Hunter's Blood by Rue Volley Read Free Book Online

 
     
    “Perhaps if you turned slightly you could…oh god.” I wiped cum from my mouth with my fingers and stared down the two people in front of me.
    “I am so fucking sick of amateurs,” I said as I grabbed the man’s shirt and wiped my mouth off. He looked at me, still twitching with the last moments of his orgasm. I shook my head and stared the girl down as she lowered her ass and grabbed a cigarette from my nightstand.
    “Ahhh, fuck you, get out…both of you,” I said as she stopped and raised her eyebrows.
    “Bitch, I am serious, fucking get dressed or don’t, who fucking cares…just get the fuck out and lose my number for Christ sake.”
    “Seriously?” she asked and I cringed as her voice irritated my eardrums.
    “Leave, you fuck like dogs.”
    The man pulled his jeans on, along with his boots and she started to pull her dress over her head. I stood there and shook my head in disgust as I thought about all of the people who I could have been with at the club tonight, the hottie with shoulder length hair, hard jaw line and bulge in his pants begging to be sucked off in the dark corner of the club. The petite woman in the bathroom who lingered at her lips with an erect red lipstick when she watched me pass her by and pause in the mirror next to her. I could smell her cunt a mile away and could have fucked her all night if I wanted to, but no. I ended up with tweedledee and fucking tweedledumb. Excellent.
    I watched them walk to my stairs and the girl stopped and looked at me.
    “I had fun,” she said and I rolled my eyes.
    “Oh that is just great, glad you did now can you just do me a favor and get out?” I said and the man grabbed her hand and they walked down my stars. I leaned over my iron railing and watched them reach my door, the man looked up and I flipped him off and he left without saying a word and trust me it is best. I fucking hate having my time wasted, especially in the bedroom…what a shitty way to spend a Saturday night.
    I looked up at my ceiling and studied the large mural on it. It was a mass orgy of sorts I would guess…many bodies, intertwined and fucking, a left over “thank you” from an artist I had fucked into submission a year ago and I sighed as I closed my eyes and could still feel his fingers in my ass, jerking and non-compassionate. I need that, some fucking to wreck me from time to time, I would suggest it to anyone.
    I then decided to try to salvage this miserable night and go out, one last time this evening and see if anyone had anything to offer more than the ridiculous bitches I had just wasted a set of sheets on. I walked to my shower and stepped into it, it was large, enough room for at least 4 people to maneuver easily and I had had it installed for that purpose although I had not broken it in yet. I turned the hot water on and it steamed up immediately and I lifted the soft white sponge and let it linger on my thigh for a moment, I really considered getting myself off but decided to hold out knowing if I found someone, or better yet two…the orgasm would almost stop my heart now that I am on the verge of cumming anyway.
    Cumming, now that is something nice isn’t it? The moment when you cannot comprehend anything but the incredible feeling rocking your pussy and arching your back? Well that is a woman’s view, I would assume a mans is just as great, hard cock, twitching and a cry of ecstasy as eyes blur and head spins…thrusting and… Fuck me… I looked down and could see myself trembling as I almost climaxed at the thought of it.
    “I need to get laid,” I whispered as I let my head rest against the wall of my shower and ignored my want to place my fingers on my clit and just do it as I knew I wanted to.
    I stopped fantasizing and got out, wrapping the white towel around myself slowly and playing with my long black hair over my shoulder. I twisted it and the water ran down my collar bone and seeped into the towel and then I looked up into my wall