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Chapter 2

Evan

I have her pressed against the stony exterior of the house.

Her tits are pressing against the rock wall, and her hands are extended over her head where I have a firm grasp on them.

I’ve been eyeing this blonde since the party started, which was not too long ago.

One look from my smoldering eyes, and I had her wet and aching for it.

I’m not totally unaware of the fact that she knows I just inherited a billion dollars. That’s half the reason she’s here, taking my cock in like a pro. She wants my body, but more than not, she wants my money.

She’s hoping that by fucking me tonight, she will somehow become my girlfriend. Little does she know that her motives are all too obvious.

Ever since I inherited so much money from my father, it’s been a near constant stream of socialites and models thinking I’m marriage material...which I’m not.

I’m self-made. I have my own millions stored away, and I’m used to gold diggers—but now that my father, the legend, has passed away, everyone wants to be the new Mrs. Belcourt.

I just couldn’t wait for an entire party to go by before I fucked this girl. Her name is Tiffany...I think. She’s a socialite or something.

I know she’s not a runway model, as many of the guests are, because she’s too curvy and perfectly round for that.

One thing’s for sure, she has a tight little ass and nice tits. That’s enough for me to get off on for one night.

“Oh god, Evan, you’re so good,” she says as I thrust my huge cock into her.

Yeah, tell me something I don’t know. I’m the best in bed that most women have had. I pride myself on that fact and have a nice little reputation growing around town.

Everyone wants to bed one of the Belcourt brothers. I figure that my reputation better live up to my name, and by the way she’s panting and yearning for it, I think I’m doing a good job.

Also, she’s a good one-night fuck.

Tiffany fits the criteria of this night perfectly. She was practically begging for it right when she showed up for the party. And who am I not to deliver?

Naturally, I’m probably the first brother she ran into. And so I conveniently fit her bill as well. She would’ve fucked anyone of us—that I know for sure—so I feel less bad that this is just a one-time thing.

I slam into her a few more times, causing her to cry out. Then I grip the sides of her hips and prepare to take it home.

I circle her magic button with one hand. I’m always cautious to make sure that any woman I’m with has a good time. If they don’t come at least one time, I consider the fuck to be a failure.

So I finger her magic button as I plunge into her from behind. The stony exterior of the house provides a nice backdrop to our little soirée. It gives me plenty of support to fuck her hard.

With one ragged, gasping breath, I plunge into her deeply and release my seed.

She screams out, and I feel a warmth spreading from within her pussy. She comes at the same time as me, and I can tell by her vibrating body that it was as good for her as it was for me.

I pull out of her and slap her ass for good measure before pulling her red satin dress back down.

The thought of her walking around the party with my essence inside of her is such a turn on. It’s not like I’m going to see her again, but for this night, it’s enough to know that my cum is sliding out of her cunt.

“That was good. You’re very good, Evan. Maybe we could hook up sometime?” she says with a hopeful tone.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say, zipping up.

I fully intend on blowing her off. This is not the kind of woman I want to be seen with. In fact, I kind of like being alone.

I’ve come to realize that no woman out there can fit my high standards, so why try?

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