I could feel Conner filling me with his hot, milky cum.
The muscles within my womb tightened around him, milking him for every wonderful drop he had to give.
After a few moments of grunting and gyrating, I collapsed on top of him.
We were a wonderfully sweaty, gooey mess.
I nestled in close and rested my head on his chest.
Looking up at the full moon, we both sighed.
It was another perfect end to a perfect day with my perfect man.
I truly had the luck of the Irish on my side.
The Most Eligible Bachelor
Blurb
I was just a simple girl from a tiny town in Texas. I’d had one man in my life, in my bed, in my body, and that ended in a nightmare. My ex-husband Earl made my life a living hell, and his daddy’s money let him get away with it. I was running out of time and options. Then, he walked into my life…
My heart skipped a beat when I saw him sitting there with dust on his boots and the wind in his hair. A tall, dark, handsome cowboy named Chance. He had a mysterious air about him, like he was hiding some deep, dark secret that he didn’t want anyone to know about. And he had his sights set on me.
I had no idea how deep that secret ran, or that he wasn’t who he said he was. I also had no idea how deep I could fall after just one night. His body was rock hard, lean, riding him was like riding a wild Texas stallion.
But bliss doesn’t last long when the truth comes out.
He’s not the man I thought he was, and learning the truth might just break my heart.
Chapter 1: Chance Ridder
“Come back to bed.”
I didn’t turn around. Didn’t need to. I already knew the petite brunette calling to me was lying lazily on one side, eyes half open, looking at my naked body from across the room. There was the distinct ruffle of silk sheets, the soft moan of her equally-hot friend waking up next to her, a muffled giggle as their naked bodies intertwined.
I smiled to myself. Staring out at the street below through the large floor to ceiling window, I took a long puff from my cigarette and let the smoke cloud my faded reflection. The sun was coming up, and from the thirtieth floor, I had a perfect view of Austin as the city slowly woke up. I relished these moments, the few minutes in my life when I had complete peace and couldn’t be bothered by anything else except the view and the smoke filling my lungs.
The fact that the girls were waking up naked in my bed was only going to ruin that for me.
“Come on, Chance,” came the voice of the second girl, don’t ask me her name, hoarse from all the screaming she did last night, yet seductive enough to make my cock twitch. “How about we give you a little breakfast in bed?”
After what I had done to the both of them last night, I had a feeling their idea of breakfast was going to be just a little too tame for my taste. I took another drag from my cigarette, watched as the morning joggers ran down the sidewalks of the park across the street, and stretched my arms toward the high ceiling. My phone beeped, a reminder that my life was already starting, and I sighed as I put the cigarette out.
“Sorry, girls, work beckons, you’ll have to eat without me,” I said, walking out of the room, barely glancing at them as they watched me leave.
I crossed the large expanse of the living room, kicking panties and bras aside as the automatic curtains opened and let the sun in. The automated penthouse where I had spent the last seven years of my life slowly came alive, coffee machine turning on, the large flat screen waking up and displaying the six o’clock news, and the chime of my computer starting up with an immediate display of my email and to-do list.
I walked past it all and made my way upstairs to the second floor to the secluded master bedroom. I never brought girls here. This was my sanctuary. The parties always happened in the second master downstairs with the oversized king-size bed.
I continued on the master bathroom, which was larger than most apartments in Austin, and turned on the hot water and stepped inside. I leaned against the Italian marble tile wall and let the steaming jets wash away last night’s grime, then stepped out and dried myself off. My day had begun. I was in work mode. Everything on a precise schedule. Three minutes for a shower when I was alone, tops.
My suit had already been laid
out for me the night before, a gentle reminder from Pauline that she had been here to tidy up despite my late-night antics. I made a mental note to give her a little something extra the next time I made out her check.
From downstairs, I could hear the soft giggles and whispers of the girls as they gathered their clothes. I got dressed quickly, slapped on my platinum Rolex watch, and made my way back downstairs. The girls were sprawled across the couch in their lingerie now, lazily filling up glasses with what was left of last night’s champagne and enjoying the view.
“This place is incredible, Chance,” one of them said, turning around to look at me as she swayed gently from side to side.