50 Shades Of Puberty

Chapter One: Wild Orgasm

Catty's POV

"I'm Catty Drew and my fiance would rather fuck his sex doll than me!"

I gulp down the last drop of liquor and slam the glass on the table, shattering into irreconcilable pieces, but it still isn't as broken as my heart as I tremble in a jerky cry. 

The club's security steps forward to haul me out but stops and disappears because a hand is simply lifted. This is the second time he's saved me. The first was when I wandered into the silent VIP lounge. 

But in all of his kindness, he remains mute!

"The only reason he wants me to meet his family is to claim his shitty trust fund and inheritance." My lips quiver. Misery loves company, so I rant on. 

"He thinks I'm too fat. I mean, I'm just okay..." I brush tears off my drunken lips. 

Then I pause. Sitting calmly in his clean tuxedo and sipping from his glass makes me feel stupid. His hair is tousled in gentle waves with grey stripes in the middle. He's those old men who would beat a young man to the front of any magazine cover... one of those whose looks make being a sugar baby a good thing. He notices my sudden switch of emotions and simply rolls his eyes in my direction. 

"You think he's right, yeah?" 

Silent.

Somehow, this hurts more than everything I've heard. 

I launch at him, charging for his glass, but he lifts it above me. Tall, he's at an advantage. I spin, not sure what the hell I'm doing. I get on his table with a bottle of obviously expensive liquor and other items. I raise the bottle of liquor. 

"Tell me what you think or I'll break your baby." I pout. 

"And I'd love to break you too." His cool baritone sweeps the place and echoes in my head. 

My fuzzy brain tries not to replay his response. "So?" I ask, acting deviant. 

He reaches for his glass but I'm swift to step my leg on his shoulder, planting him back on his seat. My red heel digs into the hollow of his collarbone and the hem of my skimpy dress jumps up, baring my thighs. 

"Three seconds," I mumble. "One. Two..." 

When he doesn't move, I look down to find his eyes up my thighs... right underneath my spread dress. 

Fuck!

Jumping on my adrenaline pump, I attempt to remove my leg but his big hand lies on top of it, trapping me in a firm touch. 

I'm bare... naked! Those tiny strings have a way of cutting through my pussy and gripping my clit, so I love to go about naked underneath. Having a hot stranger, one that I provoked, looking at my pussy sends mixed emotions down my spine.

I gulp dryly, not sure why I care about his reaction... His lips twitch. Even an old man finds me unattractive. 

"I warned you, Catty." 

Before I can make a sense of it, he settles me around his shoulders in a smooth motion, and dumps me on the couch, kneeling in between my spread thighs with his face barely an inch from my pussy. His breath is oddly cool on my body, and I just realized I'm wet... for a stranger! 

"Beautiful." He hums, rolling up my dress. "Perfect." He opens my legs to fully fit in. "Wet." A nasty smirk displays on his face.

"Huh?" I mumble like a moron. 

The light rays settle on his face, revealing a man fucking hot as god himself. His dragon-blue eyes are hypnotic. And damn, those lips...

"You want to know what I think of you, right?" Opening two fingers like scissors, he slices through my pussy, pressing my thick bud in his tight fingers. "And your boyfriend is an idiot."

I gasp, releasing my held breath in a shuddering moan. 

"Catty, did just looking at your succulent pussy make you wet?" He chuckles and runs along my pink folds. "You're just a naughty girl."