Chapter 2

• I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
• He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
• I smirk. There is something extremely honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not.
• It’s disarming.
• His hand drops to my behind again, and he rubs it as he smiles to himself, looking me up and down.
• I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck. There will be no physical activity between us tonight. I’m not that kind of girl.”
• He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles against my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter for me. I am a goal orientated man, you know.”
• “Happy wife, happy life,” I reply sarcastically.
• “Blossom, do you really think I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my intention?” He raises his brow.
• I laugh out loud. “Shut up, you freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
• He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.
• Two hours and six cocktails later…
• The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this?
• I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.
• He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles against my lips.
• I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
• “Time to work off your debt,” he whispers as he drives his body forward through my breasts. His eyes close in pleasure as his hands encase my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
• My eyes roll back in my head. God, this is payment enough. What could be better than this visual sensation?
• He begins to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck, I need this dick inside me now.
• I laugh out loud. This is unbelievable. How the hell did this guy get me back to his room, having me owe him fifty dollars for the privilege?
• He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack with arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite,” he whispers as he looks down at me.
• Translation: Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.
• An unexpected thrill runs through me as I reply, “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.”
• Translation: I could take it all.
• His eyebrow rises in surprise. “Tu parle français?” he asks as he rolls a condom on.
• Translation: You speak French?
• I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop,” I whisper against his lips.
• Translation: I fuck in French, too.
• His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard cock slide between my wet lips. Back and forth he glides his length. I smile. Let’s up the anti.
• “Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn I’m in meinem besten,” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch.
• Translation: Although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.
• He laughs into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes close in pleasure.
• Holy fuck.
• This guy is good… and huge.
• “Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist,” he whispers as he pulls out and slides home again.
• Translation: You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.
• My back arches off the bed. Oh God, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body. I don’t know anyone else bilingual, and these exchanges are blowing my freaking mind. “Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund,” I breathe.
• Translation: I wanted your cock in my mouth.
• He pulls out and immediately hovers above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth. I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook.
• “Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.”
• Translation: Your wish is my command, my dear wife.
• I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas.”
• Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
• He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l'esprit ici,” he whispers through his blanket-thick arousal.
• Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
• I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head, and his body is moving fluently so he slides in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him fully.
• This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
• I am in Heaven.
• “Je dois te goûter.”
• Translation: I need to taste you.
• He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh.
• Fuck. My knees try to close as I struggle to gain control of the sensory overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am.
• “How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
• He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
• “Come,” he breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream, Bloss Bomb.”