Page 16 of Doggy Style

Yessi

As my car races down the street, I try to process what just happened. Did Preston Evans really invite me to Hawai’i? And even worse, did I just say no?

Of course, I did. I’m a responsible, rational, and practical woman. I don’t even know the guy.

Well, actually, that’s not true.

I hate to admit it, but I know way more than I should about Preston Evans. I wouldn’t say I’ve stalked him per se, but it’s true that I follow him on Instagram. And Snapchat. Images flood my mind of him posing shirtless in Ibiza, his muscles glistening from the saltwater, his huge tattooed arms flexing for the camera, his incredibly defined abs shining in the sunlight. Just picturing his body makes me want to drop to my knees and suck his cock.

Speaking of his cock, it’s as perfect as its owner. It’s been screenshot and posted everywhere. Long, thick, and juicy.

And that video of his? Damn. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t watched it. Initially, it was due to morbid curiosity on my part. His ex, Kira Morgan, is a reality superstar and a celebrity yoga instructor. She’s also absolutely stunning. But despite her star power, Preston definitely stole the show. He’s a dirty-talker—dominant and delicious. Though the snap was only ten seconds, an extended version was leaked to all major porn sites. Usually, I detest porn, so instead, I indulge in erotica. The men in the porn I’d previously watched were always so vile, disrespectful, and self-centered, not caring if the women they were with got off, so long as they got theirs.

But not Preston.

What turned me on most wasn’t the voyeuristic aspect. No, it was the way he fucked her. It wasn’t like any other porn I’ve ever seen. Or any sex I’ve ever experienced. As cocky as Preston was, he was one hundred percent about Kira. Fully focused on her pleasure, and in absolutely no rush at all. He was determined to make her come—which she did—again and again. Hell, I’ll never admit it to him, but he’s already been responsible for one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

And damn, that boy ate her pussy like a champ. Still, it was so much more than that—he looked at her like he loved her like she was the only woman in the world for him. I think back to earlier tonight when he told Gidget’s bastard owner that he had loved Kira. The tabloids reported he had dumped her after the release of the video, furious she had gone behind his back and exploited their personal life for her quest for fame. But who knows if that’s even true?

All I know is that when I watched his video, I wondered what it would be like to have a man look at me the way Preston looked at her. No one’s ever looked at me like that before. Envy consumed me when I watched him fuck her. I wanted to be Kira.

But I’m nothing like that fame whore.

I grab my phone and dial Avril.

“Hello?”

“Hey. You won’t believe what happened to me.”

“Oh god, no. What did you do? Did you save another Chi? You’d better not say you did, because I might literally have to kill you in that case.”

“No, no. Not that. I was driving down Main Street, and I saw Doggy Style. Like, the lights in the signs were gleaming, beckoning people to buy these puppy mill dogs. And I don’t know what happened, Avril. I lost it. I pulled over and handcuffed myself to the door.”

She lets out a laugh. “Good for you. Did you get arrested? Am I your one phone call?”

Wouldn’t be the first time. “No. It was even worse.”

“What’s worse than getting arrested?”

“Meeting Preston Evans.”

A squeal radiates through the phone. “Oh my god, shut up, girl! Is he even hotter in person? Did you fuck him? Tell me you fucked him.”

“What the fuck, Avril? No, I didn’t fuck him. We hate him, remember? Just a few hours ago you were talking about burning down his store, and now you want to know how hot he is?”

“I didn’t say I think he’s a good person. But he’s literally the hottest man ever. Have you seen his video? Forget his war medals; he should get a gold medal for fucking.”

I shake my head. Avril is always down to fuck. I wish I had her confidence and her game. She could stroll into a bar and walk up to the hottest man, and straight-up ask him to go home with her without a second thought. And she never gets attached, though they all fall in love with her. All the while I sit at the bar drinking all night, drowning my sorrows, and whining to the bartender.

“Well, to answer your question, yes, he’s gorgeous, even hotter in person. He kind of has this Elvis Presley meets Zac Efron vibe going on. But he’s an arrogant prick.” I pause, still in shock from what he has asked me. Even more shocked that I said no like an idiot. “And get this, he invited me to go to Hawai’i with him the day after tomorrow for the pet expo.”

Avril squeals. “Shut up! You bitch! Why does this shit never happen to me?”

“This shit always happens to you. You get more tail than anyone I know.”

“True, but not with guys like Preston Evans. Please tell me you said yes.”

“Of course I told him no. I would never do something like that. You know me.”