Her glossed lips closed around the tip of my dick and her tongue traced circles as she pushed down on me, filling herself so deeply that she choked on my length.
Thatsent arrows of pleasure through me. Fuck, I loved to hear a woman choke.
Releasing her shoulders, I curled my fingers through her hair and began moving her head back and forth, listening to her slurp and suck and cough as I took my pleasure from her mouth. She tried to get up at one point, but I kept her firmly down against the ground. I was going to make myself a liar, I realized. I’d said I didn’t leave a woman unsatisfied.
But all that mattered to me right now was getting off.
Mypleasure.
Mysatisfaction.
I closed my eyes, still pushing her back and forth and back and forth as a volcanic sensation built inside my dick. She massaged my balls, gripping them firmly and releasing them suddenly.
It was Katya’s face I saw inside my mind as I spurted hot cum into her overworked throat. She pulled away from me before I was done, and beads of thick paleness shot out to glisten on her chest and run down between her large tits.
When I finally let her stand, her makeup was mussed and her hair was a halo of frizz. She frowned at me.
“Never leave a woman unsatisfied?” Her question hung in the air between us.
I smiled at her devilishly and snagged her around the waist to yank her to me roughly. “Private resort. Michelin Star restaurant. More orgasms than your body can fucking handle.”
“I don’t know,” she pulled away, eyes twinkling, “sounds like another empty promise.”
I reached down and between us, placing my hand over her pussy. “Fool you once, shame on me. Fool you twice?Never,” I scoffed with a wink.
“I bet I could get you hard again,” she spoke hungrily, fingers going to undo her shorts.
“All good things come to those who wait,” I released her with a devilish grin.
She sighed, desperate for me, but I stood up and turned to leave.
“Wait,” she called, and I threw her a smile over my shoulder. “I’ll come.”
I knew she would.
*
I was still buzzed, but no longer drunk as the salty, damp air slapped at my cheeks. The woman was talking, non-fucking-stop, but I didn’t hear a word of it. I didn’t care to. I didn’t want her life story, didn’t want to know her address or phone number or the name of her goddamn childhood parakeet.
She was an ornament for tonight. And having the nameless woman beside me as I headed towards yet another Vasiliev dinner was the only thing keeping me heading in that direction.
I watched the ocean drift past the boat taxi I’d rented. The mainland fell away and eventually the private island came into view. The woman, who’d been leaning over the rail like a child, now draped herself over me, mooning over the scenery and then saying something glib about the resort and how excited she was.
Only one thing was going through my mind as we stepped off the dock and headed towards the restaurant.
Katya. Katya. Katya.
“Do I look okay?” Some of the woman’s words registered and I glanced over at her. Hunter green one piece bathing suit over acid wash shorts. She’d look like lower class trash to Katya. And that was fine.
Let her know that I’d rather fuck a bleach blonde woman in cheap clothing instead of a spoiled brat like her.
“You look fine,” I said mechanically, straightening up my wrinkled shirt and tucking it back into my pants.
The hostess in the lounge raised an eyebrow at my date, but silently ushered me and my date to the usual private section. I glanced over at the hallway leading to the inner bar, thinking to how nice it had been to be with Katya there, no taunts or ugliness. I wanted that again, I realized, even as the woman’s bright red nails curved around my forearm.
The others were already seated, dressed to the nines.
And there he was.
