Pearl (The Pearl Series) by Arianne Richmonde Page B

held her head still, restraining her movements. “No, Indira. This isn’t a good idea.”
    She looked up at me from beneath her long lashes, shock flashing across her face. “Don’t you fucking deny me this!” she lashed out, her mouth half full. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know how many men fantasize about me doing this to them? They dream about me while they masturbate every night, my poster on their wall. And you are telling me to stop?” Her large mouth stretched over my throbbing crown and she sucked hard. I lay back, yielding to her, my dick telling me how good it felt, as if it had a brain of its own. She took my huge erection to the back of her throat, focusing on suction, greedy for it as if her life depended on it. But still, it wasn’t right. It felt wrong to me. Very wrong. I forced myself to shuffle my ass away from her and sit up. My cock was throbbing with desire, but my head was telling me this all had to end.
    “You’re so beautiful, Indira. You’re such a special lady, you really are, but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to use you, you’re worth more than that.” I tucked my unwieldy tackle back into my jeans.
    Horror drained the color from her face. She stared at me, incredulous.
    “I’ve met someone else, I’m sorry,” I explained, getting up and going to the bathroom. I locked the door. I could hear her screaming, her abusive tirade ricocheting about the room. She was throwing things about like a small child having a tantrum. God knows who could have heard; they must have believed I was beating her up.
    I had to finish off what she started. I took my cock in a tight vice of a grip and began moving it up and down ferociously. I had Pearl’s hot, wet pussy in my mind’s eye, her glorious ass. I was on rewind, remembering my tongue exploring all her crevices, her screams when I reached her G-spot. Her amazing scent. Her taste. Her wet ….I clenched my cock tighter…. wet….pussy…her hot, wet, horny, tight….her mouth…her lips…her ass…her big blue eyes…her smooth skin…her wet ….I could feel myself coming hard. Semen burst from me in a thick, scalding rush. It spurted all over the bathroom mirror as my hips drove forward in one last thrust. I groaned quietly, my release felt fucking great.
    As I cleaned up my mess, I could hear Indira’s screeching curses. She was yelling, “Who the fuck is she? Who IS she?!” I knew I was in big trouble and I hoped it wouldn’t screw things up with the charity or with her cousin.
    But all I could think about was what it was going to be like when I fucked Pearl.
    Actually, I didn’t want to just fuck Pearl, I wanted to make love to her, too.

    I called Sophie to warn her about how I’d spurned Indira and the backlash that could follow with the grease-ball cousin. My sister was quick to act. She organized a high-class sex worker to sweeten him up. The girl admitted that it was the best gig she’d ever had—she was paid handsomely for her service. Sophie, you see, used to be in the game herself. She knew about Pussy Power. I managed to steer clear of the cousin and let my sister take control of this delicate situation with Indira. But Sophie was as furious with me as Indira was. Furious.

    On the plane back to New York, as Sophie was counting out the uncut emeralds, rubies and sapphires, her slim fingers fondling every nuance, every dimple of the precious stones—our illegal booty—she spat out:
    “You fucking moron, that’s the last time I bail you out, fuckhead!”
    I was used to Sophie’s tirades—I took them with a pinch of salt.
    “What the fuck did you think you were doing snubbing such a powerful woman like Indira Kapoor?” she hissed. “Fuckwit jerk behaving like a fucking schoolboy!”
    Sometimes I’d say nothing, just wait for whatever abusive adjective Sophie would come up with next. She had a good imagination. “A schoolboy would have seen the blowjob through,” I said with a wry smile.