Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
And I like it because she’s refreshing, so different. These last few months have me staying in every night, eating dinner with the brunette, relaxing, lounging, talking about our day before heading to bed and drilling that sweet pussy over and over again. It’s a complete change from my previous life as a man about town, banging a different cunt every night, coming into work in the mornings with my dick wet from a strange woman’s cream. All the mindless fucks took their toll and I used to be pretty cranky, a fucking asshole to everyone around me. But now my attitude at NYC Concierge has improved, and a lot of folks have noticed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” growled my cousin, eyeing me one morning. I’d been whistling slightly while staring at some spreadsheets, relaxed, lounging back in my chair. We have an open office plan so there are no walls, everyone sits in the common area, including me.
I shrugged my shoulders, Hunter was always up in my business. It was his job, I’d hired a family member as COO to keep me in line, speak truth to power, but still, even I admit the change in my personality was a one eighty.
“Nothing,” I said casually. “Why?”
Hunter just eyed me suspiciously.
“It’s ten a.m. and I haven’t seen you take a drink yet,” he growled. “And yet you seem okay, you’re not a raging lunatic punching walls.”
I guffawed then. Yeah, sometimes I’m intense, really intense because I ask so much of myself, and I want everyone to give a hundred and fifty percent. Shit, I worked so hard for my baby and it killed me that NYC Concierge was a “job” to some people, nothing more than I paycheck. I try not to hire those folks, they don’t have the dream, the vision to get the company off the ground.
But Hunter was right. Everything about me had changed, I’d skipped my morning drink more by accident than anything else. Because with Laurie, there was no need for the alcohol, no need for the extra push. Instead, I got my push from her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock in the grey light of dawn, her pulsing snatch milking me, draining me of my jism so that I could focus during the day, my body sated yet humming, ready to go. I swear, it was the best drug, an adrenaline shot that lasted and lasted until I got home, ready for another dose of that curvy body.
But Hunter had no idea and I wasn’t about to explain.
“People change,” I said carelessly, flipping open my laptop.
My cousin snorted then.
“Fuck that, I’ve known you your whole life,” he scoffed. “You’ve never been like this before.”
I just looked at him coolly, casually.
“Where are last week’s numbers?” I said, my voice neutral, indicating the subject was closed.
And Hunter, hearing the alpha in my voice, jumped up and began riffling through some papers, back to business. Because I’m the boss, I’m the top dog, and it’s as simple as that. I’m the unchallenged leader at this start-up and it’s the force of my personality that drives this place, provides the mojo to keep going. Within seconds, I had my cousin in the hot seat, peppering him with questions as I studied the spreadsheet, noting tiny details, nothing too insignificant to escape my eye.
But Hunter’s observations had hit the bull’s eye. Because I have changed in the last couple months. This time with Laurie, buried in her beautiful body, making love to her day and night, chatting with her, learning of her hopes and dreams, has changed me. She’s touched something deep inside, something that’s never been touched before and it’s fucking scary to be honest. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, more open to a woman’s ideas, to her suggestions, to her heart, her mind, and it’s a whole new way of life.
Plus there’s the fact that the brunette is completely different from other women. Most bitches, when they realize that I’m an internet billionaire, start creaming immediately in their panties, their eyes going soft with “oohs” and “ahhs,” big dollar signs flipping in their eyes.
But I wasn’t having any of it, fuck no. These bitches are conniving gold-diggers through and through, not one of them was genuine, it was all about the cash, although they begged to differ.
“No Tucker, it’s your big dick,” they’d moan, my cock stuffed into their mouths.
“No Tucker, it’s your massive balls,” they’d pant, licking one, then the other, leaving a trail of saliva on my testicles.
But fuck that, it wasn’t my anatomy, wasn’t my sculpted bod or scintillating personality, I wasn’t under any illusions. It was the dollar signs, the life I could offer them, ensconced in the lap of luxury without lifting a finger.
So to stumble upon Laurie, shit, to meet the brunette on a humdrum delivery run, was a stroke of good luck, probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. The brunette was so humble, so direct, so real, and she didn’t care about money at all. I’d given her my credit card and the only thing she’d bought was some white cotton panties from the drugstore, the kind that’s five bucks for a three-pack.