Will Pucking Ledger

WILL PUCKING LEDGER Copyright © 2023 by Remi Fox All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS Prologue 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 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 More Fourteeners BONUS Chapter About the Author PROLOGUE WILL "I knew they called you legend for a reason," the redhead coos. The woman has stripped free of everything except a pair of super sexy high heels. She swirls her finger around the wet tip as she lowers down to her knees on the tile floor of the locker room. She makes sure to rub her tits over the tip as she makes her way down. Her jaw opens wide to take me inside. "That cock of yours is fucking legendary," the blonde whispers loudly in my ear. She slowly drags her tongue along my shoulders and down my back while her hands grab at my firm ass. My muscles tense beneath her lips. "I'm next," she says. I'm good with that. Red hair shades my erection as the woman wraps her hands around my thighs and pulls me against her. Her luscious lips make quick work of the rigid shaft before taking me in even deeper. I let out a guttural groan. While the woman on her knees brings me closer to the edge, my fingers get busy inside of the third woman. She grabs at her breasts as her head drops back in pleasure. Her long brown hair cascades over her bare shoulders. I reach out with my free hand and tug a lock of her hair. She cries out. "Fuck yeah, ONE ADDIE The obnoxious buzz of my alarm clock rings through the room. I really need to invest in one of those fancy models that wakes you up by mimicking the sun rising. Maybe after my first paycheck, I'll treat myself to one. A paycheck, what a thrilling thought. After college and a low-paid public relations internship, I'm chomping at the bit to deposit that first check—although I guess that rite of passage is more figurative now. Everyone uses direct deposit. I'll admit, it's way more convenient to have money magically appear in your checking account, but just this once, just the first one, I'd really like the symbolic gesture of scribbling my name on the endorsement line and instructing the teller behind the counter to "deposit this, please." Do banks even have tellers anymore? Or have they gone the way of milkmen and other obsolete jobs? No, I'm not old enough to have ever seen a milkman, but I've heard tales. My mind is a wandering circus this morning. Back to the alarm clock issue. A gentle brightening of the room sounds way better than the traditional buzzer. I can't believe I let the annoying thing ring throughout that entire mental tangent. I really am not myself this morning. I scrub my hands over my face before reaching over and smacking the top of