Well, because she came in her car, which means she is expecting to stay. Alright then. I get us the drinks and bring in a mixer in case she wants it but she downs a shot, making me arch a brow.
“Can you tell me anything about it, or what I’m getting myself involved in.”
“You don’t believe in beating about the bush do you, Cherry,” I turn sideways so I’m facing her.
“Life’s too short,” she replies. “I’m not saying I expect anything,” she quickly adds. “I’m nervous about this.”
“Do I scare you?” I ask bluntly.
“No,” she replies. “Maybe I should be scared, but I’m not. Not of you.”
“You should be scared. I won’t lie, Cherry. I’m not going to tell you anything about the club. That is the way it is in my world. And I’m the President, so I’m pulled into everything, night and day. The club will always come first.”
Taylor chews on her lip and looks down into her empty glass. This is the right thing to do. Scaring her wasn’t in my plan tonight, I was fully on board with fucking her all night. It tells me everything I need to know about my feelings about Taylor.
Any other woman and I’d happily have used her body to get what I want. She’s different and should be pushed away.
I’m broken out of my thoughts by Taylor leaning forward to set her glass down on the coffee table. My heart sinks for some stupid reason. This is for the best. She takes my glass, and I lift my eyes back to her as she stands up and steps in front of me. I shift back so I’m facing her as she nudges my knee so she can step between my legs.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what she is doing but I stay tightlipped. Her hands move to the tie at her waist and she undoes the bow, letting her wrap dress fall open.
Fucking hell, all I can see is a tiny scrap of transparent fabric between her thighs, I can see the neat patch of hair and my mouth starts to water.
She slips the dress from her shoulders and it pools at her feet. It’s taking great fucking restraint not to touch her, but this is her moment.
My chin tilts upwards so I can watch her face as she unclips the bra. It’s front fastening which I’ve never seen before and shit do I like it, because it opens up like a fucking gift, her tits spilling out of it. She stretches her arms back to let the straps fall down to the floor behind her, jutting her amazing tits towards my face with the motion.
The only thing I move are my eyes as they lower down the perfection of her body. Her hands slip into the side of the elastic at her waist and she pushes it down, stepping out of them one foot at a time. It reminds me of the strippers at the club but I brush that thought away fast.
Taylor is nothing like those women. She isn’t doing this to impress me, or to gain clout for having stripped for or fucked the President. She’s never once called me Nero, like those women who don’t even know my real name.
I’m not a good man. My head is telling me to make her dress and go, instead I reach out and put a hand on her hip bone. She shivers from the touch as she watches me glide it down over her outer thigh, feeling the silky soft warmth of her skin.
She lets out a small gasp when I trail it back up the inside and ghost over her pussy, not dipping inside, just a featherlight touch across her clit, and up her stomach. When I reach the underside of her tit, she moans. It’s time to test her.
I sit back and pull the sweats over my ass, tossing them aside. Taylor’s eyes fall on my rock hard cock and I wrap a hand around it to get some fucking relief from how painfully hard it is. When I look back up at her, she reads the question in my eyes, and responds how I want. By dropping to her knees.
For a second, it crosses my mind to get her a pillow, but I’m not that nice. She leans forward and brushes my hand away, replacing it with her much smaller one, but her grip is strong and I hiss as she strokes me. It’s fucking torture watching her as she works her hand up and down.
I’m about to shove her head over my cock when she looks up at me.
“Can I taste you?” she asks, looking everything like the sweet and innocent girl I know she isn’t.
It makes my balls tighten, those words in that seductive voice.
“Get those cherry lips wrapped around my cock before I lose my fucking mind.”
She smiles then bends forward and takes the head in between her lips, sucking and licking it like a lollipop. It’s nice and all but not what I want right now. Placing a hand on the back of her head I push her down. She obliges me without complaint swallowing down half my cock. I keep pushing and she gags but doesn’t stop, her hand wrapping around the base.
Now she knows what I want, I loosen my grip, and she bobs up and down, taking me in further, moving faster. My head tips back on the couch and I stare up at the ceiling as she works my cock. Fuck, she is good at this. Her hand slips between my legs and cups my balls, making me thrust up and further into her throat.
She chokes and pulls back a little. I’m tempted to tell her not to fucking stop, but she goes back to licking and squeezing me. Just watching her is making me fucking hot. I reach down her back and stroke her ass, pulling her forward so I can tease my fingers between her crack.
Taylor moans and spreads her legs, making it easier for me to dip inside her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I ground out as she swallows me down deep again. I can barely take this anymore. I’d love to fill her throat with my cum but I’d much prefer to be inside that sweet cunt when I do.
I take her shoulders and push her back. She almost stumbles when I get up and grab her under the arms and lift her, then without warning throw her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I grab a handful of her ass and march out of the room, up the stairs and into my bedroom.
