Read after, “My pussy needed fucked, but is only teased for now, making my camel toe cream.
24 hours of fucking the sexiest man in New York.
Read after, “My pussy needed fucked, but is only teased for now, making my camel toe cream.
I’m positive I left a puddle on the sidewalk after Antonio planted that magical kiss on me, and I for sure continued my dripping all the way into his sleek ride.
Once inside the closed confines of the car, it was amazing. The surround sound stereo was at a low hum, wrapped us with it’s vibrations along with the smell of leather and Antonio’s yummy cologne.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
We both looked at each other again, smiling like love sick teenagers, and giggling just the same.
“I’m so grateful you were able to tear yourself away from work tonight.”
“Me too,” he said. His dimples were gorgeous, and we could hardly compose ourselves.
“So, hungry?”
Ohhhh, hell ya.
“Mmmmhmmm.”
I smiled, we giggled.
It was crazy. I’d only had an hour of conversation with this guy on the plane and here we were, now blazing a trail of heat into the city.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, and he kept shooting me glances every chance he could.
I let my dress slide down my thigh, and he just kept rubbing my knee, keeping his distance from what was obvious what we both wanted him to do.
It’s better this way. If you fuck this guy right now, he won’t want to see you tomorrow and you want to see him tomorrow.
We both wanted to fuck each other into exhaustion, but he was just as hesitant as I was so I tried to focus on some sort of conversation other than thoughts of tearing his clothes off.
After about ten minutes of driving and conversing I found out how Antonio had tracked me down. He was not only a bodyguard, he was a private investigator.
Lucky me, a private dick, yum.
And he had a whole week off between clients.
Lucky me, I didn’t have to start my new job for a whole week.
“So, Dee, we’re here.”
Here looked pretty damn good since he’d pulled up to the valet service at what must have been his high rise on the upper east side.
“Dinner?” I asked a little puzzled if we were just skipping straight to dessert.
“Yes ma’am.”
As we exited the car, Antonio popped the trunk.
He retrieved a couple of canvas shopping bags filled with fresh groceries.
Holy shit, he cooks too?
He carried the two bags in his left hand and guided me into his building by gently placing his right hand on the exposed skin of my lower back.
Antonio didn’t live in the penthouse suite, but he might as well have because that was the longest elevator ride I’ve ever taken without getting off at the top.
He smelled so good in the close confines of the space, and apparently I did too because somewhere around floor two, he couldn’t keep his nose off my neck, or his tongue or lips.
My pussy was aching, as Antonio unlocked the door to his apartment.
I wanted to fuck him so badly and I was fighting every instinct in my body not to just go down on him right there in his doorway.
However, apparently he wanted to eat, and I wasn’t completely on the menu… yet.
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