Sweeter Than Honey by Mary B. Morrison Read Free Book Online

of spit up his shaft. Desperately I wanted to snatch that bag off his damn head so I could see his face. I lowered my mouth over his head, sucking gently, then harder, then a lot harder.
    “You want it rough and fast or slow and succulent?”
    Before he answered, I eased my mouth over his entire shaft and swallowed hard several times.
    “Oh, shit! Bitch, you making me cum without my permission. Back the fuck up.”
    Tightening my throat, I lifted my head, drawing all the cum out of him. His body shivered. I trickled his sperms back onto his dick as I continued stroking him.
    “You taste so good,” I lied. “Relax, you’ll get your money’s worth. I’ll get him back up in a few minutes with this,” I said, placing his hand on my bare pussy.
    Making my way to the bathroom to spit out the sperms that didn’t make it to my stomach, I heard him say, “Damn, baby, you’ve learned a lot.”

CHAPTER 6
     

Sunny
     
    W hat started out six months ago as a brilliant get-rich-quick scheme unexpectedly transitioned into the worst decision of my life! An epiphany, a paradigm shift—I didn’t care what one called it, I wanted to quit! Who in the hell did I fuck last night? That bothered me all day because obviously he knew me.
    What in the world was I thinking?
    Voluntarily putting my pussy on auction to the highest bidder left me feeling slimier than a green snail crawling on its belly.
    Preparing for another night of prostitution in the glitzy and oh-so-seemingly glamorous city of Las Vegas, I sat in front of my designated vanity—surrounded by lights and cameras—incapacitated by depression. Fear weighed so heavily on my neck and shoulders that my head practically hung in my lap. I wanted to lift my eyelids but I couldn’t. What if I gazed into the mirror of my soul? What would I see? Who would I see? Definitely not the sweet, innocent little girl I…I paused, then exhaled.
    The men I had sex with, like the one last night, never saw my inner beauty. All they wanted was “Action!” And as long as I was the center of attention, I allowed those men to do whatever they wanted, including making me feel worthless.
    Take one! Take two! Cut! Action! Sunny, that’s my girl, one more time, from the top. Move your ass. Let’s go! Action, baby, action! You’re a keeper, doll.
    Yeah, but for how long?
    Willingly I played the leading role, the fool, some may say, but they don’t know me! I’m a good girl. Maybe too good.
    Slowly I swiveled my vanity chair one hundred eighty degrees. I lifted my head, but I couldn’t dare face the mirror ’cause I knew he was there. Not physically. Not visibly on my shoulder with a red pitchfork. His presence was mental. Ready and waiting to intimidate me once more. So instead of finding the courage to face my fears and quit what I never should’ve started, I listened to his haunting voice resounding in my ear.
    Imagining how Valentino set his prices, the auctioneer inside my head shouted, “Can I get ten…ten…can I get fifteen for this fine specimen of a woman?…Fifteen to the gentleman in the corner…twenty up front…can I get twenty-five for a night of unforgettable pleasure?…Twenty-five to the man right here…can I get thirty if she gets real dirty?…Thirty to the distinguished man in the blue tailor-made suit…can I get thirty-five?…Thirty going once, going twice, sold, to the gentleman in the blue tailor-made suit for thirty thousand dollars!”
    The john’s filthy-rich salty spit licked onto my grimy skin burning my self-esteem into green mush forcing me to crawl back into my shell. Forget him. Tonight this wasn’t about him or them. It was about me.
    Pivoting in my chair, I stared at the black-tinted windows surrounding the dressing room. I couldn’t see a thing. No one could see in. None of us could see out. I was tired of this shit, knowing something was wrong when Lace hadn’t shown up at the casino to meet us or at Valentino’s mansion to do her job. I knew