Her gray eyes would close slowly as the pleasure overtook her, those thin fingers jamming in ad out of her pussy. I bet she likes it a little rough, the good girls usually do. If that’s what she wants I’ll give it to her, and I’ll do it better than anyone she’s ever let between her legs.
Then it occurs to me that she might be hung up on another guy, and a smile creeps across my face as I realize how easy of an obstacle that’ll be to overcome. There’s no way her ex is sexier than me, and when I’m done making her body sing, she’ll be racking her brain to even remember his name.
My cock twitches, and I know my climax is just strokes away. Images of Nicole flood my mind as I think back to our date, her sitting across from me with her legs crossed, telling me all about her life. She was so open and honest with me, like she had nothing to hold back. Looking into those sexy gray eyes, I couldn’t hear more than every other word as my eyes hungrily roamed her body, eager to get her home.
Squeezing my cock, I slow my strokes, wanting to savor the pleasure as I rock my hips, lowering the loofah so the tip of my cock is coated in suds as I prepare to let loose. God, I hope she’s on birth control, because I want to cum inside her the first time she let’s me feel her. I want her tight pussy to squeeze my cock as I ooze inside of her.
"Fuck," I bite the word out as my teeth grit together, ready to explode. Before I can stop myself the world stumbles out of my mouth, "Nicole."
Holy hell. I’m already jerking off thinking of her, imagining her here with me, and now I’m groaning the girl’s name? Who the fuck am I? I can’t pretend to care, or solve that puzzle right now. I’m gripping ten inches of aching flesh and my hips are rocking fast and uncontrollably, desperate for this climax.
"Ungh…" I groan, my abdomen muscles tenses as my balls draw up. Oh, fuck it feels so good. My body has been craving this all night, and now I’m gonna give it to her. That’s right, this isn’t for anyone else but Nicole.
"Nicole," I groan her name again, this time not caring how ridiculous it is to lust after a woman I’ve never even tasted. Oh, God, the idea of tasting her makes me squeeze my shaft. Hard. I shove my cock through my grip, fucking my hand like I’m driving into Nicole.
"Oh shit," I grunt. This build up is unbelievable. I feel like it’s been brewing since I picked her up and saw her in that little dress. My cock twitches in my hand again, and I close my eyes, eager to get this nut out.
"Tell me you want it," I groan, pretending to talk to Nicole.
I’m gonna have her begging for my nut like every woman before her. She’ll want to do anything to see me cum, feel me ooze in her pussy, her mouth, her tight ass. I’m gonna fuck her everywhere, all over this fucking city, if she would just stop playing with me.
My heart rate is through the roof, my chest rising and falling fast as I stroke my length quickly, the water helping my hand glide over my flesh with ease, like I’m in a warm, wet pussy.
"Mmm…" I moan, that sound that only precedes an orgasm, when my body and defenses weaken and I’m vulnerable as a bitch for two seconds. My hand works faster, racing to the tip of my cock as my hips rock forward, my entire body tense, bracing for the explosion.
I swear I can see Nicole’s face, her eyes clenches shut, that cute little button nose scrunched as she contorts as the pleasure flows out her. She’ll have to cum at least twice before I let her have this nut.
"Give it to me," I grunt, biting the words through my teeth as I stroke my cock one last time before jerking as I finally reach my climax.
"Oh, fuck! Nicole! Ungh!" I growl, squeezing my cock as I coat the wall with a thick cream that matches the marble.
I don’t think I’ve ever needed to cum more in my life. It feels like a load is lifted off my shoulders as I pant, struggling to catch my breath like I’ve just finished a workout session. In some ways, I guess I have.
After rinsing the suds from my hard body, I turn the water off and grab my towel from the heater rack, wrapping it around my hips before stepping on the heated tiles on my floor.
With a deep sigh, I walk into my huge closet, which I know is bigger than most people’s apartments in the city. Opening the top drawer on one of my gray shelving units, I pull a pair of rolled black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. My made keeps everything neat and meticulously organized, just how I like it.
From the next drawer I pull a crisp white t-shirt, and head to bed feeling much more relaxed, although my mind is still racing thinking about this girl. This girl whose name I just growled while squeezing a huge load out. It may not be the most romantic thing, but I’ve never done that to the thought of any girl. It’s about as sentimental as I get, and I know I’m in trouble with this one.
I’ve never wanted a girl this bad, but I know all I have to do is devise a plan to make her fall for me, and how hard can that be? There isn’t a man in New York City more charming than me. Well, maybe there is, but he’s probably ugly or broke, so that takes him out the running right there. I’m a total package, and the moment I can convince Nicole of that, her legs will spread with ease.
My orgasm drained me of my energy and I feel myself fading quickly, trying to clear my mind so this girl doesn’t dominate my thoughts even while I’m sleep. I don’t need to be dreaming about a girl like a complete creep. I’ve gotta fuck her so this whole pedestal shit can fade, because right now she’s sitting on top of the world and I can’t have that.
I’m the one that’s royalty, but the way I’m acting you would think she was the queen of the fucking world. I make a point to have my assistant schedule some romantic shit that girls like, I’m gonna sweep Nicole off her feet. She won’t even see it coming or know what happened once I get done with her. And the reward is gonna be so sweet when I’m laying between her legs, hearing her cry my name out as she squeezes me.
Nicole
In one week, Thomas and I have been on three more dates. Am I pushing it too fast? Maybe a little. Every time I see him, I tell myself I'd say no the next time and make him wait a little to see me again. A man has to work for the woman he wants.
Every time he calls me, though, I don't have what it takes to resist him, and I agree to see him again.
There's something about him that gets me every time. He's handsome and charming, overwhelmingly so. Just looking at him makes me melt into my panties. But there's also a deep side to him that reveals itself now and then, a side that intrigues me. There's so much more to Thomas than cultivated masculinity and charm.
Tonight, he's in my apartment. It's the first time I've let him up. It's the first time
I let anyone up into my personal space, actually.
I’ve cleaned up my apartment before his arrival. My mother’s old couch was covered with a colorful throw to hide the scratch marks of a cat she once had. I swept the floor, and I washed the few dishes in the sink. The bedroom door is closed to hide all the clothes I hadn’t folded before Thomas arrived.