“Holy fuck, you’ve been blessed by the penis gods.”
“That’s a hell of a compliment,” I say, stepping out of my pants and boxer briefs.
“And soon,I’mabout to be blessed by the penis gods… throughyou.” Her lips twist. “I hope, anyway.”
I stare down at her on her knees in front of me. “You hope?”
“Size doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know how to use that rocket between your legs. Trust me, been there, done that.”
I can’t tell if this is part of the act or something she’s experienced. There’s a fucked-up part of me that wants to believe I’m about to rock her world in a way Chett never could.
“You have a mouth on you, little girl,” I say. “Keep it up and I’ll find a good way to make use of it that doesn’t involve you talking.”
“Promises, promises.”
I shake my head.
With a grin stretching from ear to ear, she stands up, grabs my shirt and suit jacket, sashays to a chair in the corner of the room and folds them carefully into place, all the while showcasing that beautiful ass.
In the short time we’ve lived together, she’s learned how much of a neat freak I am. And how much I appreciate that fine ass.
She returns to stand in front of me. “Can I touch you? Please.”
I nod.
She runs a finger down my V line and across my stomach.
I inhale a breath and clench my balls.
Her fingers resume their torture, gliding up the side of my body, caressing my chest, and scratching her fingernails over my nipples.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.
I grab hold of her hand and place it on my chest. “You’re getting me all worked up.”
Something flashes in her eyes. “Not that I know your age, but I’m guessing you’remucholder than me. If you need a minute to take your Viagra pills so you can get filled out a bit, I can wait.”
Slap!
“Yeep!”
“Listen, little girl, I can fuck you all night long without the need for a fucking pill. You’ll learn that the hard way when you wake up sore and bruised, and incapable of taking a step without remembering who broke you.”
“Can’t wait.” She rubs the sore spot.
I shake my head.
“If I promise to be good, can I keep touching you?”
“No funny business.”
“Promise.” Her hand is on me again, caressing my skin. “I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you’re masculine beautypersonified,” she says, as her finger traces a line between the column of my ab muscles. “I’m a little embarrassed because I don’t work out. You on the other hand… you’re as fit as a pro athlete. I have jiggly bits. All your bits are hard and muscular.”
“You’re embarrassed for having a knockout body?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
“I mean that.” I lean down and kiss her.
