Vanni: A Prequel (Groupie Book 4) Read Online Free Page A

holding them back.
    I learned this lesson when I was sixteen. Like I told you before, my aunt insisted that I provide services in the community. One summer I mowed the lawn for a thirty-something single mom just down the way. This was just after my last growth spurt, when I stood about a foot taller than the rest of the kids in my class. I wore my stubble proudly, and strutted with all the confidence of a man.
    It only took three weeks for her to turn me into one. Over that summer, she taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a woman. Through her I learned all about multiple orgasms and cunnilingus and g-spots. She had all sorts of toys and was never shy about teaching me how to use them.
    I went to the tenth grade a changed man. Not only could I get a sexy, grown woman, I could make her scream. Regularly.
    Now, with Lori writhing under me, arching her hips towards my face as she unsuccessfully tries to muffle her cries of pleasure, all I can say is: Thank you, Myra .
    I love everything about sex. I love the sounds, the smells, the tastes, the exploration. The minute our clothes come off, I’m excited to see what new things we could discover about each other. Lori tastes like honey on my tongue, I spiral in lazy circles until she’s begging me to stop teasing her. “I want you inside me, Vanni,” she pants.
    I wear a smile as I climb up her body, kissing her sweet-smelling skin as I go. I latch onto one tightly puckered nipple as I slam myself inside her. She gasps hard against me before she grabs a handful of my hair. It shoots volts down my spine. I love it when women lose control. I love it when they take control.
    Most of all, I love how tightly she wraps herself around me, pulling me in tightly where I love to go.
    I bite my lip before I say something dirty. Myra loved it, but girls like Lori are sweet, nice girls. They didn’t want to hear me tell them that I love shoving my big hard cock inside them.
    These are the girls you make love to.
    These are the girls you marry.
    That’s my thought as I come hard, as if my body understands what kind of decision it’s making for me. Of all the variables in front of me as I face a new birthday, this life decision I can wrap up tight with a huge, happy bow. I gather her close in my arms to catch my breath, feeling her body continue to quiver all around me as she gently drifts back down to earth.
    If I ever wanted to order a wife, Lori has a lot of green checkmarks already in her favor. She is a devout Catholic, which means Aunt Susan loves her. She comes from a large, Irish-American family that instilled in her a strong work ethic and ambition to see things through. Hardworking, moral, faithful and ambitious? Check, check, check, check.
    She is everything a guy could want, all in one sexy package. I kinda like the fact that most guys pass her over when she walks into the room, so quiet and unassuming. It’s like I alone have solved the riddle. I alone discovered the treasure. One day people would look at her and think, “How did she land a rock star?”
    And I alone would know the secret.
    I honestly can’t wait to see her backstage at one of my concerts. She’ll wait patiently for me to dominate the crowd and win over legions of fans. Rag mags would write about my longtime sweetheart, while groupies gnashed their teeth, waiting for the chance to get me into bed.
    Only it would never come. Lori is the kind of woman that demands better of me, and I have been waiting for a girl like that for a long, long time. I’d keep myself true. She is much too perfect to lose.
    I break our kiss to stare down into her face. “I’m the luckiest guy on earth.”
    She smiles happily. “Remember that.”
    “I’ll never forget,” I promise, bending for another kiss, repeating the word ‘never’ over and over again.
    This time she pulls away. “You really mean that, Vanni?”
    “Of course. How can you question it?”
    She clearly mulls something over as she toys with