Page 397 of Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I mean, I don’t even date. I don’t even do this—brunch, what a fucking joke.

But I just had to ask her out.

Something came over me while talking to her at the Python bar.

Actually, it was right when I saw her for the first time. There was something about her… She looked fucking stunning, sure, but it was something more than that.

She looked like someone with fucking ambition. A woman with ambition, strong enough to go after what she wants… and get it.

That’s why I offered her a position at Python so fast.

You probably think that I’m some dumbass that just hires anyone who walks up to me in a skirt, huh? Well, you’re wrong, babe. I’m everything but a dumbass. In fact, I’m pretty smart; you don’t get to run a club like Python by being an idiot, that much I can tell you.

And you walk up to me in a skirt? Sure, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you real good with my giant fucking cock.

But I won’t be hiring you. I won’t trust you with my business.

Destiny, though?

She's something different.

Still, it’s too bad that I won’t get to hire her. After she left I found that she was Destiny Renee, the owner of the famed Dirty Destiny, and I almost fucking choked on the whisky I was drinking when I found out she used to be a porn star. I’d like to tell you that I was a complete gentleman and that I didn’t look her up online but… Yeah, that was the first fucking thing I did when I heard the word ‘porn’. I found some of her videos and, holy fuck, is she hot.

Yes, okay, I found those videos and I fucking jerked off to her. It took me maybe 5 fucking minutes to cum, and I came hard. She’s got a tight fucking body and I sneer to myself thinking of all the ungodly things I want to do to it.

I mean, remember how she looked perfect in that tight dress she was wearing back at Python?

Right, that does nothing to what she looks like fucking naked. I only realized just how perfect she is when I saw her on the computer screen. Her heart-shaped ass seemed like just the right fit for my hands, and her tits are so perfectly round that I was almost salivating while watching her fuck.

And the way she fucks… Where do I even start?

I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a fucking beast while between the sheets. Sadly, I never found a woman capable of matching me… Until I saw Destiny’s videos. My first reaction was a simple one: I have to fuck her. And my s

econd reaction was an even more obvious one… I stroked myself until I came, and let me tell you one more fucking time in case you didn’t believe me, or you moved on—I came in gallons.

I did it in my office, and fine, I did it again when I got to my apartment.

And you wanna hear the best part? I didn’t even remember when was last time I had jerked off. You know, there are dozens of willing women every night at Python, so I never really feel the urge to go on a date with my hand. But when I typed Dirty Destiny into my browser, well, let’s just say that what followed was inevitable.

Ding! the elevator suddenly chimes, forcing me back to reality. I take one last look into the mirror as the doors slide open, and then I start walking toward the bar. She chose 230 Fifth Avenue for our date-brunch-thing, and it seems like a fitting place. I don’t come here often, but it’s a nice place; there are always hot fucking women lounging at any given time.

I scan the place with my eyes and, just like I told you, there are at least twelve scantily clad fucking women I wouldn’t mind taking for a spin perched on the seats. But Destiny’s nowhere to be found. I walk through the place and head toward the bar near the terrace, and there she is, sitting by herself. She’s talking on her cell phone when she sees me.

I walk up and, wasting no time, sit across from her.

“You’re early,” I say, and she just smiles at me, placing her cell phone back into her purse.

“I always like to arrive fashionably late, but I opened an exception for you today. Of course, that means you’re paying.”

“Sure. But I always like to get my money’s worth,” I grin, and I can already tell that I’m going to have fun. Maybe brunch wasn’t such a bad idea.

She’s looking at me.

Holy fuck, are her eyes travelling up and down my body? Is she thinking about how she wants to fuck me?

I match her back, my stare settling on those round swells of her tits and that slender waist.

We eye each other like two boxers in the ring.