“No, he can’t. Because you sound like sex and sin on a stick and neither he, nor any other man, is allowed to properlyappreciateit. Let’s go.”
Forrest walked us all outside to the waiting limo, and I couldn’t help being pleased at how happy Lulabel and Percival were. Even Mortimer hadn’t attempted to bite random passers-by.
“I didn’t like how he was looking at you,” Forrest growled in my ear.
“It is unfortunate when men fall victim to their lusts,” Percival said unctuously.
“It sure as hell is,” I agreed.
“When other men do? It is,” Forrest said, then he shut the door behind the two of them and tapped on the top for the limo driver to take off.
“What the hell? I was going with them?” I complained, when I felt Forrest’s hand on the back of my throat, long seductive fingers tangled in my hair.
“I will not just let another man have you.”
“Oh, and what doyouhave to say about it?” I snapped, my temper flaring. “If I want to get another sugar daddy, it’s nothing to you.”
“It’s everything to me,” he retorted as another sleek black limo pulled up behind him.
“You lost your right to complain,” I shot at him.
Forrest opened the other door with one hand, and I tightened my lips. His chest was slick with sweat, and he was breathing hard, one muscle flexing in his tanned forearm.
This proximity could be dangerous. But, on the other hand,hewas the one who was emotionally attached.Notme.
Chapter ten
Forrest
My skin was slick with a mix of flopsweat and a desperate, throbbing arousal as my cock thickened to see Birdie’s perfect shapely ass crawl into the limo in front of me.
“You have to believe me,” I said, getting as close to her as I dared and rolling up the partition so the driver couldn’t hear or see us. “I’m so desperately sorry. You don’t understand how sorry I am.”
My mouth worked, unable to think of any more ways to express my intense regret. I was saying words I had never said before. Like “desperate.”
“I’m glad to have found Jerry as a contact,” she said, like she hadn’t even heard me. “He has produced some very interesting indie albums, very avant-garde stuff.”
“I’mthe one going to produce your album,” I howled, dimly aware in some part of my brain that this should be humiliating behavior, but I didn’t even care. “He couldn’t possibly give you as good of a setup or sound.Iown the premier recording studio in the world, and I have a helluva recording studio downstairs in case you’d rather record in a more intimate setting.”
I couldn’t resist inhaling her scent, or stifle the deep groan it drew from me.
”Please, baby girl—angel—“
“My god, if you’re that desperate, get on your knees. I’m sending some work emails, though, so don’t expect to get my full attention.”
That was a humbling disclaimer, but I was too eager to care, instantly falling to the floor of the limo and pulling her sweatpants down so they pooled on the ground and her delectable round curves were exposed to me.
She was wearing tiny little pink lacy panties, and it was nauseating to remember only a few weeks ago she had excitedly shown them to me, climbing into my lap and grinding on my dick as she covered my face with kisses.
Why had I fucked that up? I should have been rocketing down the road at 95 mph to marry her.
And now she let her legs fall open carelessly as her fingers quickly flicked over her phone.
But I knew how to please her, I knew how to get her to focus on me. Usually I would have dragged it out as long as I could, starting with her ankles, but I was too embarrassingly anxious she’d get bored, so I slipped aside her panties and dove in.
She was wet all right, my finger coming away slick with arousal when I carefully pressed it into her pretty pussy, and I groaned with eagerness and began to lap at her clit, combining the exact pressure I knew Birdie liked with strokes inside her pussy, butterflying my fingers and stroking the rough spot inside her.
I wanted that damn squirt that fucker Pierre had gotten.
