Free Dirty by H.J. Bellus Page B

be hard and ready to perform, but Ava happened. My hand sneaks down the front of my jeans, revealing my cock, and I stroke it a few times, trying to get semi-hard before walking in. Nothing happens until I remember how wet Ava was for me when I got her off in the bathroom. Her soft little moans and the way her hands tugged on my hair do the trick.
    I’m hard as a fucking shaft just thinking about her and way too close to blowing my fucking wad. With my cock tucked back in my pants, I waltz up to the ladies, and toss my white shirt off onto Sheila’s lawn. My hard on doesn’t last long, so I know I’ll have to entertain these ladies for some time.
    “I hear it was someone’s birthday,” I say, reaching the top step.
    They all shake their head for a few moments until the youngest of the group, about thirty-two, raises her hand. “Hell, I’ll be the birthday girl.”
    I push back the other ladies and grab her by the waist, picking her up until her ankles lock behind my back. Ava’s chestnut brown curls float through my mind, her sweet voice, and the way she stares at me assault me. I can’t fucking do this. I need Ava.
    Sheila presses her bared tits to my back and wraps her hand around the front of my jeans, groping my cock. “Ladies, this will be the best five thousand each of you spend.”
    And there it is…my choice. A sexy song fills the house and I attack the woman’s lips until she pulls back, catching her breath. I set her down on the arm of a couch and tear her bra from her chest. My teeth sink into huge nipples while my hand wanders down lower until I’m circling her clit. She definitely lets her friends know she approves of me.
    When I look up, the rest of the women are lined up on the couch just waiting their turn except for Sheila, who’s kneeling down in front of the woman on the end of the couch. I sink two fingers into the pussy in front of me, too magnetized to Sheila to use my mouth on anything.
    She drags the woman’s legs up over her shoulders and then slides her panties to the side. “This is Zane’s hard limit, so let me take care of you.”
    I’m not sure if it’s the pills or watching Sheila going down on another woman that brings my cock to life. The woman wraps her hands in Sheila’s hair as she takes her first lick. The other woman who has no one paying attention to her begins fucking herself with her fingers.
    “You tastes like honey, Kara.” Sheila sits up on her knees and looks over to me. “Want to taste Zane?”
    I can never date. I do this for money and I’m fucking addicted to sex and the feeling of women wanting me more than their next gulp of air. I stand, but keep my fingers in the woman’s tight and wet pussy. I’ll have her squirting before the night’s over.
    “Take my cock out,” I bark to the woman fucking herself. She doesn’t hesitate and has it out in seconds.
    “Suck me now,” I growl and then bend down a bit, grab Sheila’s hair and pull her face up to mine. I let my tongue swirl around in her mouth, lapping up the woman’s taste.
    When I pull back from Sheila, I make a slow and sexy show of licking my lips.
    “Help me, Zane,” Sheila purrs.
    I push her back down to the woman’s pussy and guide her head up and down, watching her lick the woman. I pull my fingers from the woman’s pussy and hear her whine a bit in disappointment and with the other woman’s lips around my cock, I turn to her. One of my hands wraps in the woman’s hair and I force her head further down on me until she gags.
    “What’s your name?” I ask the woman whose sweet pussy has had my fingers in it.
    “Kimmy.” Her cheeks are flushed.
    I crook out my pointer finger and signal her to stand up. “I fucking want you, Kimmy.”
    Her smile is all the fucking go-ahead I need. With lips wrapped around my cock and these women wanting me, it’s all the reminder I need to stay with my roots. Money, addicted to sex, and a fucking king at what I do.
    “I’m going to fill your