Page 20 of Preyless
I grabbed his head and opened my camera app.
Making sure to cut off the top part of his face—for the time being, at least—I snapped the shot of my softening dick in his mouth, and all the visible proof of my orgasm on his face.
He released my dick with a soft pop. “Are you sending that to her?”
I nodded. “She wanted to play with fire. Now she’s going to get burnt.”
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So did I.
*one attached image*
Once that was sent, I nearly threw my phone to the side, kicked the clothes around my ankles off, grabbed Casey’s hand, and dragged him to our bedroom.
He laughed as he followed me. “What’re we doing?”
I turned back to him with a smirk. “You really think I’m not gonna make you finish after that? I’m going to make you scream for your Daddy. And then we’re going to go get our fucking girl and erase the memory of whatever that sick fuck did to her, by doing it how she likes it.”
SIX
RORY
“Hi!”My voice came out chipper, which was surprising even to myself, considering I was anything but. Instead…I could have sworn my blood wasitchy.“Welcome to the Wooded Lodg?—”
“Yeah,” the man in front of me said, effectively cutting me off and throwing his debit card on the counter. He was dressed in board shorts and a tank top, with sand from the beach still covering nearly every area of exposed skin on him. “One room, one night, one bed, please.”
A woman nearly identical to my height stood in his embrace, wearing nothing but a yellow bikini and flip-flops. Unsurprising, considering she was also covered in sand and was utterly soaked.
Sigh.
At least he said please.
Even if the sand mixture covering them from their apparent midnight swim was drippingeverywhere.
I nodded politely and began typing the information into the computer in front of me. After a minute or so, the man sighed exasperatedly. “Anything?”
My eyes snapped to him, irritated. “The system is loading.”
“Can it load faster? I have a long night ahead. I mean, look at her.”
My face rolled in disgust at the innuendo behind his words. I was thankful there were no microphones on the surveillance cameras…and also for the fact that John had all but adopted me since I had started working there. He had just begun some sort of paperwork in the backroom, but even so, my smart mouth would have probably been congratulated rather than disciplined if he overheard me. “Let me guess. Brad? Kyle? Justin, even?”
His mouth parted in shock. “...Justin, yes. Do I know you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You just look like the douchebag type who loves intimidating women for no reason other than,Oooh, high score, woman scared. AndJnames are common for suchcreatures. Unfortunately for you, I’ve met men who make you look like a worm, so…I am not intimidated in the slightest, and if you’ll let me do my job, then we’ll get you on your way very shortly.Mkay?Mkay.”
The woman tucked under his arm coughed, and I had the suspicion she was biting back a laugh, which only filled me with the utmost satisfaction. When my eyes floated up to meet the man’s gaze for confirmation that he had actually heard me, the satisfaction only grew at the sign of his blushing and embarrassed complexion.
Rory: 1
Weird Men: 0
To his credit, he stayed silent, and I smiled sarcastically before returning my gaze to the computer in front of me. I reached for a keycard, magnetizing it for usage, and spoke again. “You’re in luck. We have one last room available on the third floor. Beautiful view, too.”
He nodded. “You have an elevator, right?”
I forced a faux wince on my face as I handed him his debit card and the hotel key card. “I’m so sorry, sir, but our elevator iscurrently out of order. Our stairs are on the right of that left wall, though.”
