Page 52 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

“Get out, Nolan,” she says.

But I don’t get out. I take a step inside and reach behind my head to grab the collar of my t-shirt. It comes off and I toss it near her shorts.

“Nolan,” she says again. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t,” I say.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t just walk away after seeing this.” I wave a hand down her body. She is only a few feet away, so I cross the distance and place my hands on her hips. My eyes can’t see enough.

She wriggles, but I hold tight as I study her tits. Her nipples are hard, pulling her breasts up. And they are begging me to suck them.

“Nolan,” she says again, but this time it’s a whisper. “Nolan.”

“Keep saying my name, Ivy. It only makes me want to fuck you more.”

“Nolan.” And then she stops herself.

I look up at her face and she bites her lip. “What?”

“I thought we were having breakfast?”

“I can eat pussy for breakfast.”

“Stop it,” she says.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything. Yet.”

“We’re going to talk business.”

“We can still talk business.”

“You were going to tell me a secret over breakfast.”

“I can tell you a secret in the shower.” She’s silent. “Come on, Ivy. Give me another chance.”

“Another chance at what?” She’s exasperated. Uneasy. Unsure of what’s happening.

But that’s OK. I’m very sure of what’s happening. “To make you feel good.” I grab her breast and squeeze. She sucks in a breath and makes a little moan. “Let me try again. I won’t hurt you this time, I promise.”

“I want what you promised me downstairs. I want to know why they call you Mr. Romantic first.”

“OK,” I say. “But I can do that at the same time.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I place a finger over her lips to keep her quiet. “Trust me for a minute. Let me tell you my way. It’s so much better than revealing my secret over pancakes.”

She’s so out of her league with me. I know that. She’s inexperienced in almost every way. And I’ve got all the experiences she craves.

And since she doesn’t try to stop me again, I push my shorts down and fist my cock. She stares at my hand as I pump. And it occurs to me, she hasn’t gotten a proper look at my body either.

“Do you like it?” I ask, reaching for her hand. Releasing my hand and replacing it with hers. “Do you like how big it is?”

I never take my eyes off her. She swallows hard and all I can think about is how it felt to be in her mouth last night. The way her muscles moved against my dick when she swallowed. I wish she was facing me when I unloaded my come in her mouth. I wish I could see the way it must’ve dripped out when I took her by surprise.

Ivy nods her head yes to my question and that’s all the permission I need. I take her hand and lead her into the shower, pushing her under the water, and then pushing her some more, so she has to bring her hands up and place them on the wall if she doesn’t want to crash into the marble.

I press my body against her back, my dick so hard it slips between her ass cheeks, and now it’s my turn to moan. “Do you remember asking me to fuck you in the ass last night, Ivy?”

“I take it back.”