Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Harley pov
Happiness is the little things that make your tensed and stressed body relaxed. Like today being my day off.
I woke up a bit giddy. Surely, my room needed a little work and tidying up, but staying at home ultimately made everything tolerable.
My legs hit the cold floor as I walked towards the window. I drew my curtains open as I let my eyes wander about. I wasn't expecting to be hitted with the crazy sight.
It was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. His broad shoulders, tattoos that snake from his neck down to his chest. My eyes narrowed down to meet a girl on her knees pleasing him. I couldn't help but gasp at the view.
A normal person would have left and stopped staring. My eyes stayed glued to his naked sight, my legs not moving.
Harley, get your eyes off!! I reprimanded myself, but I was still glued. Until I felt a hot stare on me. I slowly looked up, and our eyes met. He gave me an evil smirk, and I quickly closed my curtains.
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My mind couldn't function well since morning after what I saw. I tried to distract myself, but it wasn't working.
I went into the bathroom to shower. As I unwrapped my towel, images of the morning kept flashing in my brain. I'm edged, and I need to release it. My hand played with my breast as I visualized him. His blue eyes, his strong arm, wrapped me.
I let my back hit the wall and I pressed my fingers down on my clit. I imagined his hand on my clit and all the crazy things his strong arm can do.
"Fuck me." A let out a moan, the thought of his eyes scanning my body in a hungry way, the way his big dick thrust inside me and how his strong body pins me against the wall.
My fingers quickened faster, my legs quivering, my breath caught on my throat.
"Please, fuck me." I close my eyes and moan loudly like he was present and I'm begging him to give me the pleasure I deserve. I feel my wetness around my fingers.
With my other hand on my breast, I traced my nipple and pinched it hard as I imagined his mouth sucking it dry until they were swollen.
I'm going crazy. I shouldn't be brain fucking someone I just saw for few minutes. His imagines refuses to leave my fucking mind.
"Aahh!!!"." I cried, biting my bottom lips, feeling the pleasure and how close I was.
I'm so close, tears of pleasure streamed down my face, as everything crashed. I shook violently as the orgasm rippled through my body. My eyes closed as I tried catching my breath.
Damn I was definitely crazy. I took a long warm bath and slipped into my bed. I slept off without any thoughts in my mind.
I've been touching myself for a long time, but this felt different. It was nice and left me wanting him to be the one to do these crazy wicked things to me.
I have work tomorrow, and getting him off my system through the orgasm will make me concentrate at work. I needed to be focused and the last thing I needed was to be distracted by a man I know nothing about.
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I work at one of the most exquisite and luxurious restaurants in the city. It is for the wealthy and reservations are made beforehand. I love working here, not just for its good pay, but it's great tip.
Many wealthy men are stupid and can't put their fucking dicks in their pant, so they tip me higher, expecting something in return, but I pay them no heed.
I am on night shift today and I really love working night shift, because of the food here. Their meals are out of this world. Their chefs are superb.
"Harley please take room four, I don't think anyone is attending to them." Shelly, my colleague informed me.
"Sure." I carried the menu and hurried off to the room.
I knocked, after hearing an approval I entered the room.
My whole body froze as I laid my eyes on my supposed customer.
My fucking freaking new neighbor!!
How on earth is he here?!!!
It's definitely impossible for anyone living in our street to afford this place. Even in a million years.
My eyes caught the lady sitting opposite him, and it all made sense.
He is definitely a fuckboy and depends on rich ladies for his luxurious lifestyle.
I heard him clear his throat, and that jolted me back to reality.
I walked to them and plastered a sweet smile on my face.
Seeing him up close made my pussy throb and his deep sexy voice made me wet. His face is to die for. He is the embodiment of perfection. His piercing blue eyes, his sharp jawline perfectly sculpted, and his dark hair, perfectly disheveled, giving him a devilish look.
His lips, I just can't emphasize how perfect it was and how i needed him kissing me. I need his fucking tongue on my clit. His arm wrapped around me and my legs around his waist. My eyes scanned him from head to down, his dick and I swallowed hard.
I blinked, blinked again to clear my dirty thoughts and listen to their order.
If he was a fuckboy, I don't mind paying him to have him inside me. Seeing him made me realize how starved I am sexually.
They placed their order, but I didn't expect him to pay. Isn't she supposed to pay? Maybe she gave it to him to pay. That's the only reasonable logic behind it.
I left them to go get their order.
Holy fucking ball! I know I'm fucking drenched under. How can someone be this fucking wet by looking at someone?
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Disclaimer
Hi everyone, it's me again. I've written some books you've probably read.
"My UNHOLY OBSESSION" is my second book here.
"I BURN FOR YOU (SOLD TO HIM)." This was my first book, a bit shaky, but you all liked it, and my second book was much better. You can go check it out. Thanks
A lot of smut would be included in this short story. Please, if you are sensitive to sexual content, please scroll.
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