Leverage (Part Three)(8)

Julianna liked to pretend that she was different but the minute she’d accepted his terms, she’d proven that she was like all the rest. Julianna was no different than any woman, he told himself sharply when a small, protesting voice rose in his mind. It was the power struggle that was tilting him in the wrong direction, not the insistent whisper that it might be love. Love Julianna? How could he? She’d taken money for sex. That was the very definition of a whore, right?

A whore who’s having your baby.

He swore and pulled into a parking space, needing a stiff drink to drown the fucking nonsense in his head. He was turning into a whiny, weak-willed pussy. I miss her, wahhhhh. Why doesn’t she love me, wahhhh! Enough! The best cure for a hangover was a little hair of the dog. And as soon as he entered the open-air island bar, his gaze fell on the cutest little pet with delicious fake tits that overflowed her tiny bikini in an obscene manner that practically screamed, I like to fuck and I scream like a porn star while doing it. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he moved toward her, intent on one thing and he wasn’t about to beat around the bush.

“Good afternoon,” he said, moving to stand beside the petite blond who was sipping a fruity drink and already on her way to a good time by the tipsy tilt of her coy smile. “You look good enough to eat.” He dropped his gaze suggestively to her breasts, letting his interest show. “Soft in all the right places. Can I buy you a drink?”

“And why would I let you do that?” she asked, clearly liking what she saw but enjoyed playing games. That’s okay, baby. I excel at winning. His smile deepened as she followed with, “What’s your name?”

Names didn’t matter to him. He’d forget all about her in the morning. After he’d thoroughly ruined her for every other man. The thought gave him a hard thrill and primed his libido. Yes, she’d do nicely.

“You first, beautiful,” he said, watching as the woman’s eyes dilated with subtle pleasure when he took control of the conversation. Oh yes, he had this woman’s number. She’d play hard to get but she’d give it up soon enough.

“Ally,” she answered, smiling bigger, leaning ever so slightly toward him, as if offering her breasts for him to admire. “Like what you see?”

“I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” he countered silkily and she giggled, the sound actually grating on his nerves a little. When Julianna giggled, the sweet sound sent a riot of pleasure down his spine, tickling like little fingers down each vertebrae. This woman brayed like a donkey to his ears. Focus. Who cares what she sounded like as long as her pussy was hot and wet. He was ready to make his move. Either she’d melt or she’d slap him across the face. Boston wasn’t worried. He leaned in to say in a low, husky tone that he knew would cause her to little hot box to seep just a little. “Ally…I’m here for one purpose…to get hot and sweaty with the most beautiful woman in this place. I’m not looking for forever, just tonight but I promise you, I’m going to do so many bad things to you, you might need to go to confessional in the morning. Does that sound like something that might appeal to you?” He pulled away, gauging her interest and as expected, his proposition appealed to her in a big way. If her panties weren’t already sopping wet, he’d be surprised. He pulled a wad of cash and tossed it onto the bar. “That should cover your tab,” he said, silently triumphant when he saw her eyes light up at the cash. Yeah, that’s right, honey, I got enough green to make you do whatever I want you to. He held out his hand and when she slipped her hand into his, he led her out of the bar and to his car. Too easy. His cock was semi-hard, but it should’ve been rock-hard knowing that he was about to plow this mystery woman’s pussy within an inch of her life but it was as if his cock was only half-heartedly interested in the prospect. Well, that would change as soon as her wet mouth was sucking him dry, he reassured himself, throwing the woman a smile as they drove to the hotel.#p#分页标题#e#

“So, you never told me your name,” Ally prompted, giving him her coyest smile. “I like to know the name of the man who’s going to fuck me.”

“Names aren’t important, sweetheart. Besides, isn’t that part of the fun? Island sex with a total stranger?”

“Yeah, actually it is.” Ally bobbed a nod and grinned. “So…business or pleasure?”

“All pleasure.”

She shivered and giggled her donkey laugh again, making Boston wish she already had a cock in her mouth. Jesus Christ, how was he going to get through this if he couldn’t just blank out the little voice in his head that kept pointing out all the ways she wasn’t Julianna? Was he going fucking insane? He pulled into his parking spot and nearly bolted from the car, going to the passenger side and roughly grabbing Ally from the car, jerking her to his mouth. She gasped and his tongue stabbed past the coral lips, tasting rum and pineapple and the remnants of mint gum. Ally groaned as he squeezed a handful of ass, filling his palms with plump flesh and he purposefully shoved Julianna to the deepest, darkest corner of his brain. His pregnant little pet was not welcome in his mental theater at the moment. Ally shuddered when he pressed the heel of his palm against her pubic mound as he kissed her harder. Damp warmth met his questing fingers as he pushed aside her sarong and nudged her legs open with his knee. He didn’t care that they were still in the parking lot. All that mattered was pleasure. Mostly his but already Ally was squirming and panting, grinding against his palm and whimpering like a little alley-cat in heat and he knew this was going to be fairly easy. “Let’s take this into the room, shall we?” he suggested, pulling away and grabbing her hand to draw her away from the car. Her eyes were shining with brazen heat and her lips were swollen and red, just the way he liked them. He could already imagine those soft lips wrapped around his cock.