Page 9 of A Billion Desires

“Also, is there any possible way to find out Cherry’s real name?” I asked, feeling even more desperate than before to learn her given name.

“Sorry, Nick, no can do. But you can request to call her any name you like.”

A loud exhale burst out of my mouth. I didn’t want to call her anything but her real name. Anger surged through me at being denied my request. Again. “That’s fine, I understand.” I had full confidence I’d learn it eventually. Even if I had to go above and beyond to figure it out.

I agreed to the terms, confirmed the date, place, and time, then hung up.

Pissed that I had to wait to have her again, I popped a piece of her gum into my mouth.

Christ.

My dick got even harder as the cherry flavor exploded on my tongue.

Much like she had.

A few times.

At the same time, I was also pleased as fucking punch that I’d had her lips on mine. Both sets.

Out the window, I noticed my car pull up.

Thursday couldn’t come fast enough.

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Nick

Honest to Christ, it was nearly two in the afternoon, and I hadn’t accomplished a damn thing.

All I could think about was a certain blonde, and all the ways I wanted to bend her over in my office.

And all the places I wanted her to get down on her knees for me while I slid my throbbing cock down her tight, wet throat.

So help me, she could take my cock like a fucking champ. Never in my life had a woman sucked me off that well. Watching her blow me with such gusto had made it incredibly difficult not to come immediately down her throat.

Even holding her in my arms each time after we’d fucked was something completely new for me.

Nothaving to do all of that afterplay was one of the top reasons I’d gone this route in the first place.

It wasn’t like finding a girl to sleep with was ever a problem for me. I was a good-looking bastard, and I knew it.

Add the money onto my looks, and I could literally have any woman I desired.

Therein lied the problem.

Golddiggers were a dime a dozen.

I’d had so many of them in the last forty years, it wasn’t even remotely funny.

They were all the same.

First, they gave you sweet—any time you wanted.

But even the best of them could never keep up the act for long.

One by one, they’d all turned into greedy whores, endlessly holding their hands out as they begged for money and status.

It was truly disgusting.

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