“Holy shit, is that Dolce & Gabbana?” she shouts, taking the shoe from the box. Luna laughs, and I can’t help the curl in my lip at her excitement.
“Have a nice evening, Jannet,” I smoothly state, turning back to Luna who is standing by the elevator.
“Wait, you wanna borrow my car next? HA!” She cackles, doing a little dance as she kicks her heels off and tries them on.
Luna and I enter the elevator, and she shoulder bumps me.
I look down at her.
“That was really sweet of you.” She glows, looking up at me like I’m her everything.
“Ugh, how dare you?” I reply with a raised brow.
Being punctual and threatening was encrusted in me at a young age. Having Luna around is breaking what I know and making me… sweet, or is she just teaching me how to be a kind human being. I don’t know.15LunaBack at the apartment, I take my heels and shoes and place them on the guest bed. They really are something else, they hug my feet like a memory foam mattress. I haven’t had shoes in a long time. I’m almost too scared to wear them, what if I get them dirty? They’re so nice. I notice the tag on the heels and flip it over to inspect it. Seven hundred and eighty dollars. My fingertips burn touching the tag and I drop it. Oh my god, I didn’t even know shoes could be that expensive. I can’t believe he spent that much money on me, and we hardly know each other. Running my hand down my dress, mulling over these shoes, and how Romeo has taken such good care of me, I know there’s something there between us. I can feel it. We don’t have to talk much, our bodies just pull toward each other like an invisible thread. Pulling my dress off my body, I let it pool around my ankles. Reaching for the heels Romeo was so fond of, I put them back on, they cup my ankle exquisitely, and give me a couple inches of height. Running my hand over the skin of my thigh, I look down at them and suddenly feel confident; sexy even. It’s as if they hold magic, giving a woman with no self-confidence the mentality of a porn star. A sly smile crosses my face, and I exit the room.
Romeo is sitting in his chair looking out the window, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand. My heels click against the glossy wood floor, and butterflies flutter in my stomach as I waltz over to him in nothing but heels, my hair so long it covers my tits.
I step in front of Romeo, blocking his view. His right brow lifts, and he takes a sip of his drink.
Coming closer, I kneel in front of him and run my hands over his slack-clad thighs. My damn hands are shaken giving away my inexperience at this. He looks down at me, his eyes hooded with risqué intentions. Not breaking eye contact, I reach for his button and zipper, undoing his slacks and reaching in to fist his warm, silky cock. It’s already hard. He snatches my hand, stopping me and my heart lurches inside my chest.
“You don’t have to,” he whispers, but his face tells me he wants it.
“But I want to suck your cock.” My vulgar intentions makes his mouth part and he lets go of my hand. I may not be a pro at this but even I know every man wants to hear those little words.
Pulling it out, I hold it at the base and flick my tongue at the head. It pulses in my grip, and I slide my tongue down the long, girthy shaft. A musky salty taste filling my mouth. He growls, setting his drink down and cupping the top of my head.
I kiss the tip and then slip as much of him as I can into my mouth. He hisses, and I bob my head, making sure to keep the suction tight. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen other women do it. Girls blowing guards for special treatment back in the ring.
My jaw starts to ache, not used to the stretch, but I close my eyes and push through it. Sucking and licking. Spit dribbling down my chin and landing on his pants.
His hips rock, his fingers tightening into my hair. My clit throbs, knowing how much he’s enjoying it.
Just as I think he’s about to come in my mouth he jerks his hips back and slips from my mouth. He stands, grabbing me by the hips, he places me into his chair backward, my chest on the back of the chair, knees pressing into the leather seat, and my bare ass facing him. He leans over me, his hot breaths tickling my ear as he caresses my bare ass.