Page 8 of DeLucas After Dark

Then I saw the perfect victim. Her long blonde hair hung just past her shoulders. Her bikini bottom was painted on her slim hips and those delectable breasts were barely covered. They were no doubt surgically enhanced, and I didn’t give one damn. I sat there imagining how her lips would feel wrapped around my cock and that was all the confirmation I needed. She would do nicely.

Raising my hand, I hailed the waiter to get his attention. I ordered expensive champagne to be delivered to the vixen. Then I sat back and waited for the prey to come my way. She did not disappoint. You could always tell the easy ones. They had this lonely look in their eyes that just craved attention. Less than thirty seconds after the drink was delivered to her, she collected her things and came over to where I was pretending to ignore her.

“Hi! My name is Shelly. Thanks for the drink.”

I looked up and frowned at her. These silly girls needed to feel important. If I acted like I wasn’t that into her, she would be putty in my hands. I bet I could get anal on the first try. This made my excitement ramp up.

“Shelly, was it? You’re blocking my light. Either sit down or go away. Your choice.”

“I’m confused. The waiter said you sent me this drink.”

She held up the glass of champagne for me to see. I barely glanced up before huffing like she was annoying me.

“He made a mistake. That was meant for someone else.”

“Oh.”

The sadness in her voice told me I had her right where I wanted her. Her insecurities clicked in as she looked around the pool for her competition. Her choices were between the two ladies I mentioned earlier and a very hairy man. She quirked her eyes at me and cleared her throat.

“Surely, I can be better company than whoever this was meant for. Let me prove it to you.”

“Just how would you prove that to me, Shelly?”

“Where’s your room? I can show you better than I can tell you.”

And just like that, I had secured a warm body to relieve my stress. Shelly followed me to my suite, and before I could close the door and lock it, she was pulling at the string that held up my swim trunks. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her cherry red painted lips around my cock. Fucking hell, I knew how to pick them.

Shelly was the blow-up doll who didn’t need assembly. She commenced to suck me dry. The woman was truly trying to prove to me why I should have chosen her. Too bad she didn’t realize, she was just a pawn, to get what I wanted. The blow job was very good, but I needed to have control in the situation.

Grabbing her long tresses in one hand, I forcefully tilted her head back and began fucking her mouth. It was one thing for a woman to get on her knees for me, but the only way I could get off was if I was rough. The moan that escaped Shelly’s mouth told me she was enjoying herself, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t about her.

I yanked her off my manhood and pushed her back onto the carpet. The shocked look on her face was soon replaced with a smile. This chick liked rough play in the bedroom. Well, she was about to be in heaven.

“Get naked, Shelly. Do it quickly.”

While she peeled off her swimsuit, I made my way to the other side of the bed and retrieved a few condoms from the drawer. One thing about me, I never fucked without protection. Especially not some bitch that I just met at the pool who was about to spread her legs for the price of a glass of bubbly.

My cock was aching for relief causing me to move quickly. I sheathed myself and moved to the bed where Shelly was spread open for me. I pushed her legs up against her chest so she wouldn’t be able to move and plunged into her without warning.

“Oh, God!” she yelled.

“Shut up and take this dick, Shelly. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, baby. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not your baby.”

Fuck! I didn’t mean for that to slip out. I hated it when women called me baby. It was way to affectionate a name for someone, I had only known ten minutes, to call me. Wiping those thoughts form my mind, I concentrated on fucking.

I plunged in and out of Shelly’s pussy like a maniac. She was tight and wet and felt so damn good. Hell, Shelly may just get to be my fuck buddy while I date Sheree. There was no way I could sleep with Sheree, and my dick was not going to wait to fuck. I just hope Shelly didn’t catch any feelings. She was the type to fall in love after her first orgasm, which was happening right fucking now.

“Oh, my god, baby! I’m coming!”

I growled my disappointment in her using that name again but continued to fuck her into the mattress. Her thin body writhed underneath mine, as I pounded into her. The cries that came from her mouth turned me on. It sounded like I was hurting her, but she was wet as fuck and begging for more. The whole thing spoke to my inner demon.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I growled at her as I pulled out. I was careful to make sure the condom was intact before I plunged back into her dripping pussy from behind.

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