you in bed, Cinderella.” I stood up and tossed her over my shoulder. She laughed, pounding my back with her fists as I carried her into the bedroom.
Tossing her on the bed, the skirt of her dress spread out on her pristine, white sheets, her hair fanning around her face, she looked like a princess from a twisted fairy tale. She let out a little yelp as I grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Placing her feet flat on the mattress, I pushed her knees apart and leaned forward, taking my first lick.
Her mouth popped open and her head fell backward. I flattened my tongue and gave her long, slow licks, taking my fill of her. My tongue circled her entrance before dipping inside. Her body writhed against me, as I licked, sucked, and fucked her with my tongue.
“Oh my God. I’m going to…”
I took her clit into my mouth and lightly bit it as I sucked, knowing it would push her over the edge. She screamed my name as she fell apart, her body convulsing as if she had no control over it. I flattened my tongue and licked her pussy as tremors from the aftershock rippled through her body. She gripped the back of my head, trying to push me away, the sensation too much. I kissed the insides of her thighs and moved up her body, my mouth capturing hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me greedily.
“Are you going to stay?” Her eyelids fluttered closed like they were too heavy to keep open. I pressed a soft kiss on her lips, and she smiled.
“I can’t stay.” I had somewhere I needed to be.
“Oh,” she mumbled and then she passed out. Just like that.
She was sound asleep, her breathing deep and even, the ghost of a smile on her lips as I tucked her into bed, pulling the sheet over her. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her for a few minutes. Her lips were slightly parted, her flawless skin glowing in the moonlight. She looked like a goddess or a fallen angel. I roughed my hand over my face and stifled the groan threatening to break free. This girl was killing me, softly but surely.
I was so hard it hurt. It was a miracle I hadn’t fucked her yet.
Instead, I resorted to jacking off in her bathroom like a thirteen-year-old boy who had just discovered porn. It took approximately ten seconds, tops, to chase my release. When I turned my head, she was leaning against the doorframe watching me, in her Cinderella dress and bare feet, her hair disheveled, her lips kiss-bruised.
I flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to wash my hands, watching her in the mirror as she slipped past me and cleaned the makeup off her face. As if she hadn’t just watched me fisting my cock and shooting my jizz in her toilet bowl. She traded her makeup remover for a pot of face cream and slid down the tiled wall like a ragdoll, her legs spread open and her dress hiked up to her thighs.
“You weren’t joking about your gigantic ego,” she said, rubbing cream onto her face in practiced, circular motions.
I turned from the sink and leaned against it, my hands gripping the edge. “It’ll be easier to fit through the door now.”
She burst out laughing. I could tell she was still drunk, and the alcohol was hitting her again. Her head lolled back against the wall and she smiled up at me.
“It was a beautiful wedding. Wish you could have been there.”
“Me too, babe.”
“Ugh. Don’t call me babe.” She screwed the lid on the cream and set it on the shelf of the open cabinet next to her. “I bet every girl in your world is babe. I want something special.”
“I’ll get to work on that,babe. I gotta run though. Do you need me to carry you to bed again?”
She rolled her eyes and got to her feet, drawing herself up to her full height, just a few inches shy of six feet. “I didn’t need it the first time.”
With that, she shooed me away from the sink and took my place, waving me off with her toothbrush. “You can go now, Batman.”
“Well, damn, that’s harsh.”
She smirked. “If you wanted all sweetness and light, you wouldn’t be here,babe.”
Cunning minx. She was right.
9
Deacon
Iparked outside the club behind Dmitri’s red Lambo and bypassed the crowd waiting behind the velvet rope. Rocco, the bouncer on the door, pulled me into a guy handshake, the aggressive kind where his meaty hand pumped mine and we gave each other thumps on the back before he waved me inside without patting me down. For some men, this was an adult Disney World. An Aladdin’s cave of wonders. But I’ve never gotten off on paying a woman to grind her ass against my dick or shake her tits in my face in exchange for cash in her G-string.
House techno music pulsated, and hazy purple lit up the stage area in the otherwise dark club as I weaved through the crowd at the circular bar. The clientele was a mixed bag—Eurotrash, gang-bangers, out of town businessmen, and a group of guys who looked like frat boys out for a good time with wallets padded enough to pay the inflated drink prices and hefty cover charge.
Val, one of Dmitri’s favorite girls, was finishing up her pole dance, the last notes of Air’s “Sexy Boy” playing out. She caught my eye as she climbed down from the stage in lethal-looking stilettos, bypassing the tables of men clamoring for her attention as she strutted toward me. The tassels of her metallic gold jewel-encrusted pasties swung as she walked. She stopped in front of me and ran her hand down my chest.
