Im-plac-a-ble: Relentless, Unstoppable – ebook

Excerpt

His hooded eyes had seen it all. He was quite a man with a past.

That woman was rapping on his window as the big Rolls began to pull away from the front of the chateau. He sighed. “Stop,” he said to his driver. Barely raising his voice. And lowered the window. “Yes, miss?”

“Let me in!”

Well, if he must. Every young girl wanted to fuck a legend at least once in her life.

Then there she was, naked on the seat beside him. He could smell her pussy. She’d been fucking already. She immediately filled the space and steamed up the windows. All big jugs and wiggle. Stirred, she made him think dirty thoughts as he grew his first erection of the night. What he could do to her. Her fiery red hair fanned out across her back. Her curly red patch against that white skin of her cunt woke his sixty-five-year-old cock. It began to inch out. Ludicrously, the only single thing she had on was a pair of green satin high heels. Quickly she bounced to his lap, her arms went around his neck. There grew a wet spot on his trousers leg from her hot snatch. He was bowled over when she actually pulled his head lower and rubbed a stiff nipple along his lips. Encouraging him to suck.

He had no choice but to open his mouth. And to bite. Vigorously. It was a spontaneous reaction. Then she was straddling him. Her legs spread wide. Nudging one hand lower, forming his hand to stick a finger in her.

It was juicy in there. She pulsed her cunt on his big middle finger. What on earth was happening to him?

He had just entered Angie’s world. Full on.

Well. This was a turn of events. Now he was going to have to get his suit cleaned.

This wasn’t a party, he reminded himself. This was just a feeble attempt at a party. She whispered something into his ear. It made him laugh. Then he caught the lilt of her voice.

“Irish?”

Angie truly wanted every single person there to have a good time. Men and the women. A guest leaving at midnight? She was going to take that personally. When she saw it was Edwards, she was crushed. He had been the one guest she wanted most to meet.

Then she poured it on. “Stay for just a bit longer and I’ll let you draw shamrocks on my titties.”

He stared out the window, pondering. What she had said into his ear made him consider it. He would be the one she let spend the night with her. He looked back at her. He could get lost in those tits. He just might stay. And had his driver pull back around to the front door.

“Room number ten. At three.” Then, with him watching her ass, she got out and walked back into the chateau. Later, at three, they would begin. Harrison thought he had seen it all. But god damn. He had not seen this. She would romp on his dick till he couldn’t see straight. Fat ass slapping into his balls. He would want this forever. His last rational thought for hours.