“If you only knew.”
I place my hand across his thigh and squeeze. The center of his pants rises.
I tap the hard mound three times with my fingers and say, “Not tonight. You had your fun already.”
> If only he knew I was just a normal girl. I haven’t been with another man in almost a year. It’s not like I go searching for this kind of thing.
But Rocco is a different breed of man. First, he doesn’t give two fucks about keeping appearances up. If he wants to do something, he’ll do it. I hate that I admire that in a man because it can lead to some dark places.
Despite the business attitude of Rocco, I feel like there’s something good inside of him. I don’t think it’s all about money and power. Maybe I’m naïve, but I want to believe he thinks of me at night and not his money.
“I need you,” he coos.
Need me? Pfft. Bullshit.
What he needs is a good night’s sleep and a little anticipation. He hasn’t got this out of his system yet. I’m having too much fun.
For now.
I glance at the driver’s window, which is closed, and bite my lip. I pull my legs over him and straddle him, laying my palm flat against his cock. I move it up and push it in his pants, gripping the thickening rod.
“Rocco,” I whisper, clicking that “D” hard for him.
He squirms a little and his breath quivers. I’m already getting to him. He’s sweating. “We will have so much fun tomorrow together. Why spoil it now?” I ask.
“Oh yeah?” he kisses me, pulling back on my lips, like it’s my pussy. He kisses me again, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth.
His hands fall to my back, dragging towards my ass. “I want you so fucking bad. You don’t even know. I’ve never felt this much desire in my life. I could eat you all night, woman.”
I grab his hand and force it against my pussy. “You want this?” I ask him.
He nods.
“Then be a good boy and wait for me. I’m a good girl. I don’t rush into these things,” I say.
The car slows down and I see my place a few houses in front of us. I kiss his warm cheek, admiring his jawline, and the driver unlocks the door.
“Your home, ma’am,” he says, avoiding eye contact. I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
“Thank you for a fun night,” I whisper to Rocco.
He just sighs and watches as my heels click onto the pavement.
I walk toward my door, refusing to turn back. I can feel his stare burning into my ass. I rock my hips and smile to myself.
It’s hard to let this go…
“See you tomorrow,” he says.
I walk inside.
When I hear his car pulling away, I lower to the floor. My back slides against the door, and I put my face in my hands, laughing.
That all just happened. That really happened. It wasn’t fantasy.
I zip out of my red dress and climb into the shower. The hot water and steam rises around the door. Within seconds, I’m surrounded by a foggy haze as I feel the water rain across my body.
“Fuck,” I whisper.