“I don’t…I can’t let this weekend be the last time I see you.”
She makes a little whimpering sound and snuggles closer. “I don’t want this weekend to be the last time I see you, either, Barry.”
Relief sucker punches me.
It’s short-lived, though.
Because…what now? What comes next?
Do I ask her to come see me in my deserted cabin? Forty miles from civilization?
Do I ask this vibrant nineteen-year-old to change her life to suit mine?
To never leave my side again.
No, I can’t do that, can I?
“I could come to Vegas next weekend,” I suggest, not wanting to scare her. Not wanting to assume too much about how she feels. “We could get a hotel room…”
Her breathing slows.
She blinks rapidly.
I’m trying to decipher her reaction when she smiles suddenly. Like a feline.
Somehow, I know that reaction is telling. I’m just not sure in which way.
Good or bad?
Petra leans in close, perching her lips on top of mine while rubbing her pussy up and down my hard cock, slowly, slowly. “An overnight date? That’s going to cost you.” My brain is fuzz, so I don’t process her words. Not right away. And then I’m lost, because she kisses me, her tongue tangling with mine. “Although, you get a deep discount, don’t you, baby?” she whispers, riding me through my pants. “Because you make me come so hard.”
My head falls back on a moan when she starts to unbuckle my pants.
I should stop her. I should clarify what I meant.
This wouldn’t be a paid date, even if I would pay for everything.
I would be her boyfriend.
But maybe…paying is the only way to see her? Is that the reality? And I’ve been living in a fantasy land all weekend?
“You’ve controlled yourself so well today,” she purrs, delving her hand into my tuxedo pants to stroke me through my boxers.“How many hours did you spend wanting to put this inside of me?”
“All of them, princess,” I heave, raggedly. “Every minute. Every hour.”
“But you waited. Used your self-control, like I taught you.” I can’t believe my eyes or my good fortune when she slips down to her knees on the floor and begins kissing her way up my cockstand. “I think that deserves a nice reward.”
I throw a frantic glance toward the curtain.
She’s going to suck my dick right here and now? Where anyone could walk in?
When I look back down at the gorgeous princess kneeling in front of me and she shimmies her dress down to her waist, arching her back to give me a good look at her bouncy little tits, I know I don’t have a hope in hell of stopping her. No, no, I want this too bad. I’m so hard, my molars ache. “Please,” I grunt, panting. “Please, princess.”
With a feline smile, she untucks my shaft from the waistband of my boxers, gasping when it slaps up against her lips with a thick thud, my stomach hollowing and heaving just to see my dick so close to that ripe, succulent mouth.
“Oh Christ, oh Christ, OhChrist…” I hiss, watching her lick me up, down, up, testing the head with a noisy suckle. “Huuuuuuh,” I groan, wincing at the acute pleasure.
Her eyes light up at the taste.
