The interview ends and I groan as her face leaves the screen. The television scrolls a link to her website with the rules for the auction.
I could so easily go to the website, click on the link, take the steps to show up at that auction... to pay whatever it takes to have her.
But I won’t pay for sex—especially not to fund HAHA.
And I’ve lived in a city long enough to know I don’t want the strings that are attached when a woman finds out my family’s net worth. I’d rather be alone for the rest of my goddamned life than be with a gold-digger.
And this woman would go into the night knowing how much I could afford.
I don’t buy women—no matter what the cause.
Especially not this woman. She is fucking gorgeous, and while she came across as educated and intelligent in the interview—she’s still auctioning off access to her cunt. There’s no good that can come from that and the fact she doesn’t realize that worries me.
In the shower, I run a washcloth over my ladder of abs, exhaling when I think how long it’s been since I’ve slept with a woman. When I think about sleeping with that woman... with Justine...
As I hold my shaft, warm water runs over my beard and face, and my cock is hard as fuck. Damn. I close my eyes thinking about Justine. A woman with passion and fire blazing. And a virgin pussy that is tight and wanting. A woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it—taking control in the sexiest goddamn way.
I pump my shaft imaging Justine riding me, her tits bouncing as she screams my name. Hell, my thick cock is ready to explode as I picture her running her hands through her hair as she climaxes against me, as she whimpers in release.
She grew up around the porn industry and every red-blooded American man knows about the videos the Van De Shires have produced over the years.
The idea that a woman could grow up around that much blatant sex and still be a virgin gets my cock hungry as hell. I want that woman next to me, right now. I want to fill her with my cock, showing her what a real man is like. Not those men who will show up to buy her.
It kills me to think she’ll lose her virginity to some old dude with the most cash.
So, instead, I imagine her with me, her tight cunt dripping as I fill her the way she needs. Completely. I come hard at the thought of it, wishing like hell she was with me now in this shower. I’d bend her over and take hold of her smooth ass.
But I know Justine is about as close to my reality as the television screen, and am wondering who at HAHA okayed this publicity stunt. Last time I checked the organization wasn’t hard up for cash.An hour or so later I’m parking my truck in my mom’s driveway. Well, it was my mom’s when she was still alive. Now it’s Luther’s place and it tears me up inside to come here at all.
As I get out of the truck, I try to stomach what he’s done to the massive estate. He spent my mom’s money on remodeling her mansion—and it’s lewd as all get out. Gold gilded gates, heated indoor pool, and last time I was here I counted six stone fireplaces.
He may have been a decent enough guy when my mother was alive—decent enough for a saint like her to have married him—but he took her death in the worst way possible.
He started fucking everything on two legs with abandon. It’s fucking disgusting, the way he’s taken his pain and turned it into something so damn ruinous.
As I walk toward the door, I see a young woman—barely legal, crying, high heels in hand, leaving it.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I’m fine,” she says, sniffling.
My brows pull together. She doesn’t look fine to me. She’s crying and cold and fumbling with her phone. “Did Luther call you a car?”
“No.” She wipes her eyes, trying to gain her composure.
I pull out my phone. “I’m calling you a car.” I give the cab company the address and tell the woman that the car will be here in a few minutes.
“Thank you, it was stupid of me to come out here at all.”
“Did he hurt you?” I ask, needing to make sure she is physically and mentally okay.
She shakes her head. “No, but it wasn’t exactly smart to come home with a stranger.”
The cab pulls up and I watch her get in the car, hoping that next time she won’t end up in this situation.
Now that Alaska changed their laws, Luther has made it his own personal vendetta to make sure every woman in this state has what they need... and he promises to pay substantially.