I made sure to be late. I’m a very punctual person and I like to arrive at events at least ten minutes early, but I want to yank his chain a little bit. I don’t want him to think I’m too eager for him to dick me down. His back faces me and the muscles are hard and thick, and I follow him to the spacious living room
“Well, yeah, I was tied up at work.” I take deeps breaths and I try to relax my body. But I fail tremendously, my body wound up like a toy, and I bite down on my lip as my confidence dies a slow, sweet death.
“Don’t make it a habit.” His words are brutal. “That’s one of my pet peeves.”
He twists to face me. Who the hell does he think he is bossing me around? He’d better have a big dick to match that attitude. “Leave that bossy attitude at the door when we fuck.”
His words make my nipples pucker against the thick fabric. “Do you boss your groupies around like you do me?” My words are jam-packed with annoyance. I don’t like taking orders from people, that’s one of the reasons I want to be CEO.
His eyes are intense and broody, and butterflies’ do backflips in my belly. It feels as if bubbles flaring in my chest.
“I don’t have to. They don’t have a smart-ass mouth.”
As I follow him to the living room, it’s so… him. The drapes match the color of the navy-blue walls and a gray sectional couch sits in the middle like a throne. A drum set is in the far corner and the air is suffocated with the smell of Pine-Sol. The fresh brown oak floor is so smooth that you can glide over it. Pictures of The Beatles and Queen and an oil canvas of a woman with blonde hair and tan skin hangs on the wall. This place is intimate and nurturing. It’s simple. No expensive furniture. No expensive decor that screams money.
We stroll through the open living room to a spacious bedroom. The room is decked out with a king-size bed with the headboard carved from fine wood and it’s set so high off the ground like it’s floating in the air. Fitting. It even looks as if a god lives here.
I place my bag on the leather chair in the corner next to the television, then I face the broken god before me. He sucks in a giant breath. My eyes trail over his tattooed right arm and hard pecs and sculpted abs. There is no way that he sits at home all day with a body like his. He must be a gym rat.
I want to savor this moment forever. To remember everything about this beautiful man. To remember every freckle on his body. He’s truly remarkable. Slowly, he yanks down his shorts and his black boxers, and his dick stands at attention. It’s fat, long, and thick and purple.
Panic blossoms in my chest. That dick is the size of a skyscraper. And he’s sticking that huge-ass thing inside of me? I knew it was big because a groupie leaked a photo of it on the internet.
I stare and stare and stare as the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
This is the first time I’ve ever been up close with a dick in person. Then his warm fudge eyes meet mine, as if he’s waiting for me to make the first move. I let out a tiny breath that’s barely audible.
“Get on your knees.” His voice is calmer than a quiet night in October. My knees hit the gray carpet and he swaggers closer, watching me with predatory eyes.
“I’ve never given head,” I say thickly and my mouth salivates.
“I’ll teach you.” He grabs a fistful of my thick hair, slides his dick inside of my mouth, and he tilts my chin to look at his face. Panic ceases my chest. What if I suck at this? Or what if I accidentally bite the head of his dick?
I choke a few times as tears burn my eyes, my jaw aches. He bites down on his bottom lip as he face-fucks me.
“Sadie, Sadie, Sadie, Sadie,” he says my name like a sweet hymn. And my heart ping-pongs in my chest.
A few minutes pass, and he throbs inside my mouth. Then hot ropes of cum fill my mouth. It’s thick as honey dew and taste salty and earthy. I don’t know if I should spit or swallow. Before I came over here, I watched a few porno videos that were downloaded on Jasper’s laptop. Some of the women swallowed and others spit. I chose to swallow, and the cum slowly slithered down my throat.
My panties are soaked and my pussy throbs. I want to taste him again.
He pulls me up on my knees and his warm lips are on my neck, sucking it like I’m a sweet tart, then I moan, and he pulls away and I die a little on the inside.
“That’s my favorite song to hear.” He twirls me around as if we’re ballroom dancing and, slowly, he unzips my dress as his fingers trail on my back and I shiver under his touch. His touch is soft. His touch drives me crazy, crazy, crazy.
This is it. I can’t turn back now. I’m about to lose my virginity, to my crush.
I step out of my dress, wearing my red lacy bra and panties and my sandals.
Gently, he pushes me forward on the bed, unlaces my shoes, and tosses them to the carpet. I peek over my left shoulder and he tears my expensive panties.
“That cost me nine hundred bucks.” I fist the cotton black sheets in my hand, and he smirks. The bastard has the nerve to smirk, “And those were my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you a drawer full, since you’ll be spending some nights here.” Then he pushes my legs
