To my delight, she kisses me back. We make out on the front step of the restaurant for several minutes like horny teenagers. Before I can stop myself, I open my mouth and speak.
“Get in the limo, Ingrid.”
I see her eyes flare with desire, but still, she tries to deny herself what it is she really wants.
“I--I,” she can’t come up with a good reason not to.
“Stop thinking so much. You either want it or you don’t. I didn’t put on any theatrics to get into your pants tonight. I gave you the real me. 100% pure Carver Brooks. I already told you I wanted to see you again. This isn’t me trying to hit it and quit it, sweetheart. From what I’ve seen of you tonight, I know I’m not going to be able to quit you. I’m not trying to pressure you either though. If you don’t want this, that’s perfectly fine. However, the longer you stand here wavering, the harder it’s going to be for me to let you be.”
She takes her phone out of her purse and sends a quick text message. Once it’s back in her purse, she grabs my hand and pulls me toward the limo.
Chapter Five
I’ve felt nothing but bliss for the past two days. Sex in the back of the limo was incredible; mind-blowing. It was fast, hard, and quick. Something that both of us needed and haven’t been able to get from anyone else in a long time.
Ingrid and I have been messaging one another non-stop since I put her into her friend’s Uber afterward. It’s been just as long since I’ve had a real conversation with someone also. Between that and the provocative pictures we’ve been exchanging, tonight couldn’t come soon enough.
I walk out of the florist with a large bouquet of flowers for Ingrid when I feel my phone vibrate. As I get into the back of the limo, I open the message and my dick gets rock hard immediately. It’s a picture of Ingrid kneeling on her bed with her back to her phone, wearing only a pair of cheeky, black lace panties. Her face is turned to the side, her eye barely visible behind her long dark hair, which is cascading down her slender back.
Me: Holy fuck. If you send me any more pictures like this, we’re never going to make it out of your apartment tonight.
Ingrid: Uh-uh. You promised to take me to the cabaret. One night only, remember? I was just getting in the mood and thought I’d share. ; )
Me: Well, now we’re both in the mood, but for two different things.
I decide to send her a picture too. I unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down slightly so I can capture my rock hard erection through my boxer briefs. I snap a photo and send it her way.
Me: See what you do to me?
Ingrid: I can’t wait to get a better look at it.
Me: We’re about ten minutes away, so you don’t have to wait long. Also, I have a present for you.
Ingrid: That’s so sweet. Looking forward to seeing you!
Exactly ten minutes later, we’re pulling up in front of her building. I get out and take the elevator to the seventh floor. Sugaring is definitely doing her good if she can afford to live in this building without a job. It makes me happy knowing that she lives in a safe area. If only she lived in Silvercrest.
Hmm…
The thought of her living so close, possibly even moving in with me, has me feeling things that I haven’t felt in some time. I can’t think about this right now. I still barely know her even though it feels like we’ve known each other for years.
I knock on her door and she answers almost immediately as if she knew I was already here. My jaw drops to the floor as if weighed down by something upon seeing her in only the cheeky, black, lace panties and an arm covering her perfect tits.
“Hey, handsome. Come on in, I’m almost ready.”
I practically run into the apartment behind her and slam the door closed.
“Do you answer your door like that often? What if someone sees?”
“No, I was just messing around with you. And if they see, then they see.”
My blood runs hot like lava hearing her speak. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s…
What’s what? Mine?
Ingrid winks at me and turns on her heel, about to walk away. I throw the flowers down on the counter before I grab her hand and pull her back into the kitchen with me.
“Ah!” she lets out a small cry and then giggles, questioning what I’m doing.
Boosting her up onto the counter, I push her back gently until she is laying down flat on the surface. I tear her panties from her and throw her legs over my shoulders before diving into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck! Carver!” she screams out.
She’s already wet between her legs and the taste of her spurs me on. My lips latch onto her clit and I suck on it as if her life depended on it. Inserting two fingers into her pussy, they dance along to the same rhythm as my tongue.
“Shit! Oh my God, don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She places a hand on the back of my head and holds me in place.
Within seconds, my little vixen is squirting her delicious cum into my mouth. I drink everything she has to offer before removing my mouth from her pussy. With the liquid dripping down my chin, I hoist myself up on top of her on the counter and straddle her stomach. I lean over and place my lips against hers and she licks
