Once the bakery had no other patrons, I went up to the counter to get a refill, it was go time. “Good morning Blair, how was your weekend?” I asked her to start off.Gotta ease our way into this.
She gave me a warm smile, “It was nice and quiet, justmeandered around town. What about yours?”
Lonely and devoid of life and warmth without you.“Always the same, calm and quiet. I worked on my project car.”
“Oh that is super cool you can work on cars! Is that what you do for work?” she beams at me.My heart.
“Since no one is here, do you have a moment to spare to sit with me and I can answer your question?” I hoped she would say yes.
“Yes of course, that should be no problem!” She walks over to the table where I was sitting. I slide into the booth and pat the seat next to me, smiling up at her. She blushes as she moves in, sitting down. “Thanks,” she whispers.
I can feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her overwhelming my senses, with hints of lily of the valley assaulting me– sweet, slightly floral, and fresh. This is the closest I have been to her and my instincts are going haywire. It would be too easy to lean over and kiss her.
“Asmodeus,” she whispers.Shit,I hope I wasn’t being creepy. I internally groan at my lack of self control already with this woman. I sneak a peek at her, expecting to find disgust written all over her face, instead she looks bashful, with a rosy tint to her cheeks and a cute smile to match.
I clear my throat, embarrassed as hell, “sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be rude. I was stuck in my head there for a moment. Is it okay if I can be forthright with you?” She nods her head.
I blew out the biggest breath, this was either going to implode in my face or be the best impulse decision. “I know you’re new in town, but I find you riveting. You have an intense effect on me, and I can’t seem to keep my distance from you. I would love nothing more than to spend my timewith you,” I murmured, kicking myself mentally for how strong I was coming on and how I sounded a tad bit obsessed with her.
“I was wondering if maybe you would like to exchange numbers with me and get to know each other on a more personal level?” I look over to get a read on her: she’s fidgeting in the seat, her cheeks a deep red.
She gives her head a jerky nod, “y-yea,” she blows out a breath and awkwardly laughs. “Sorry, it’s been awhile… Your words took me by surprise,” her voice breathless.
Fuck, she was awkward and cute. The way hints of scarlet painted her cheeks, sent a tingle down my spine. I wanted nothing more in this moment than to pick her up, set her on my lap, and start rubbing her back or give her a bear hug, giving her comfort and reassurance. Or better yet maybe kisses and light petting. Just the thought of touching her creamy skin and curvy body made my cock pulse beneath my pants.
I could be patient, I mean I have already waited over 200 years, what’s another couple of months, or maybe weeks. Okay let’s be honest, it was going to be days. I was already too far gone and past the point of no return. Ineededher more than anything.
“Well, now that we got that out of the way, let me answer your question.” I twist towards her, giving her my attention. “Yes, I do work on cars. Not a full-time thing though. I do more custom and specialty work. It was a hobby that turned into something more, I suppose.”
“That is so cool! Do you have your own business or something like that?” she enthusiastically asks.
“Yeah, I do. I run the operation from my property. I built agarage to do the work in. The nice thing is, I am my own boss and make my own schedule.” I proudly state.Which means more time for you.
She nods her head, “ahh, that makes sense why you can spend a lot of time here,” a sparkle in her eye.
I laugh,such a brat.“The coffee and pastries are a nice added bonus.” I wink at her. She rolls her eyes at me, even though I can see I made her smile and blush again.
She studies me for a minute or two before the door to the bakery opens and a customer comes in. She waves at them “Hi good morning! I will be right with you.” She looks over at me and smiles, “sorry I gotta go. Maybe we can continue this chat later.” She stands up, pulls a pen and paper out of her pocket. She scribbles something down real quick and slides it over to me. I look down and it’s her phone number. “Thought you might need it, just in case,” she smiles and waves at me as she walks back to the front counter to help the customer.
I look down at the small piece of paper again, surprised she gave me her phone number. My heart gallops, beyond elated. I blow a deep breath out, trying to get a hold of myself. It would probably be weird for me to sit here until her shift was over. I forced myself to get out of the booth and walk towards the door, waving goodbye before I left. I walked to my truck, opened the door, and got in. I sat there for another minute or two, contemplating whether or not I should text her now so she has my number right away, or would that look desperate? I could at least put her phone number in my contacts. I took my phone out of my pocket and put her name and number in.
Might as well go home and get some work done, let’s give her a little bit of time and I will text her this afternoon. Inod to myself in agreement; just enough time to not seem obsessed, but still showing her my interest.
I put the truck in reverse and backed out of the space. I throw the vehicle in drive and speed home. The scent of her permeates the air around me. Was it her natural scent or a perfume she wore that smelled like lily of the valley flowers? When she was sitting next to me, it took everything I had not to pull her onto my lap and bury my head in her curls and neck. I groan, my cock starts to harden again.
I sped all the way home, probably breaking a couple of traffic laws, but the bulge in my pants only grew, becoming a full-fledged hard-on by the time I got home. I couldn’t wait any longer. Walking straight to the couch, I shoved my pants down, squeezing my cock as I sat down, precome already leaking from my tip. A moan escapes me as my head falls back against the couch, my eyes closing shut, letting my imagination run wild.
She’s in the bakery all by herself. I let myself in through the front door, locking it behind me. I find her bent over a table, wiping it off. Her jeans hugging her luscious ass and thighs. I close in behind her, wrapping my hand around her throat and my other hand cupping between her thighs. She leans her head back against my chest as I run my tongue along the curve of her neck.
I snap out of my fantasy for a moment, feeling a tad bit remorseful. The need to rut and breed her fills my veins. I’m unbearably horny for her, precome coats my hand and abs, fisting my cock with ease. My balls are heavy and full.This is bad. I shouldn’t be doing this. Stroke, stroke, stroke.Howinconsiderate of me.Stroke, stroke, stroke.God I want to bust all over her, marking her as mine.
I rip off her jeans, finding out she’s not wearing any panties. “Such a naughty girl I see,” I say as I dip my fingers between her pussy lips, spearing them inside her. I bend her over the table so her chest is against the top. My fingers pump in and out of her entrance. I bend my fingers to ensure the right angle, making her walls squeeze, begging for my cock.
Rut, claim, breed.
Fu–uck, a loud guttural moan escapes me as I shoot my load all over my chest and stomach. I stay that way for a moment, catching my breath.I can’t believe that happened.I’ve never had a visceral reaction like this to anyone before. With my cock still rock hard and come all over myself, I reach down in my pants to grab my phone. I take my phone out to send Blair a message:
Me: Hey, It's Asmodeus. Did you make it home okay?
