Page 1 of Cookies and Cream

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TROUBLE FOR ONE NIGHT

SIMON

“Are you sure you’re not drunk? I don’t take advantage of women.”

The beautiful woman in front of me doesn’t look drunk or act drunk, but we are in Vegas, so people tend to get a little wild. And although I expected Vegas to be crazy, I didn’t anticipate a dual bachelor and bachelorette party to be so much fun. I’m an old-school guy, where the women go out and do girly shit like wear sashes and crowns and play games, and men go to strip clubs.

However, having a bunch of people meet up to party in another city isn’t as bad as it initially sounded to me. Especially when you have a group of grown-ass people willing to have fun and let loose.

I especially love that my best friend Zane and his fiancé decided to have their joint party out of town because I finally had a reason to take a mini vacation and have some fun, drink a little, and chase some tail.

Speaking of which. The woman in front of me has one of the nicest asses I have ever seen, but when she stumbles slightly I frown.

“Again, are you good?” I ask again, grabbing her arm to steady her.

It might be those high ass heels and not the alcohol that has her teetering, but I want to be sure.

“I’m not drunk. It’s these damned stilettos. Are you drunk?”She sassily kicks off the shoes, looks me up and down, and bites her lip.

Damn, this woman is sexy! Her voice is like a siren’s call because the sound has my dick rock hard.

“No, I’m good. Since we’ve established that we’re both sober, how about you tell me your name,” I state with a cocked eyebrow.

She gave me some bullshit club name, but for some reason I want to know her real name. Besides, I have no problem with one-night stands, but I still like to get the woman’s name. Even if I may not remember it later. I mean, I’m not a creep, but I am a hound. I love women, and women love me. I make no apologies or excuses.

“I told you to call me Cookie. Now, are you going to fuck me like you promised, or should I get my rose?”

She licks her lips as her brown gaze rakes over my body from head to toe. I can’t help but grin at how bold she’s being. I watched her from the time I spotted her at the club. She was turning down advances left and right. I thought she was shy until I flirted with her, and she returned the gesture.

“Baby, there is no way I’m letting you use a vibrator when you got the real thing right here.” I spread my arms wide and give her a wink.

She chuckles as I slowly walk toward her. I unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I step out of my boots and unbuckle my belt and let it hang loose because I want her hands on me in the worst way.

“Do you need some help with that?” She meets me halfway and pulls the belt from the loops of my jeans. I smile down at her when she unbuttons and unzips my pants.

Cookie definitely doesn’t look like the usual women that I bring home. Not that I have a specific type. But I’m an owner of a bar, Taters and Beer, and the barflies that usually come my way don’t have the sophistication or the worldliness that Cookie exudes.

I can tell she’s a woman that’s about her business, and tonight she’s about me. I usually like to get down to the nitty gritty with my ladies, but I have the urge to take it slow with Cookie. Even though she’s made it clear that this is a one-night thing. I still want to savor her like a feast put in front of a starving man.

Cookie’s small hands reach inside my jeans and grip my dick. She drops to her knees and softly tugs my shaft while looking up at me through her long lashes. “Ohhh, I knew you gave big dick energy. Umm.”

“I got a feeling you’re gonna be trouble. Sssss,” I hiss out when her grip gets firmer, and she moves her hand faster.

“Trouble for one night isn’t bad, right?”

Before I can answer, her hot mouth is wrapped around my dick. She sucks it down until it hits the back of her throat.

“Fuck! That feels… shit!” I growl and start to pump my hips.

She takes my cock out of her mouth and licks the tip. “Umm. Yes, fuck my mouth. I want you to do all the nasty shit you threatened.”

“You sure about that? Cause I make promises, not threats.”

“I’m sure I can handle you,” Cookie purrs.

“That my dear, sounds like a challenge.” I cock my eyebrow at the sexy woman on her knees in front of me, but she simply smiles with twinkling eyes.