Page 14 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

As the evening progresses, more friends, old and new, join our party, including a beautiful woman currently pressing herself against me as though she knows me already. She looks familiar, and after a few minutes of conversation, I realize she'san actress. Someone famous enough to recognize, even if I can't remember her name or what movies she's been in.

She's hot as hell, and I should be able to get in the mood. I don't owe Saffy anything, and there's nothing to stop me. The woman is stroking my chest, and her dress is so low, I can see the alluring swell of her considerable breasts. I laugh at something she says about Jonah being a man whore—something I can't deny as he's currently getting blown by one woman while kissing another in the corner of the VIP area.

I decide to test the waters and lean in, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasps in delight as I nibble the sensitive skin and palm her breasts. I know in an instant that this would be an easy lay. I could be getting head right now if I just push her head down.

For fuck’s sake, I mutter internally as a picture of Saffy flashes through my mind.

I pull away, pretending to get a call. She looks disappointed as I make excuses and pretend I need to find somewhere quiet. Slipping out of the main VIP area, I summon a waitress to bring me a drink to my private booth, which I keep available for our most private parties. Funnily enough, I don't think I've ever been in here alone. Right now, I feel grateful for the peace and quiet. Not like me at all.

I pull out my phone and bring up Saffy's number. Debating with myself for far longer than I've ever thought about texting a woman before, my finger finally flies over the screen.

Just to let you know, you're going to be working on a new project on Monday. Is that ok?

I reread the message and groan. It's a crappy message. What am I hoping to achieve by this? I do know, though—I need an opening. I want contact.

I down my drink and order another, enjoying the temporary buzz. As a shifter, I know it won't last. We metabolizehuman alcohol much too fast, but this buzz is what I need right now.

I open the screen again and see the dots under Saf's name flashing. She's typing. I look at the time: 1 am.

Of course, Mr. Matherson. Thank you.

A lot of people call me Mr. Matherson, but no one makes it sound or feel as perverted as Saffy. She has no idea she's doing it.

It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?I reply instantly.

There's an agonizing wait before the dots reappear.I could say the same about you.

I smile. Good girl. Then a thought occurs to me: maybe she's at a party.

Are you out? Are you at a party?I ask, ordering another drink while I wait.

No. I'm in bed.

She's in bed. The thought of her lying in her bed, talking to me, makes my cock grow hard. I unbutton my trousers and pull it free, using my other hand to reply.

Good girl. I'm in Vegas, but I wanted to check in and see how your first week went.

I wait, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I fist my cock, grateful for the privacy of my booth. I imagine Saffy in bed, her hair spread around her shoulders like a halo, her skin pale and flawless. She's so innocent.

She replies, asking what Vegas is like, and I can feel the smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

It's called Sin City for a reason,I type back before adding, "I wonder if you'd like it?

I know with almost certainty that this place would blow her mind.Iwant to blow her mind. I tell her to get some sleep, and I'll see her on Monday.

Ok, thank you,” she replies. Have fun.

I slam my phone on the table and start to stroke my cock faster as I think of Saffy riding me, her tight little pussy gripping my length as her breasts bounce with each thrust. I come quickly, the intensity of the orgasm overwhelming me as I spill onto the nightclub floor.

I grab a napkin to clean myself and down the rest of my drink. All the beautiful women ready and willing to fuck me tonight, and I'm in here alone, texting a girl I hardly know and shooting my load all over the floor.

I shake my head and lean back in my seat. I'm going to need another drink.

Chapter 8 - Saffy

Pulling into the lot, I park in the corner so I can check my makeup and hair in the mirror before getting out of the car. I almost put on some of the lipstick I brought with me, but then I shake my head. I never wear makeup and can't go in there like that. I don't want to look like I've made too much of an effort. Even though I have, from choosing a tighter sweater to curling my hair into soft waves.

Sunday dragged so much after Cole's messages kept me up all Saturday night with my mind racing. I'm actually relieved it's Monday morning.

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