And then I found it—Fast Girl Media.Funny, I used to be fond of fast girls, too.
So I did what any man shielded by a closed door and a PA would do. I watched a fewhighly curated cinematographic imagesin search of the lovely Paisley. Or, to put it another way, I spent more time than I had available on my calendar watching high-end women-centric porn.
And what a glorious afternoon it was.
Unfortunately, though—or maybe fortunately—Paisley wasn’t in any of the shots. And I paid good attention. She definitely wasn’t featured having her pussy licked orlickingpussy.Like I said, women-centric. And fucking fine with me.
But I digress because myme timeis calling.
I push open the door to my darkened bedroom, toeing off my shoes as I take a mouthful of my drink, relishing the smooth slide of it down my throat. Tomorrow morning, Sorcha has a ballet class, then we have a million other things planned. Sunday, I’ll play rugby with the lads, then we’ll all go to lunch. So I’d better make this next hour count.
I put down my drink and pull off my tie, flipping the light low before making quick work of the rest of my clothing.
I work bloody hard. Take care of my family. Look after my body. I eat right and drink plenty of water. Go to the gym when I can. Self-care, they call it. I read that in one of those glossy women’s magazines in a dentist’s waiting room.
But it’s the other kind of self-care I have in mind tonight. The kind that has my hand sinking into my boxer briefs as soon as my slacks hit the deck.
I let out a groan, long and low, as I take my cock into my hand, my body relaxing with a distinct bone-melting kind of relief.
Today has been a long day.
Fucking Joe, I think, tightening my grip on my dick. Did he really think bringing his daughter was going to make the difference? And did she really think, as she slid her shiny red fingernails up my thigh, that I’d give in—to either of her suggestions?
Mutually beneficial relationships, my left bollock.
Because I never mix business and pleasure. And Joe is a cock of the first fucking order. And Amelia, his daughter, reminds me too much of my ex-wife. Hard-on killer right there. But I persevere, bringing my semi back with a swift squeeze even though I feel like a deviant.
Joe’s daughter isn’t the reason I feel conflicted. Nor is it because I have my cock in my hand because come on, I’m a bloke—and a single one at that. A red-blooded, sex-starved, heterosexual fucker.
Self-inflicted sex starved, but still.
Celibate, I almost hear my mate Will spit from behind. But it’s not Will I’m thinking about.My deviancy doesn’t swing that way. I’m not even thinking about the women I’ve watched on screen today. Because I’m thinking about Paisley. Or rather, thinking aboutfuckingPaisley. And I have been since she’d jumped up from her chair when I’d sprayed coffee over her and she’d flashed me more than just her shocked expression.
Shiny black stocking tops. A flash of frilly garter belt.
‘Eungh.’
I slide my hand over the head of my cock, gripping it a little tighter on the backslide as I imagine flipping that flirty little dress up and over her round arse to find out what kind of knickers she was wearing.
Lacy, I’ll bet.
At the thought of my fingertips trailing the peachy crack of her backside, my body bows. One hand falls to the mattress to support myself while the other begins to slowly jack.
Fuck, she looked like she could’ve been a handful. Enough tits and arse for my hands.As she’d reached for her electronic tablet, her dress had pulled just a little too tight over her breasts, the space between the buttons gaping and flashing a little black bra and a delicious swell of soft flesh.
But fuck, she was too young for me. She only looked about twenty-three.
I’m not usually interested in younger women. Well, not especially.
Okay, so no more than the next straight, celibate bloke with a cock in his hand.
‘Jesus, fuck!’
My grip is firm as I slide my hand along my length, twisting just the right amount at the head. Lube would help, but I’m too close.Yes, already.Besides, I doubt my knees would operate if I took a step towards the nightstand. Instead, I slide the precum from my tip to work against the drag as I imagine her sitting in front of me on the bed. Imagine her there in her dark, gossamer underwear, her hair curled around her shoulders, looking so innocent and pristine.
Innocent. The girl who works for an adult entertainment company.
Fuck, fancy that.
