All is Lost (All Series, Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

to drive my dick in
harder while the other hand slips around her waist, my fingers
searching out her tiny bundle of sensitive nerves.
    Fuck it. I can’t deny myself another second. My cock
twitches hard in my fist, imploring with need. Without a woman here
to bury myself in, I take matters into my own hands and indulge in
self-gratification.
    My mind flashes with dozens of images
of Waverly’s perfect, little body. Scenes of her writhing under me,
the moment I enter her, and then staring into her clear blue eyes
just before our oblivion, has me stroking away some of the stress
from last night’s fiasco. My hand clutches hard with the numerous
memories of my mouth and tongue exploring her sizzling flesh,
tasting every inch and comparing her creaminess to the most
decadent desserts. In my world, Waverly’s pussy wins every damn
time. Now hammering out a pleasurable rhythm, my breathing becomes
labored panting, my balls tighten and I twist around, slamming my
back against the shower wall. Suddenly the memory of seeing Waverly
riding on that mother fucker at the club fuels my rage, increasing
my need to come.
    I throw my head back and frantically
force my fist to move faster. “Mygod, I need you Waverly.” My voice
is thick with lust, but my plea is unadulterated truth.
    Now focused and determined
my body begins to tremble with thoughts of her quivering at my
touch instead of his . Adding the passionate scene at the club to leaving her
behind, possibly in the arms of another man, and it doesn't take
long before I reach a fantastic self-induced high off my
release.
    “ Waverly.” Gutturally
groaning and panting, my pleasure slices through the silence of the
empty suite. My mind reels at the sated state my body is now in,
but it still doesn't compare to the real thing because I’m nowhere
near satisfied.
    I finish my shower then towel off
quickly. I find a pair of ultra-faded blue jeans and soft light
blue long sleeve button down. I am all about a causal look for my
first night in Vegas. I spot the expensive Italian footwear lining
the bottom of the closet, but opt for the brown cowboy boots
instead. I'll save Armani for another night.
    After dressing I step into the main
room of the quiet penthouse and cross over to the large picture
window. I place my forehead against the glass and close my eyes.
The dessert nights lower temperatures cool the glass nicely and
minutes pass as I absorb the serenity. I couldn't have picked a
better night or place to say piss off to everyone and
everything.
    Running away from responsibility and
staying here indefinitely will fulfill my selfish motives. Pleasing
everyone else has been my life for nearly twenty-two years.
Truthfully, escaping life and staying here may help me figure out
what the hell I really want since being an heir no longer fits into
my agenda. Until I do figure out what the hell I do want to do with
my life, I'm going to play in the biggest sin playground of the
world.
    Searching the horizon for a sign of
answers I reach a conclusion; I don't ever have to return to Willow
Island again. I have more than enough money in my trust to stay
here. Friends will visit just to experience this ultra-lux life
with me. Enjoying the best of the best, every night I'll party with
celebrities and drink my way through this notorious town. Strip
clubs will have private seating for me with tabletops covered in
Cristal champagne and strippers, motivated by my funds will keep me
happy. What the hell do I care? Everything I desire will be at my
fingertips.
    I'll bring hot babes back
to my penthouse every night and give them a taste of my sweet life.
Scores of women will fill this room. One night stands. Hell yeah. It will be
easy pickings, and I can have my flavor choice of the night; creamy
to mocha, spicy to saucy, and all the exotics that span the flavor
pallet. This is fucking
awesome . Seriously, it's so perfect.
Nothing will stop me. No responsibilities. I won't answer to a