Her cheeks were flushed, which again only made me think of what she’d look like when I bent her over a table and fucked her hard.
“Sir?” she asked.
Oh, this woman with her “fuck me” lips.
I was taking her home tonight, no doubt about it. Checking her hands, I saw no ring, and if she had a boyfriend, well, that wasn’t my problem.
“Erm, what’s good here?” I asked, watching her.
She licked those lips, and just that quick peek made me think of her fuckable lips wrapped around my dick. I’d love to have her hair twined around my fist as I fucked her face. I wondered if she’d be able to take me to the back of her throat or if I’d have to wait patiently for her to open those sweet lips of hers to take me as deep as she could.
“You’ve come to one of the best places in town. Burgers of any kind are all good. His pies are fantastic. Any pasta. Just look at the menu, start at the top and work your way down. Skip the breakfast menu though. He serves that from six to eleven.”
“You’ve already tempted me this much.” I looked at the top of the dinner menu, and sure enough, cheeseburger and fries were at the top, so that’s what I ordered.
“Would you like dessert?” she asked.
“I don’t know. You got something to tempt me with?” She turned a little, so I glanced at her butt, and yes, it was curvy.
What can I say, I love a woman with a good pair of tits and a nice, round ass.
Some men might not like a woman with some weight on her, but not me. There’s nothing better than giving a juicy ass a good spank as you filled her tight, wet cunt, or seeing those big tits bounce as you rode her.
I loved curves, and this woman was rocking them.
“We’ve got some chocolate pies that are good, or even a pecan one if you’d like.”
“I’ll see what I fancy.”
I wanted the raven-haired waitress for dessert. I tended to get what I wanted, and she, as far as I was concerned, was just what I needed to get me through the next couple of hours.
Once I set my sights on something I wanted, I worked to get it. I was not afraid of putting in a lot of hard work. I’d been doing it for years. My reputation was the best there was, and I’d brought the best out in all of my students that wanted it.
This woman, I’d seen her name tag. Mona. She was going to belong to me by the end of the night. I couldn’t wait to hear what she’d scream as I drove my cock balls deep inside her.
Chapter Two
Mona
Stepping out of the diner, I paused as I caught sight of the man who’d been eating alone. His arms were folded, and he was staring right at me.
He was new around these parts, and I didn’t know why I stepped toward him. He could be an axe murderer, rapist, kidnapper, sex trafficker, and yet I kept on moving until I stood in front of him.
Going home wasn’t exactly high on my list of things to do.
“You look a little lost?”
“I do?”
“Yep.” Glancing around the parking lot, I smiled. “You need me to point you toward a motel?”
“I actually own a house here.”
This was a surprise. “You do?”
“Yep, comes with the new job.”
I didn’t want to know anything else about him. At this moment, I liked that we were just two people. I wasn’t the trailer trash, and he was not someone of importance. How did I know he was important? He owned a house.
The divide in our town was so damn clear and so damn stupid.
“Congratulations.”
“So, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my place to celebrate?” he asked.
This was the first time in my entire life I’d been propositioned.
He was a good-looking guy. Over six foot, muscular, and he looked in control.
“You want me to come with you?”
“Unless you’d like to take me home?”
There was no way in hell I’d take him back to my mom’s trailer. Besides, should I even be thinking about going with this man?
What else was I to do?
Biting my lip, I glanced across the parking lot where I’d have to walk. It was Friday night. There was a party I could go to, a trailer full of my mom and her booze, or a place down by the creek.
This man looked really appealing.
“Okay, but it doesn’t mean anything,” I said.
“Babe, it’s Friday night. I’m looking for a good time, and I got no problem with you being the one to share it.” He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me against him.
This was so surreal.
Did men really do this?
Was I about to lose my virginity?