Prologue
Xander
It was official. I was having the worst fucking sex of my life.
I was a firm believer that sex was never bad. I’d held that opinion ever since I’d had sex for the first time at seventeen. Yeah, I was a late bloomer.
But I’d made up for lost time.
I was a rock star, after all.
And now, right fucking now, after all these years…
Bad. Sex.
It wasn’t her fault, exactly. She was a stripper, and she knew what she was doing. At least, I was pretty sure she did. I’d fucked her once before, long ago.
But tonight? She’d looked better at the club, from a distance, doing her thing onstage. Not that she looked bad, exactly… just…wrong.
I had her on her knees on the bed as I drilled her from behind. Her ass was in the air, spread wide. And judging by her cries for more, she was loving it. She kept calling me Daddy.More, Daddy!Shit like that.
And fuck, I hated it when she called meDaddyin that raspy smoker’s voice. I was thirty years old, and she couldn’t have been much younger. Just because I tipped her at the club didn’t mean I wanted to be her fucking Daddy.
I pushed her deeper into the pillow and she giggled. She was pretty, maybe, but who could really tell with all the makeup? I really didn’t give a shit about her face.
Or remember what it looked like...
Could’ve blamed that on the gin. If I was actually drunk.
Had I really been that desperate when I picked her up tonight?
Yeah. Fucking maybe.
She was Asian, Chinese, maybe, and the blonde highlights in her hair looked brassy, fake. Her skin was nice, kinda tan-looking in the dark.
Her shoulders were too square. Maybe that was it…
Her shoulders weren’t right.
She had a tattoo on her lower back, a gaudy tramp stamp. A butterfly or some shit. I couldn’t even look at it.
“Yeah,Daddy…” she moaned. “Give it to megood…”
I fucked her harder, my hand sliding up the back of her neck, under her hair, and holding her down. She seemed to like that, moaning into the pillow.
No matter how hard I fucked her, though… I couldn’t get anywhere close to coming. The moment I’d started fucking her, I got all weirdly disconnected from my own dick. Couldn’t even seem to focus through all the shit in my head.
All the shit from tonight.
I could barely focus on the chick beneath me, even when I looked. I tried to shut out her voice and just concentrate on the sensations… her soft body under mine. Her pussy squeezing my dick every time I rammed in…
But nothing was right. She didn’t feel right on my dick. She definitely didn’t sound right.
She didn’tsmellright.
Fuck me…
Your dick is up a tight, willing pussy.