“Five more minutes then a break?” she asks as that tiny hand darts and jerks around the canvas like a hummingbird.
My ravenous eyes are locked on her. They have been for the past three hours.
I was standing here with a full erection for the first hour. It finally calmed down, but I can feel it ready to go, ready to get hard, ready to fuck, at any moment. I think my cock will always feel like that in her angelic presence.
“I can do five more minutes,” I tell her. The truth is, I could do five more hours. I love standing here in the flesh for her. I adore having those sexy blue eyes feasting all over me, running up and down my body from my head to my toes and everything in between.
Those alert blue eyes land on my long cock and I can feel it stirring again, ready to get hard. She looks away and mutters something under her breath.
“Everything okay?” I ask
“Yeah, it’s just… It’s fine. Never mind.”
“What’s fine?”
“It’s just your… you know. It was leaning to the right yesterday and now it’s leaning to the left. It doesn’t matter though. We’re close to our break anyway.”
“We can move it,” I say with a shrug.
“Oh, that would be great,” she says as her eyes turn back to the canvas. “Thank you.”
“But I can’t break the position. It would be unprofessional and could ruin the painting. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Her eyes dart up to mine. “What are you saying?”
I look directly at her with a firm stare. “I’m saying that you should come up here, wrap that sweet hand around my cock, and do whatever you want with it.”
Her breathing quickens as she stares at me. So does mine.
I can tell that she wants to. She’s contemplating it, but she’s hesitant. She’s probably trying to think up a million reasons why this is a bad idea.
I’d be surprised if she can find one reason. We’re both consenting adults, we’re both sexy as hell, attracted to each other in a strong way, and we’re definitely meant to be together. It’s going to happen eventually—that we both know. Why waste any more time?
“Come on, Mila,” I whisper. “It’s okay. When you’re painting flowers, don’t you adjust the roses and petals to be just how you want them?”
“Yeah,” she says as she starts chewing on the end of her paintbrush. “I do.”
“This is the same thing,” I say with a shrug. “You’re just adjusting the subject like any painter would do.”
She swallows hard as she looks at my body. I’m starting to think she might throw me out, but then she stands up and shyly walks over.
My heart expands in my chest as I watch her coming, wearing those sexy paint-splattered overalls with nothing but a black bra underneath.
Her hair is up in another ponytail today and I have a strong desire to see her with her hair down. I want to see those brown locks bouncing on her shoulders as she rides my thick pole. Now that would be a sight worth painting.
“You make a good point,” she says as she arrives, fidgeting with the button on her overalls. “I’m doing this as a painter.”
“Right.”
“As a professional.”
“Totally. Do what you have to do.”
My whole body throbs as she steps up to me and I get a whiff of her strawberry-scented shampoo. I just want to bury my nose in it as I bury my cock in her. I’m dying with heated lust and scorching desire. It’s torturous to have to stand here with my hands at my sides, not moving.
She takes a deep breath, reaches out, and then snaps her hand back without touching a thing.
“It’s okay, Mila,” I tell her in a soft gentle voice. “This is destined to happen. I want it. You want it. We were made for each other, my pretty little Picasso. You don’t have to be shy with me. Now wrap that hand around my cock.”
Her blue eyes harden with resolve as she looks down at my giant dick. My heart is pounding as I watch her, knowing she’s going to do it. I’m aching all over. My mind goes quiet, all of my focus on her.
That hand reaches out and—oh fuuuucccckk.
My head drops back and I let out a deep lustful moan when I feel her fingers on my shaft. I get hard immediately. How could I not with this angel’s hands on me? It’s the sexiest, most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. This beautiful girl in front of me with her mouth open, wide blue eyes looking down, chest moving up and down with hard quick breaths, making her round tits jiggle. She’s fucking stunning. I never want to look away. I could stare at this sight for the rest of my life.