He refills my wine with a smile and I take a sip, watching him over the rim of my glass. I’m sitting at the island and wondering what I did to get so lucky.
It’s been the best week of my life and I’ve spent every second I could of it with him. I’m in love.
“How’s that wine?” he asks.
“Almost as good as the view.”
He’s looking scrumptious in dark jeans and a black Polo shirt. The sleeves are hugging his big round arms, making me all lightheaded and giddy.
There’s soft music playing and candles lit around the kitchen. My mind starts to go to dirty places, which are all too familiar these days. When I see Vance dip his fingertip in the sauce and then put it to his lips, I’m ready for more than just dinner.
We’ve been having so much sex this past week. It seems like every time Vance has a piece of furniture delivered, we’re having sex on top of it a few minutes later. We can’t stay off each other. We’ve done it in every room in this house, in the pool, on every pool chair, and embarrassingly, even over the recycling bin on the side of the house. It’s been wild.
“Let me show you something while this is cooking,” he says as he stirs his sauce one last time. “Come with me.”
My face blushes and my body starts to heat up as I follow him to the stairs. I can already feel the wetness pooling in my panties as I keep my eyes on his wide muscular back.
I’m insatiable around this man. I can’t get enough of him.
Disappointment hits me when he turns right at the top of the stairs instead of heading left toward his bedroom.
“This is for you my little bunny,” he says as he opens the closed door.
“Oh, wow,” I gasp when I see what he’s set up for me. It’s my very own study. There’s a gorgeous white desk and a comfy chair overlooking the beautiful weeping willow in the backyard. It looks like he plucked it out of a Pinterest board with the stunning white shelves and cute turquoise lamp on the desk.
“You can study here from now on,” he says as I walk in and look around in awe. I can’t believe this is mine. It’s perfect.
I’m so touched. Words aren’t enough to thank him, so I drop to my knees in front of him and grab onto his belt.
“What’s this?” he asks in a husky voice as he looks down at me. I can see by the darkness in his eyes and by the long hard outline of his cock that this is the perfect way to say thanks.
I fumble with his belt and pull down his zipper as my mouth waters.
“What better thing to study in my new office than my man’s big thick cock?”
He groans as I pull it out, hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum like a broken faucet. I bite my bottom lip with a moan as I get a good look at it up close. Slick beads of pre-cum ooze down his shaft and over my fingers.
Vance drops his head back and groans as I flatten my tongue against the thick base and drag it all the way up to the tip. His hot seed hits my mouth and my pussy clenches.
“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ve been so obsessed with fucking your pussy all week that I forgot to fuck your soft little mouth.”
I open wide and take his big cock in, letting my tongue slide down his thick veined shaft. It’s only the second time I’ve had his cock in my mouth, so I’m not quite sure what he likes.
He sinks his hands into my hair as I lick it all over, getting it nice and wet. I can tell my possessive man wants to take control as he watches me with lustful eyes.
“Do what you want,” I whisper as I start to jerk him off. “My body is yours.”
He moves like the alpha he is, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he grips his big dick.
I whimper as he tugs my head back, taking control of the situation. I’m so turned on as he traces my tingling lips with the head of his cock like he’s putting lipstick on me.
“Open your mouth,” he says in a low throaty growl. “Wider. That’s my bunny.”
My head is tilted back, mouth wide open, hand now in my pants, fingers buried in my wet pussy all the way to the knuckles. Lust is burning through my veins as I wait for him to bury his huge cock in my mouth.
“You want me to cum in your sexy little mouth?”
I’m mesmerized by him. My pussy is drenched. It’s dripping onto my palm.
“Yes,” I gasp, wanting it so badly.