Buy Me, Sir

The hair is dark on his calves. I resist the urge to stroke them.

“I like animals,” I tell him, careful to avoid lying any more than necessary. “Cats, dogs… hamsters…”

“Cats or law. I guess cats won.”

“For now,” I say. “Sometimes it’s doing what you need to, in order to do what you want to, right?”

He looks so thoughtfully. “I’ll let you know when I end up doing what I want to. Maybe someday.”

“You don’t like what you do?” It takes me aback enough that I drink more champagne to hide my surprise.

“No. I don’t like what I do.”

“But it buys you gemstones, right?”

He smiles. I love how he smiles. “And you, Amy. It buys me you.”

I want to tell him I’d be here without the money, but the words won’t come.

He pats his thigh and beckons me over. I finish up my champagne and place my glass on the dresser as I go to him.

It’s so easy to lower myself onto his lap, so warm as he wraps his arms around my waist and lands a kiss on my shoulder. I relax against him, my head reclining so snug against his collarbone, and he hitches me, positions his cock just right as he lets me drop.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” he whispers.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I tell him, and he laughs.

“Mine’s the only one you’ve known.”

“The only one I want to know.” I’m giggling but it’s not funny. The way he breathes into my ear and holds me so tight isn’t funny. It’s bliss. Pure bliss.

“Show me what feels good,” he says, and I do. I move slowly, carefully, up and down on his gorgeous dick as he stays still.

My breath quickens as I angle myself forward, the pressure too good to bear. His fingers dance up my spine and it’s heaven. They tangle in my hair and I want to tell him I love him. I love this.

I surprise myself with what I want. I’m in shock as I lift myself enough to press his cock against my ass.

“Fuck,” he rasps, and takes my hips. “Steady,” he tells me, and I am steady. I’m really steady.

It burns an amazing burn as I ease down, and the stretch is incredible. I grit my teeth to take the whole length of him, and his thighs are tense as he sinks in all the way.

“Dirty girl,” he grunts as I start moving, and I like that.

His cock in my ass drives me crazy, even through the burn. I rub my clit as I ride him, and I could come like this so easily, with my tits bouncing and my ass slapping against his lap.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, and it gives me shivers, like someone just walked over my grave.

The death of me.

It’s raw. Everything about death makes life so raw.

I’m glad I’m grunting. Relieved I’m gasping and moaning through the urge to tell him he’s been the life of me.

He thrusts back at me, flesh slapping flesh, and I fold forward, my hands balancing on his knees as he takes my weight.

“Give it to me,” I hiss. “Please, Alexander, give it to me.”

His arms wrap around my waist as he rises to his feet, his cock buried deep in my ass as he moves us to the bed.

I fall forward onto soft bedsheets, and his grip is on the back of my neck, pinning me down as he fucks me. Hard.

I cry out, my ass on beautiful fire as he thrusts.

“Don’t come…” I moan. “Please don’t come… not yet…”

“I won’t,” he grunts.

And he doesn’t.

He fucks me until I’m a sweaty mess. Until my ass is slack and aching.

He fucks me until I don’t know my own name anymore. I couldn’t even tell him if I wanted to.

And finally, when he does fill me up with the perfect seed of him, my lips swollen from his kisses and my clit so tender it hurts, it’s all I can do to get to my feet when he’s done.

He reaches for his jacket and shrugs it on, and I have no idea what he’s doing until he’s eased my arms into his discarded shirt and buttoned me up.

He moves to the window and pulls back the drapes, swings it open wide on its hinges before he grabs a miniature whisky from the minibar.

He pours one for himself and opens another for me.

My nose wrinkles as I take a sniff.

“A routine of mine,” he tells me. “A whisky before bed.”

I smile. “I can do that.”

My heart flutters as he pulls out his Insignia cigarette packet. My stomach tickles as he offers me one.

He flicks the lighter and holds the flame for me, and I hope I don’t cough and splutter since it’s been so long.

“Whisky and a cigarette,” he says before lighting his own. “Two little vices before bedtime.”