Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

“Fuck you thirty days in a row?” he says. “My pleasure.”

“Not that. You guessed at the club that first night. My given name isn’t Diamond, it’s Diane. I just hate it so I never use it. But for a night, it could be like I’m an entirely different person.”

He chuckles, kissing my throat, leaning me back so he has better access. “Are you going to invent new identities for each of the thirty days?”

“I’ll do what I have to,” I say, reaching between us and finding his cock hard. “It might be fun, and the state of your cock says that you agree.”

“I do agree. You don’t even have to do this, but I’ll be with you, no matter what nickname you go by that day.”

I start to pull my shirt over my head, and he matches me, stripping until we’re naked in this room. I’m glad the blinds are shut, because I want this view to myself. He’s so fucking perfect. I take him in, allowing my gaze to drift from his sculpted chest down across washboard abs to his erection and back to his eyes. I cant wait for him to touch me. “I get to pick the names,” I say.

“Deal.”

He reaches for me, yanking my body against his so we’re skin on skin, and then we’re on the floor together. Glenn pins me under his body, and it takes only seconds for him to bury himself inside me. There’s no time for teasing, neither of us will make it that far. He doesn’t have a condom and I don’t care. I need him close to me. I need to feel his cock bare inside me, that exquisite friction that is just us and nothing else.

He twines his hands with both of mine, holding me still as he thrusts into me, hard and fast and ruthless. This isn’t slow or lazy. It’s territorial. Claiming for both of us. He grinds down onto my clit, making sure I’m driven higher with every thrust. His cock feels larger without the condom. Hotter. I love the sensation of being stuffed, impaled. Taken.

Our lips and tongues tangle together. He’s stealing my breath, and I’m giving it to him freely. I want him, and he’s mine. He’s not leaving. We’re here together.

The climax bursts behind my eyes, sudden and brilliant, and I quake under his body, breaking our kiss. He’s still fucking me, but he’s right there with me, groaning, coming, filling me up with liquid heat that makes me shudder. It’s the first time I’ve felt his cum inside me and I’ll never forget it. I’m molten inside, the knowledge that he’s filling me up with it sends me over one more time. I can’t breathe, completely devastated with the orgasm.

We come back to each other slowly, his forehead pressed against mine. I can barely control my breath, but I find my words somewhere. “We should probably get dressed. I came here to meet the owner of the building. Walking in on us having sex isn’t going to help my case.” Glenn smiles down at me. It’s a brilliant smile, and it doesn’t match what I just said. “What?”

“Well,” he clears his throat. “You just had your meeting with the owner of the building.”

My heart skips a beat. “You bought it?”

Glenn nods. “Technically I still have to sign the papers, but I made an offer that there was no way he was going to refuse.”

Tears blur my vision, and he kisses me softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. Not just because I want you to talk to me, but because your family can go fuck themselves, and you’re going to be brilliant without them.”

“You were listening?”

Rolling to the side, he tucks me into his chest. “I didn’t absorb most of what you said until after you left, but yes. Tell me what happened.”

I do.

He’s vibrating with rage at the end of it, but I’m not. “They’re not worth being angry at,” I say. “They’re not going to change.”

“Doesn’t stop me from thinking about some ways to get revenge.”

I laugh, resting my head on his chest. “You can tell me some of them later.”

“The best revenge of all will be thriving in this salon. Kicking ass and doing make-up, Diane.”

I wrinkle my nose. “As long as you don’t call me that.”

“Diane has already been crossed off the list.”

Dragging a finger down the center of his chest and lower, I tease him. “I always have liked the nickname Di though.”

“Di?” he asks, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling his legs. “It’s nice to meet you Di,” he says as he thrusts up into me. “I’ll have all thirty done very soon at this rate.”

I laugh, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ll have to think of some more names.”

Epilogue

Glenn

Six Months Later