But this was no way to behave in public. Get with it! the voice inside my head screamed. Put on a show!
And the voice was right. There were people watching. So taking a deep breath, I met the billionaire’s eyes.
“Hi,” I said to the guy who’d fucked my ass raw and taken my anal cherry the night before in the middle of a crowded club. “It’s good to finally meet you. Welcome to the family. I’m Lacey.”
Those blue eyes pierced my soul, making me die a thousand deaths. Because even here, at my mom’s engagement lunch, all I could think about was my future stepfather’s big, fat cock. What was going to happen now? All I knew was the situation was crazy … and about to get crazier.
CHAPTER THREE
Jake
No fucking way.
Frozen, I reached out to shake the girl’s hand like nothing was wrong. But internally, my mind went into high gear, racing along at sixty miles an hour. This was the sweet filly I butt-fucked raw last night. In a crowded night club to boot.
Yeah, that’s me. Filthy and disgusting. I won’t change, ever.
Except now she’s gonna be my stepdaughter?
Holy fuck, no.
But there was no sense in letting on in front of the crowd. Besides, I’m a master of disguise. I don’t show my emotions unless absolutely necessary.
So sticking out a fist, I took that sweet hand in mine, and shook it like we’d never met before.
“Jake Mason,” was my smooth reply.
Lacey blushed at nothing in particular. Or maybe at our touch. And fuck, but it set me off, because the girl is so goddamn beautiful.
Last night should have been nothing. It was a way for me to blow off steam before putting on another show for the woman I was marrying in a few weeks. Amanda wasn’t giving up the pussy, and I’m horny guy 24/7. Even at forty-five, my dick needs a work-out at least once a day.
And shit, did it ever get one last night.
With my fiancée’s fucking daughter no less.
God damn.
“Why so formal?” Amanda cooed, smiling fakely. “We’re going to be family now. You guys should at least hug.”
Lacey looked like she’d rather run the other way than put her arms around me. At least not in front of her mother. Because last night, she’d thrown her arms around me while screaming, that anus drilled so deep.
Damn.
Hot shit, man, real hot shit.
Last night had been one the best experiences of my life. Despite being horny as fuck, I hadn’t gone to the bar to score some ass, not really. That dive wasn’t even the type of place I normally like. It had too many Jersey girls and lame ass guidos with their gelled hair and gym muscles, all competing to fuck the same tired neighborhood chicks.
But I’d been bored after a shitty work trip that hadn’t gone well. Fresh from the airport, I was too out of it to tell the driver to drop me off at the high-class members only joint I usually frequent. So after a short walk from my apartment, I ended up at the dark and crowded dive.
The VIP area had been laughably cheap with worn carpeting and cheesy purple velvet loungers. Really assholes? You think this is what class looks like? They needed to fire their interior decorator stat.
At least it gave me a chance to stretch my legs and watch the rest of the place. But it wasn’t long before I regretted even stepping foot in the shit hole. The club was wall to wall muscle heads sprinkled with stick-thin girls practically falling over from fake boob jobs. Yeah, top heavy in a bad way.
But then I saw her.
Cute and curvy, Lacey was more librarian than the usual party girl. Her curly brown hair surrounded a face that was too sweet for a place called Sizzles. But those huge tits and thick hips made me want to taste. Oh yeah.
And when she walked over, it was like a dream come true. My cock stiffened as her mouth opened. But then she asked me to dance and I practically bust my gut laughing. Dance? Holy shit. What was this, junior high? The only kind of dancing I’d do with a girl like this was between the sheets. Hard and fast. Deep and rough.
Yeah, I’m not exactly a good guy.
Not by a long shot.
Because in a few weeks, I was getting married to Amanda. Ring on the finger, and all that bullshit. Not exactly the love of my life, not by a long shot. But even if it was more business arrangement than old-fashioned attraction, I should’ve kept it in my pants.
But fuck that. I hadn’t had pussy in weeks, and Lacey was a ripe peach inscribed with the word temptation.
Watching the female, I had a vague thought of inviting her into the club bathroom so I could ream her ass in semi-private but she’d licked those full lips again, nipples poking out at me through the cloth. So the bathroom was out. Right here was real good, thank you very much.