Entwined by E.C. Land (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

Outside, I guide her down to the hotel where I’d gotten a room to stay in for the last few weeks. I’d been doing this while things were getting done to the house. Like a new bed and shit.

I might be an asshole, but I’m not that much of one to put Alison in a bed I’d fucked numerous women in. That’s just fucked up, in my opinion, for someone to do to a woman they’re marrying.

At the entrance to the hotel, I step through the sliding doors and into the foyer of the building to keep moving to the elevators. Inside the closed box of metal, I push the button for my floor without speaking to the woman I’m about to sink my cock into within the next few minutes. The woman, on the other hand, has other ideas and starts running her hands on my body, cupping my cock.

Capturing her wrist, I pull her hand away from my cock. “You don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” I command as the elevator pings and comes to a stop on my floor.

The woman pouts her lip out, making herself completely unattractive. I’m half tempted to send her on her way now. I could easily go get my cock sucked from someone else or find another fuck. I still have time.

In my room, I release her wrist and close the door. I step around the woman; I swear she said her name, but I didn’t give enough of a fuck to remember it. Preferring to keep her known as woman rather than anything else. It’s better than calling her slut or whore like she’s being. I remove my belt and unfasten my jeans, releasing my semi-hard cock from its confinements. “Now you can get on your knees and suck my cock. But you only touch me with your mouth,” I order, not wanting this woman’s hands on me. Something about her tells me she’s the clingy type so I’m keeping her from sinking her claws into me.

The woman falls to her knees and crawls the short three steps to me. She then proceeds to take my cock in her mouth and moans around it. I have to close my eyes to envision she is someone else with dark, beautiful hair. In my mind’s eye she turns into Alison. Why for some reason I’d want her, I don’t know, and right now, I don’t give a fuck.

As she sucks me I keep the image of Alison in my head. My cock stiffens even though the woman is bad at giving me a blowjob. She needs a lesson in keeping her teeth from touching my shaft. Having enough of that, I reach out and pull her mouth off my cock and point her in the direction of the bed. “Stand at the side of it with your hands on the bed. Hike your skirt up on your waist and make sure you’re wet for me.” Because I sure am not gonna be eating her pussy. It’s rare that I’ll eat a pussy because to me, that’s something intimate. I’ve always made the woman get herself prepared for me to enter her.

Grabbing a condom from the box on the nightstand, I rip the foil open and roll the condom down my shaft, giving it a few jerks to keep myself from deflating. I step behind her and rub my cock at her entrance, finding her dripping for me. Without delay or warning, I thrust home sinking all the way to the hilt. The woman cries out her pleasure and I block out her noise focused solely on finding my release. At this point, I don’t even care if she finds hers as well. She wants it she’ll have to help herself out in the process.

Hands on her hips, I power into her, slamming deep inside each and every time. My release boils in my balls ready to burst free. I quicken my movements even more, causing the woman to scream as her pussy tightens around my cock as I come filling the condom with my release.

No sooner I finish coming in the condom, I pull out and step away from her. I’m gentleman enough to pull her skirt back down for her but that’s it. “You can show yourself out,” I grunt and head for the en suite bathroom.

“But . . .”

“No buts, I told you what this was,” I mutter.

“Yes, but I thought we’d at least go more than just that,” she rasps huskily, trying to sound seductive.

“Got what I needed, now get the fuck out,” I growl, not wanting to put up with a clingy bitch. That’s all I need to deal with right before leaving in the morning.

With a huff, the woman storms to the door and slams it behind her on the way out.

Good fuckin’ riddance.

Shaking my head, I go to the bathroom and shower quickly, making sure to scrub off any evidence of the woman from my cock. Once I finish, I shut the water off, step out, and dry off. I head back into my room and slip on a pair of basketball shorts.

Finally, I throw myself on top of the bed and snag my phone from the side table where I’d left it when I went out earlier to the bar. I didn’t want to be bothered for a bit, so I’d left it behind. Opening the screen, I respond to a few messages from Dean and Kenyon, then I pull up the image Dean sent me of Alison.

I wonder if she’ll seem more like a child rather than the woman she resembles. I can see the difference in her now as she’s matured in beauty, her face enhanced with her looks of a woman rather than her looks from when she’d been barely legal.

I suppose when we finally meet again, this time officially, I’ll find out if I’m marrying a woman or child. Age doesn’t always matter, and in this case, with her being