Page 43 of Money Shot

SIENNA

November 15th,2014

I believed most people on this earth were living a life not of their choosing, but one of settling for what it was they were convinced they were entitled to. Their quality of life was directly tied to their belief in their self-worth.

It saddened me that a world full of women with minimal self-respect settled for substandard treatment at the hand of less than honorable men, and did so for the simple reason that they didn’t believe they were better than what it was they were receiving.

I knew I had made some pretty poor choices in my lifetime regarding men, but my choice to wait as long as I had to for Vince to accept me as a lover proved to be the best decision I had ever made. Following my father’s advice of being persistent had provided me with the best man I believed this world could or would ever produce.

I had always hoped one day I would find a man that would not only be handsome, but would share my views on life, love, and hopefully, books. After twenty-six years I had all but given up, realizing finding someone capable of pleasing me fully would be impossible. There was no doubt in my mind that a qualified man existed somewhere on earth, but I had all but decided he was on another continent somewhere and probably speaking a different language.

I was now living my lifelong fantasy with Vince, and he had proven to be everything I had always dreamed of.

And more.

He cocked an eyebrow comically. His facial hair was several inches long now, and I was quickly finding out just how well his beard length was directly connected to my pussy’s on button. Each time I noticed his beard had grown a little fuller, I’d become a little wetter, and it would happen a lot quicker.

I loved doing things with Vince and spending time with him, but no differently than an alcoholic who had just came off a two year dry spell only to take that first drink and eventually go on a full-blown drunken bender, I felt if he was in my presence I needed to be fucking him.

And his beard stood as all the proof I needed.

As his mouth continued to move and his hands gestured in one direction or the other, my mind wandered to thoughts of him shoving me full of dick. I was convinced if the entire population on earth was getting fucked the way Vince was fucking me, world peace would only be a few strokes of a thick cock away.

There was no doubt in my mind if Lizzie Borden was being fucked by Vince, she would have never swung the fateful axe.

If a woman is being fucked right, happiness soon follows.

His mouth continued to move, but my mind was elsewhere. As his hand massaged his beard while he talked, I stared as if possessed by sexual demons. All I heard was Fuck me, Sienna. Fuck me, Sienna… regardless of what it was he was actually saying.

He really needed to shave.

Well, either that or crawl over the table and fuck me.

“Huh?” I said as I shook my head from side-to-side.

“What part didn’t you get?” he asked.

“I uhhm. I think I had a spasm or something. I didn’t hear anything. I was watching your mouth move, but I didn’t hear anything,” I said.

“Catch anything about the book I’m reading?” he asked.

I shook my head and shrugged an apology.

Leaning back in the chair, he slowly raised his hand to his chin. As he massaged his beard, he scrunched his brow and silently stared until it appeared he wanted more. With his eyes still fixed on mine, he leaned forward and rested his muscular arms on the edge of the table. His eyes were an odd color of green but were lightly sprinkled with little brown specks, and all but made me become a helpless and hopeful little girl each time he opened them wide. I gazed back at him blankly in admiration, all the while hearing my heartbeat and fearing he could do the same. I tried to turn away, but my eyes remained locked on his as if he was in control.

In all reality, he was.

“No shit?” he asked. “Nothing?”

“Sorry,” I said with a smile.

“I’ll be damned,” he said. “Just went deaf for a minute, huh?”

I grinned at the sight of him and did my best to change the subject. “So what are you reading?”

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

I attempted to wipe the grin from my face and remain in his good graces. “Nothing.”