“I agree, but neither can you.”
Reaching for her leg, I turn her so the stool scrapes on the floor and she’s now facing me. Leaning in, my lips inch closer to her, then she speaks.
“The contract will be done?” she asks, her eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes. She licks her lips, and I stand, reaching for her.
“Yes, the minute my hands are free, I will send her a message.”
Carla’s hand stops me from grabbing her, so I pause on her thighs.
“No. Do it now.”
Lifting my hands away from her gorgeous skin, I send a quick email outlining what to do, and show her then click send. Placing my cell on the counter, I reach for her again.
“No cameras?” she asks, looking around. “You don’t plan to entrap me again, do you?” She smiles, but I can see there’s worry behind those green eyes.
“No. I swear I’ll never do that again.”
“Thank you.” Carla scoots forward so I can lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she offers me a shy smile. “It’s been a while.”
I start walking with her in my arms. “Who was your last?”
She looks down between us when she answers, seemingly shy about her answer. “You.”
Her answer takes me by surprise, but even more so, her honesty. I didn’t think for a minute she’d say me.
“That makes it even better,” I reply, opening the door to my room
Carla doesn’t stop looking at me as I lay her on the bed, her legs leaving my waist. Reaching for my shirt, I undo the buttons quickly and kick off my shoes one by one, pulling my belt free so my pants hang loose, then I step up to her.
“This isn’t right, I don’t like you,” she says, shaking her head while her eyes stay locked on my body.
Stepping closer, I reach for her dress and pull a sleeve down, her tit hangs out, and she doesn’t care. Not once does she look down to cover it. I like that about her.
“You don’t have to like me, you just have to fuck me.”
“Well, why do you still have pants on?” she asks, standing and dropping her dress to the floor. She stands in front of me now, naked. How the fuck did I not know she had no underwear on earlier? If I did, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself, so it’s probably a good thing.
Dropping my pants to the floor, I step closer and push her back, she bounces on the bed, her tits perfectly on display and needing my attention.
Bringing her legs apart, she slides her hand down to the front of her pussy.
“Do you plan to stare or touch?” she asks.
Goddamn, I remember her being feisty, it’s one of the reasons I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Plus, she tasted like the sweetest treat I’ve ever had.
I wanted her again and again at the time.
So, I took her over and over, as much as I could get.
“I plan to fuck, then I plan to taste. Then I plan to touch you all over.”
Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it a few times, her eyes follow each movement while her finger slips between her folds. I can see she’s glistening—wet, ready, and waiting for me.
“I’m clean,” I say. “And you’re on the pill?” I ask her.
She nods, her eyes transfixed on my cock in my hand. Last time I fucked her, I had a rubber on, this time I plan to feel every inch of her and fill her with my cum until it’s leaking between her legs.
“Spread them wider, rich girl.”
She does, her fingers still on her pussy, circling her clit.
“Do you want my cock in you?”
Carla nods, biting her lips. “Words, rich girl, words. You get nothing without them.”
“Will you shut up and fuck me?” she says.
Reaching down, I move her hand away, and she whimpers when I touch her between her legs. Her hips thrust upward, and it takes everything in me to not bury myself in her right there and then.
“Just one taste?” Dropping down, my tongue darts out and licks her clit. Carla whimpers loudly and grips onto my hair. I do it again, addicted to her taste, and soon I can’t stop. My finger dips into her wet pussy, and I push in hard, fucking her with my finger as I lick her clit like it’s the best fucking ice cream I’ve ever had.
“Whiskey,” she screams.
I add another finger and feel her tighten around it, and don’t slow down with my tongue. She’s now thrusting with my tongue’s movements as her orgasm hits her hard.
Pulling away, I waste no time before I slide my cock in.
She gasps, and her hands grip her hair then move down onto her flawless tits.
Perfection.
“Too full.” Carla shakes her head, removing her hands from her hair. She reaches out and wraps her hands around my neck, sitting up. Our bodies are closer now as I grip her back and move her ass with my hands, so the rhythm never stops.