Page 35 of False Promises

Was she for real?

“You better recharge quick because now I want to be fucked in every possible position,” challenged Savannah as she rose to her feet. She undressed slowly, in front of me, swaying her hips, her wrinkled dress billowing on the floor and her giant boobs hanging free over her chest.

She turned and leaned over—her ass on display—and fished something from her suitcase.

When she spun around, mischievous sparks danced in her smoldering stare while she held a blue vibrator in her hand.

Without breaking eye contact, she kneeled on the mattress, spread her legs, and inserted the silicon length inside her, inch by inch, strings of whimpers passing her lips as she did so.

At the push of a button, a soft vibrating sound filled the silence.

She lay on her back, her tongue peeking out of her filthy mouth, her gaze fixed on me, lust flowing from her hooded lids.

Like a fool, I stood there, unable to move.

Bewildered.

My heart raced at the sight she made, legs spread, pleasuring herself.

Was I dreaming? I had to be. With a shake of my head, I tried to rouse myself from my dream, but in vain. This was happening. For real.

Savannah glided the sex toy in and out of her at a slow pace, moaning louder every time she rammed it in.

“Carter, you want to help me out, or you prefer to watch?”

I said nothing because right now, I couldn’t decide.

All the blood pooled back between my legs, and my cock sprang wood, hard as a flagpole.

It took me half a second to decide.

“I’ll make you come with your little friend, then I’ll make you come again with mine. You better not be tired because we’ll be at it until I say it’s over.”

Savannah was dangerous. I saw the greed in her eyes. But I was also drawn to her. Like a moth to the flame.

Her contradictory attitude screamed at me to stay away. The voices in my head told me to run as fast as I could and never look back. That this could be dangerous. Feral. And I would regret it later. She could ruin me.

But I decided to ignore the warning signs. The voices of reason.

To just live, for once, without overthinking everything. To let go of the past and move forward.

Blank slate.

New beginning, Carter. New beginning, I repeated in my head.

All things considered, maybe I needed a little danger in my life. Something new and exciting. Something I had no control over. Something to make me forget about all the things I’d lost over the years. My parents. My unrequited love. My band. My brother.

I had to start living for myself. To chase my own destiny.

And make things happen.

All logical thoughts left my mind when I leaned over her, kissing the shit out of the woman who had the power to ruin me.

Pleasure alone ruled my body.

Savannah brought my hand over hers, and we both maneuvered the vibrator until her body went rigid and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

She screamed so loud when she came that I knew, without a doubt, the entire floor heard her.