Page 4 of Filthy Beautiful
Shit.I didn’t tell him I was bringing someone here. Figured it was so late, he’d be sleeping.
I texted him back, quick.
Me:Just a chick. I’ll get rid of her.
I glanced down at the head bobbing in my lap and fucking sighed.
What the fuck to do now?
My dick was in her mouth. Faking an orgasm was out of the question.
Kick her out?
Let her finish…?
If Icouldfucking finish…
I shifted my hips. If I stopped her in the middle of this, my balls might never recover. She was really fucking working it, too. So I tried to sink into it. Focus on the highlights. Like… her body. I could see her in the mirror on the wall. She was tight. Fit. She had big tits…
Those weird ripples on the sides when they bounced, from the implants.
Fake nails.
False eyelashes…
Everything about her was fucking false. Even her name.
I glanced at my phone, still in my hand. I swiped my thumb across the screen—navigating somewhere before I even thought about what I was seeking. Not porn; that would be too civilized.
I opened the text conversation with Courteney.
The last time we’d texted each other was like two months ago—about Cary.
My attention snagged on her tiny little profile photo. She was wearing a baggie hoodie, a giant smile on her face.
When the fuck did she ever smile like that? Not when I was around.
Definitely wasn’t smiling tonight, in my car.
Within half an hour of dropping her off, I’d found myself at Misty’s, picking a stripper out of the night’s lineup. Minutes later, Tawny and I were in my car, headed back here. Because if I didn’t get my dick into someone, I really didn’t know what else might do…
Like maybe go back to Courteney’s house—her parents’ house—in the middle of the fucking night.
But why?
To apologize for what went down between us?
I wasn’t about to apologize. I’d said everything I needed to say to her in my car.
And I really didn’t need to hear any more of that dirty shit coming out of her mouth.
I can handle you.
Bring it on…
“Yeah, Daddy. Mmmmm, that’s goood…”
The chick between my legs was suddenly all encouragement. Maybe because my dick had perked right the fuck up. I wasrigid, and when she sucked me deep, I glanced at Courteney’s face again—that fucking smile of hers—and my brain exploded.
