This is what He want

I wanted to f**k her as soon as I saw her. That curvy little body was all tarted up in a tight little black dress, and those nice round t**s were practically spilling out the top. Her dark hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and she sipped on a drink, her full pink lips pretty and pouty and just made for sucking my d**k. I sat at the bar and watched her for a while, biding my time. She was at some kind of party – bachelorette from what I could tell, and it was almost enough to put me off the whole idea. Women at bachelorette parties were a particular kind of crazy, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with. A couple of blond women at the other end of the bar were staring at me, and I tried not to encourage them by making eye contact. Not that it was difficult. I couldn’t stop staring at that shapely little vixen on the other side of the room. Her dress hit just below the knee, and when she turned around, giving me a view of that gorgeous round ass, my c**k got hard. I was so transfixed that I didn’t realize one of the blondes had made her way over to me. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she tried. I almost sighed out of boredom, but that was too rude, even for me. “I doubt it,” I said, although it was entirely possible that she did know me from somewhere. Thankfully, I knew I probably hadn’t slept with her. She wasn’t my type – too blond, too skinny, too much like a Barbie. “No, I know I recognize you.” She motioned to her friend, another bottled blonde, to come over. “Alexa, isn’t this Noah Cutler?” Apparently she didn’t think it would make more sense to just ask me if I was Noah Cutler. I took a sip of my drink and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. From across the room, I watched as the curvy bombshell made her way to a table all by herself, peeling herself off from the rest of the party. “Yes!” the blonde’s friend said. “You gave that speech at my graduation last year. I absolutely loved it.” “I’m glad,” I lied. I didn’t give a s**t if she loved my speech or not. College was bullshit, the kind of thing people thought they needed, when really, I hadn’t learned anything in college that I couldn’t have learned on my own. I drained the rest of my drink and concentrated on the brunette. She turned toward me, pushing her hair back from her face, and I was struck again by her beauty. She happened to look up just at that moment, and our eyes met. She turned away quickly, embarrassed. I had to have her. And then, just like that, I saw my opening. Some dickhead guy was making his way over to her. Jealousy and possessiveness flooded me. She was mine. And I was going to make sure I had her tonight. “Excuse me,” I said to the blondes. And then I went to go claim my prize. “No, wait,” one of the women said. She reached for my arm. “Buy me a drink? If you do, I’ll make sure I’ll make it worth your while. Her blue eyes were alight. I wondered what she would think if she knew the truth about me, if she knew how rough I was, how demanding. If she knew that if I brought her home with me, I would have no interest in having s*x with her, that instead I would want to f**k her and lash her with my belt. It didn’t matter. I had no interest in her. I turned my back, not bothering her to answer, and made my way across the bar. My prize was sipping a drink, something that looked fruity and girly and f*****g ridiculous. I couldn’t stop staring at her mouth – her lips were full and lush, perfect for d**k sucking. The man who had approached was talking to her now, and my hands tightened in possessiveness. I hated him being close to her, hated the way he was looking at her body. Hated that he probably thought that since she was curvy and lush that he would have a chance. She was beautiful, her body made for f*****g. And this i***t wouldn’t understand that. I watched as they had an exchange. She said something he obviously didn’t like, and the asshole reached out, took the drink from her hand, and poured it on the floor. Then he put his arm around her. Rage pulsed through my veins, hard and hot and intense. Mine. “Leave her alone,” I growled as I lunged at him, my hand tightening around the back of his shirt. He stumbled for a few steps, almost hitting the table behind us, then readjusted his suit coat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. I gave him a look, the kind of look that had earned my reputation as the best lawyer in the city, the kind of look that told him I would beat the s**t out of him if he didn’t go the f**k away. It wasn’t an empty threat. Something had ignited in me, something primal and raw. Something that made me want to protect this woman, and not let anyone touch her except for me. The man scurried back to his friend, like the rat that he was, and I turned back to the girl. “You okay?” I asked her. “I’m fine.” Up close, she was even more gorgeous than I’d first thought. Her skin was smooth and creamy, and I had an image of her down on her knees, my d**k exploding on her, my c*m splashing all over her face. She was probably five-eight or five-nine, but I was six-three, and I towered over her. She seemed small and delicate next to me, and I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat until I left marks. “What were you drinking?” I asked her instead. “Um, vodka and cranberry.” She blushed. She was cute when she blushed. I wanted her to turn around so I could get another look at her ass. I reached my hand up and motioned for the cocktail waitress, then ordered two Manhattans. “Oh, no” the girl tried. “I’ll just have a – ” “It’s good to try new things,” I said, cutting her off. “I try new things.” Her tone was defensive, leading me to believe that she didn’t try new things. Those who were adventurous didn’t feel the need to run around advertising how adventurous they were. She was still blushing and she glanced down shyly. Jesus, I needed to spank her until that nice ass of hers was raw and aching. I let my eyes run up her body, lingering on her t**s. They probably looked even bigger once she didn’t have a bra on, once her n*****s were nice and hard, once I’d sucked them until they were raw. She shifted on her chair. I loved that I was making her uncomfortable. Loved that her p***y was probably wet.