THE PLAYER E-Book

DENIS DANIEL

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Jacob Radford or known as Jake is a rich comfortable playboy who sleeps with a different girl every night. He has a good job and he loves his life. He doesn't seem to want anything else in his life and this is the best time of his life. He meets his match on one night and he can't seem to forget this girl. 

He likes the girl and she can't get out of his head. But he doesn't remember her name or know anything about her. He doesn't know how to find her or if he was willing to fall in love with a woman.

Even if he finds this woman can she love him? Can he love her? Can he let go of his old habits and accept love at last?

Leseprobe

DENIS DANIEL

THE PLAYER

RADFORD BROTHERS BOOK 1

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TITLE PAGE

THE PLAYER

RADFORD BROTHERS BOOK 1

BY DENIS DANIEL

Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21; RACHEL POV 

CHAPTER 22; THE SAINT INTRO

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 1

ONE NIGHT STAND,

She pushed me against the wall. ‘Whoa’ I thought, this was not what I expected from her. Then she stood there looking at me with wild fire in her eyes. When I picked her at the bar she seemed shy, unsure and humble. The kind of girls that I always go gentle with, but with this I didn’t think being gentle with her was the way to go.

I attempted to approach her but she pushed me back against the wall. She jumped on me and kissed me wildly, it was almost animalistic. By the time she pulled away my heart almost stopped. But she was not the first wild animal I had to tame.

I grabbed her face and kissed her hungrily then pulled the blouse off her body, and detached her bra just as quickly. She was surprised for a second but I didn’t give her time to think. I focused my attention on her chest leaned in, suck on her prominent nipples deep and hard. Her tits were so small and pointy, for a second I almost thought she was a teenager.

“Mmmh.” She moaned and pushed my head against her chest.

There was no talking with me when it comes to these moments. I was more into action, so I kissed her while I unzipped her skirt. Damn, this was one curvy girl and the lace panties made it even harder for me to focus. I was so hard I felt like my dick was going to rip through my pants. But, as my rule goes; the lady comes first. I had no time to take her to the bedroom, I had to have her right there in the living room. Guiding her slowly to the black leather couch, I lowered her down and slithered my hand to her hips.

Tugging off her panties at a teasingly slow sensual movement. I paused to gaze at her lying there naked with her legs spread wide. Struck by her beauty in the glow from the city lights that poured in from the window, I found myself staring at her perfect form for several seconds longer than I had intended. As she was lying there completely exposed, I could truly appreciate the stunning details that had been hidden in the dim light of the bar when I first saw her. Her long brunette hair curled down to her shoulders with a hint of purple at the tips. Her eyes the color cinnamon that were perfectly accented by black eyeliner.

My attention was held on her mouth for a moment as she bit her lip with a playful smile the deep red shade of lipstick complimenting her smooth, tan skin. But my gaze drifted down further to take in her incredible form silhouetted in the moonlight. Though her chest was on the smaller side, it suited her slender frame and only added to her sensual appeal.

She had a delicate build which is why I had originally thought this encounter was going to be much gentler, though I could quite happily say my assumption was being proven wrong. Her thin waist curved out into voluptuous hips that had filled out her skirt entirely too well. I couldn’t stop thinking about just how much I wanted to wrap my hands around them and pulled her close. She kept her long, slender legs spread apart, draped over the couch like an invitation. No, from the way she was looking at me it wasn’t an invitation; it was a demand.

She looked at me with intense desire and I knew what she wanted, but before that I had to make her come first. I got on my knees there before her and slowly licked my way down her body. I loved the way she lifted herself up when I got close to her part. I teased her a little getting my tongue just close enough but not completely there.

“Please,” she moaned hungrily.

I licked her softly and the sound she made and the way she moved her hand over my head was what I was aiming for. I licked and sucked her clit intensely until I made sure she came over my mouth. When I lifted my head she was breathing heavily and the smile was most satisfying.

“I think someone is over dressed.” She said and reached over to me then kissed me and moved to my neck while unbuttoning my shirt. She was smoother now and slower. I let her undress me as she took my clothes off one article at a time, feeling her lips against my neck and shoulder, her fingers working the buttons and zipper at a deliberate, tempting pace. She looked at me with satisfaction like this was exactly what she was expecting.

I knew how to take care of myself and I knew what girls were looking for, so that was not surprising to me. There wasn’t many things that I cared about, just my real estate job and my body.

She looked at my dick with wide eyes and said excitedly, “I want to taste it.”

“Ok.” It wasn’t what I expected but I never planned how the night will go.

She got on her knees and crawled towards me, and that was hot as hell. She licked from my balls to the tip of my dick. I normally last very long but with the way this girl was treating me I didn’t know if I would hold it for long. Slowly, she got me deep down her throat and pulled out. She looked me in the eyes with a lustful desire, craving to taste me as she sucked every inch of me again and again.

“Whoa. If you keep doing that I’m going to come.” I had to admit. Tilting my head back eyes closed, I felt her tongue on my cock and her mouth moving with an extraordinary precision. She was so good that I almost lost my bearings and had to brave myself against the couch.

My cock was so hard at that moment and I was getting very close to coming with every deep stroke she made with her mouth.

Quickly, I lifted her up and bent her over. There was no way I was going to come before feeling her vagina. I teased her clit with my dick a little before pushing my cock deep within her, and she was super wet. Slowly, I moved it deep in her. She moaned and lifted her right leg on the couch so I could get my cock deeper.

She was super tight and wet, which wasn’t helping my situation. To refrain myself from coming at that very moment, I pressed myself into her slowly and intently then, increased the pace and got my cock deeper in her. The pressure increased and she got tighter and tighter with every thrust. I held long enough until she came and I exploded deep in her. And this was how my night normally ends but I wasn’t really done with this one yet.

I took her to my bedroom for more exploration. She pushed me over to the bed and approached me slowly. I never met a woman so controlling before, but I liked it. She knew what she wanted. She stroked me slowly getting me hard instantly. Then, she plunged me deep down her throat and I had to pull myself away from her because somehow this woman knew just how to drive me over the edge. I met many girls over the years but she had to be on the top three of the best sex I ever had.

She put me back in her mouth and sucked deep and slow. “Damn woman. You going to drive me nuts,” I admitted again with my eyes closed. I gripped her hair in ecstasy, my muscles tensing as I pushed my cock in her mouth even deeper.

This was very unusual for me, the women were the ones who told me those words, not me saying them to a woman.

Without saying a word she got on top of me and stuck my cock inside her and started riding it. She moaned and moved faster with every stroke. I never knew someone could bounce on a dick that well. She went on and on without stopping.

“You have to come baby,” I said to her since I was super close to coming myself, again.

In response to my comment she pressed her hips down harder and took me further inside her. I could feel her dripping down my cock, and manifestation of her desire got me even harder and closer to coming.

I never come before a lady so I held and that got me really turned on, I never felt like this before. When she finally did and I released, I’d never come as hard in my life as that night. I felt like my cock was going to get ripped from it.

She panted and looked down at me with a cocky, satisfied smile. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs as I caught my breath, still riding high with ecstasy from the climax. She leaned forward to kiss me and I felt myself slip out of her slowly, suppressed a moan from the sensitivity caused by her movement while her lips danced with mine.

Our bodies remained pressed together with her straddling me for what felt like several long moments before she rolled off onto her side. I could tell exhaustion was beginning to take both of us; she gazed over at me sleepily with those enchanting brown eyes and her lips curled into a small playful grin that told me she knew exactly how good she was.

Normally, I would’ve had something smooth or clever to say but my mind had gone completely blank, too in raptured by her to think of anything witty to end the night with. Instead I simply slipped my arm beneath her and pulled her close to my chest, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as I drifted content to a deep slumber.

CHAPTER 2

That night was insane and I did not think it was going to end the way it did. Normally, when I meet with a girl and bring her to my place the next morning I forget about her instantly. This was actually the first girl that got stuck on my mind. I meet lots of pretty girls, her prettiness didn’t concern me but her personality. May be, yes her pretty looks had something to do with it but that didn’t intrigue me as much.

I stretched my hand over to the other side of the bed to snuggle her close to me. Instead my hand fell on a vacated pillow. I opened my eyes to look around to see if she went to the bathroom or was just standing by the window looking at the sunrise. Yah, I made sure my apartment had a good view of the city and beautiful sunrise. She wasn’t there, on her place instead there was a note scribed roughly and curtly.

“I let myself out. Don’t look around for me.” How did she know I’ll look around for her? I didn’t know. I didn’t even know her name.

Well, it’s not like she didn’t tell me her name, she did. I just never care about remembering their names since by morning I’ll be on my way and they’ll be on theirs. Except she wasn’t like those other girls. And by every second that passed by made her more and more different from those other girls.

When you are good looking like I do, not that I’m bragging; I’m just saying. And when you have a bunch of bills in your wallet, a good car and a good apartment, girls tend to want to stick around. Except for her. I couldn’t believe she just up and left like that.

I was always the one leaving girls in bed or trying to get them out of the bed, not the other way around. All this was very strange to me, and it tapped on my insecure part a little. Did she think I was shallow or did she just think wasn’t that good? I had to ask myself that. I never found myself questioning my skills before until now. And that was surprising coming from a guy who sleeps with different girls every other night.

I had to stop thinking about her though because I never do attachments. I did and went on with my day. I got ready for work which was a company in the middle of the city and I knew if kept lying there I was going to be late with all the traffic. I was working for this big real estate company which had project all over the city. It was worth about a hundred and something million dollars and I was their best agent. I never got a project that got me down, I guess I can say I’m good at my job. But let leave that behind, yes I was good at my job and I made good money from it but I wanted more, to be the branch manager or help my brother manage our bar.

It is unusual that I stopped drinking but I always liked to see how others enjoy to have a drink and take away their worries. My drug was sex and I wanted a lot of it. I never wanted love, just straight sex and that’s it. That’s why I never ask their names twice or their phone numbers, especially their phone numbers.

So, anyways, since I couldn’t work and manage the bar at the same time I partnered with my brother/best friend, Rad. His name is actually Gerard but he prefers to be called Rad. We lived in foster home together, and we became brothers the moment we met. I know he is my foster brother but I preferred to call him my best friend, because that is what he is to me. And he was the only other person apart from myself that I trusted or loved. Our foster parents were just drunk fucked up old people who preferred to make us their drug runners. I’ve been through a lot with that guy. He knows I can do a lot for him and he can do just as much for me.

When I arrived at work was all the same, trying to find new clients and get the best negotiations for the company. My job was the same routine that I could do in my sleep. It was just too easy for me. Until sometimes when you get one of those snobby rich people who think the world should bend when they walk. Those times I hate working.

After work I drop by the bar to meet with Rad and check the progress of the business. That is only partly true, yes the bar was doing great. It has been doing great for years now, it stopped needing my funding a while ago now it was making actual profit. And in a few years we will be counting our first million in the bank account of our business.

The bar was slightly away from the city, on the edge between the middle of the city and out to the suburbs. It was like the bridge between two parts of the city. People from two different parts of the city meeting to have some fun on a Friday night or weekend.

The other reason why I always go to the bar was that it was the best place to pick my favorite girls. And lately that has been the only reason I always go there. Rad didn’t need my help to run it anymore, he could do everything by himself now. Besides he had couple workers and an assistant. His assistant was this cute country girl and if it weren’t for Rad who warned me very clearly not to touch her, I definitely would’ve caught her in my trap a long time ago.

To tell the truth I think he is into her he just didn’t know how to tell her. You see I’m good with women but Rad sucks at it and I always tease him with that. But then again he always refused my help to connect him with girls, so I leave him alone until the day he decides to change his mind.

I was at the bar drinking my juice cocktail. I haven’t tried a drop of alcohol in seventeen years, this was my special drink that Kate makes only for me, Rad’s assistant. I was looking around for my victim of the night to bring to my place and have a little fun. Don’t get me wrong I’ll never take any girl against her own will. I’ll never do that, ever. I meant one of those girls who liked to get laid with a handsome guy on a one night stand. Without all the promises of forever or relationship or anything related to that.

CHAPTER 3

The night was slow and the band didn’t help, it was just super boring. So I just sat there at the counter with a couple guys who were drinking like they didn’t want to wake up tomorrow. But, they sure were having fun on their own way.

“Hey bro. Kate didn’t tell me you were already here.” Rad said coming from the storage room behind the bar.

“I didn’t want her to tell you. How is everything here?” I said casually making a conversation.

“Well, things here are doing great. The question is how everything is with you?” he looked at me with that speculating stare like he noticed something was up with me.

“What do you mean?” I had to ask since even I didn’t know if there was something different with me.

“You seem off. Did someone piss you off at work or something?” he poured a whisky for a guy next to me without even looking at the glass. He was fully concentrated on me, I don’t know if he was expecting me to pour my heart out to him or what. But he knew I never do pouring my heart out to anyone. Yes, he always tell me everything that goes on with him even his personal things, and I always try not to discourage him from telling me everything. I wasn’t very good at opening myself up to people, I just couldn’t do it.

“Nothing happened. Nothing out of the ordinary that I know of,” I said shrugging my shoulders showing him he had nothing to worry about.