Chapter 2

• LARKIN
• One thing that the people around me didn't see was how hard it was for me to make everything look easy. Annette was my world, and it was so hard for me to accept the reality that she was no longer with me. My days felt longer, I had completely lost my drive to do more.
• “We just have to do what we have to do, Larkin,” my best friend Claude reminded me that I still have my life to live.
• “Damn, I never thought this could happen so fast. Two years ago, my wife and I were just planning a vacation, and now I am here thinking how I will spend the rest of my life without her.”
• Claude tapped my shoulder and assured me that I could always count on him.
• “Annette would surely be sad if you lose this firm just because you lost her,” he said while he was about to leave my office.
• Claude was right, I could not afford to lose my business. Annette was also a major part of it, especially during my start-up period. She was the very first one to believe in my visions, and helped me widen my connections with her networks. She was there to celebrate our first deal, and she was there in every milestone of my firm.
• “We are really sorry about your loss, Larkin. We'll understand if you decide to drop this project.” Mr. Gustley, our current client for our new project, expressed his condolences over the phone.
• “Don't worry, Mr. Gustley, rest assured that this project won't be affected. Shall we set the meeting next week? Our team is almost done with our presentation.”
• “That's good, we'll see you then. And remember to take it easy,” Mr. Gustley replied.
• I had to be strong; everyday, I had to fake my strength. I focused on my business so I could kill time. It was hard to begin the day and it was even harder during night time. The mere thought of going home without Annette waiting for me was making everything feel worse.
• “Two shots of Dalmore please,” I told the bartender the moment I took my usual seat at the bar.
• Almost every night, I would drop by Neon Nights to take my dose of my favorite scotch. That went on for almost two years already after losing my wife. I had some bottles of alcohol at home, but drinking there by myself would only worsen my emotions.
• It was already past ten and the club was getting crowded already. No matter how loud the music was, my grief seemed louder. It was Friday night and I was sure the crowd would even get bigger by midnight.
• I was already on my fifth scotch when my attention got caught by a woman, seated on one of the couches just across the bar. She was very attractive, and I noticed how alluring she was every time she would move her arms upward while swaying her hips slowly.
• I just couldn't take my eyes off her, especially when she gently touched her neck and continued dancing. There were also some men trying to get close to her, but I could notice how she resisted them especially every time someone would hold her in her waist.
• Every time that her friend would bring her a shot of tequila, she would take it and then continue dancing. I could see she was getting really drunk and she didn't mind the strap of her top falling off from her shoulder.
• I could already feel my tool rallying inside my boxers, and I had to go to the toilet to fix it. When I came back to my seat, she was near my position already and she seemed to be recklessly bumping into almost everyone that she passed by.
• “Behind you,” I gently tapped her back when she was getting closer to me.
• The moment she turned back and faced me, she tripped. Her right arm landed on my left leg and her palm on my crotch area. I suddenly felt hot, and my tool started going crazy. Her face was pressed on my neck and her other hand was on my chest.
• I tried to assist her in getting up, but she could not regain her balance. I felt her breath on my neck and she was as if sniffing every inch of it. Her hand started caressing my chest and seemed like she was enjoying the firmness of it. I suddenly felt her lips gently pressed on my neck.
• She pulled my head and started kissing me on my lips, I moved her closer. I felt her body moving, and her abdomen was slowly rubbing my crotch area.
• “I know a place where we can do more,” I whispered in her ear.
• She kissed me again, so passionately that her tongue was probing my entire mouth. She moved back as she said, “take me there.”
• My hands were busy wandering all over her bottom when she said that. I moved her a little as I stood up. I put her arm around my shoulder and grabbed her waist. The next thing I knew, we were already outside. I was way taller than her and she was very light to carry. I carried her towards my car while both her arms were hanging around my neck.
• I didn't really struggle getting the passenger door opened and I was able to get her in there easily. After I put on her seatbelt, I started the car and went straight to my place. She was being naughty while still inside the car. She took my hand and put it inside her bra. It wasn't that big, just enough for my hand to cup it. She kept moaning, and she would get louder every time I would gently squeeze her nip.
• The building where I lived had an exclusive lift for the penthouse, and it was located in a discreet area of the parking space.
• When we got to the penthouse, I gently laid her on the huge couch in my living area.
• “Where are we?” She asked.
• “About to enter heaven's gate, babe,” I replied while I was taking my shoes off.
• She got up and kneeled in front of me, she pushed me back and I was leaning on the backrest of the coach with my legs spreaded wide. She started unbuckling my belt and rushed to unzip my crotch.
• “Hey, easy, you are not racing with anyone, aren't you?” I asked her when I noticed how aggressive she was.
• She stopped for a bit, and stared at me lustfully. She started licking her lips and after she had completely circled her tongue around her lips, she started biting her lower lip and gave me another lustful look.
• I pulled my butt up and she helped me pull my trousers down. She then grabbed my boxers and started her hand wandering inside it. Once she pulled out my shaft, it was really hard already, and her eyes widened as she discovered its size.
• She gave it a few strokes while I was gathering her hair. Just when I was about to pull her head closer towards my rod, she started moving away and gave me a naughty smirk.
• I was surprised with what she did next. She spit on her palm and started to rub it on the head of my member, the moment she grabbed the head inside her fist, I couldn't help myself from releasing a loud moan.
• “Goddamnit, that feels good,” I uttered.
• I would really moan even louder every time she would release her grip and then form a tiny hole on her fist and then get my tool inside it. I would even thrust harder whenever I felt it was too tight to get my member inserted. And everytime that her palm would dry up, she would spit on it again making it feel like the inside of a virgin..
• That woman was a pro, she knew exactly how to make good use of her hand. I would go crazy everytime she would stroke it faster. The sensation would make me go frantic that, from time to time, I would have to get her hand off my toy.
• “Where in the world did you learn to do that?” I asked.
• I grabbed her, l almost ripping her bra off. The top of it was pinkish and it was very firm. She stood up and took all her clothes off, and she was standing in front of me completely naked. I could not keep my eyes off her crack. I pulled her closer to me as I reached for her mountains. I started kissing them gently and when she started pushing them harder on my mouth, I started to suckle on it making her go really frantic.
• I was grinding my upper and lower front teeth against her t*t, and the sensation made her scream. I took her hand and put it on my toy and signaled her hand to stroke it. Every time I would bite her nips gently, I would feel the pressure of her grip on my shaft.
• I pushed her to the couch, and then I positioned myself in between her legs. She was getting really wet and I could already see some juice dripping. She pulled my nape and even lifted her back so I could easily reach her gem. I started playing her clit with my tongue and she moaned louder every time my tongue would go faster.
• “I'm c*mming,” she told me while she was tightly gripping my hair. I felt the warm juice all over my lips and started licking it, and I made sure to take every drop of it. I moved up and pulled her head, she knew exactly what I wanted her to do, she then positioned her mouth right in front of my wood. I felt her warm tongue circling around the head of my member. I started grabbing her hair again. I pulled her harder making my toy to fully get inside her mouth, almost reaching her throat.
• She was so good at it that it took her more than 20 seconds before she pushed me back so she could gasp for air.
• I moved down, put her legs on my shoulder, and started aiming for her gem. I wasn't planning to be gentle, so I gave it one strong thrust and my shaft had filled her entirely.
• “Man, that hurts. Stop,” she complained, trying to push me back.
• I didn't budge, instead, I started pounding. It felt so tight and warm inside her. She kept cursing and asking me to stop for a while, but her pleas made me even more aggressive.
• “This is what you like, right?” I asked her while I was squeezing her hair. I could see the mixture of pain and pleasure on her face.
• “I'm c*mming again, please don't stop.”
• After she said that, I pounded faster and started rubbing her clit with my middle finger. She screamed as I started feeling her juice squirting.
• “Stop,.please, stop.” Her voice cracked and she went delirious. She was catching her breath. It made me feel that her inside became even more slippery, allowing me to go deeper. I could see her moving her head sideways while she was squeezing her hair.
• I started to feel an intense sensation nearing my explosion.
• “Make it tighter,” I commanded her.
• I started feeling her muscles move, squeezing my shaft inside and it felt really good.
• “I'm c*mming," she said while she was also moving her waist along with my rhythm.
• She started screaming again as a sign of her explosion, so I took that chance to explode too. I was growling while cursing when my juices started to pour, when she felt my juice was filling her up, she reached for my lips and torridly kissed me.
• The sensation felt different from the other women I hooked up with, she could really equal my desire, and I had never felt that satisfied. I fell asleep right after and I didn't even have the chance to clean up.
• The next morning when I woke up, the woman was no longer beside me. I was still completely naked, and remembering what she did to me last night, recounting her every moan and her reaction.