Monster 3

Angela

I knew I looked good. I didn’t need the appreciative looks from every guy that walked past my sunlounger to tell me that. But it was always nice to have people stare, even the bratty girlfriends who glared at me were rewarded with a smile.

I could afford to be nice to people. On the surface anyway. I was on holiday and had just spent the night with a man who had literally blown my world apart. More than once.

Even the memory of his tongue against my inner thighs had me squirming. Jesus, he sure knew what he was doing. It was just a shame that I hadn’t caught his name.

Throwing back my head, I laughed, drawing even more attention to myself. Who was I kidding? Not knowing his name was part of the fun. He would always be the mysterious man I had shacked up with in Vegas, the one with the magic tongue and the monster dick. I didn’t need to know his name because I was never going to see him again.

And that was exactly how I liked it.

Nights like the one I had spent with him were