Dilf（A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance）(114)

“And what about your friend? Do you want to please him as well?” I continue, unable to stop.

“I… I’m sorry, sir, I really got to go,” she says, cutting the conversation short.

“We’ll talk again. Soon,” I promise her, and I can almost see the smile on her face.

“I hope so, sir,” she tells me before hanging up. When I take the phone out of my ear, there’s already a text message from Ashley flashing on the screen.

“I’m coming over,” it says.

Of course.





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Ashley





Here I am again, riding the elevator to Arsen’s apartment once more. Why do all my phone calls with King Henry end up like this? I can’t help but text Arsen, anxious to have someone quench my thirst for a real man. Arsen and Henry… These two really are tying my mind into knots.

With Arsen, everything’s perfect—from the way he treats me to the way he fucks me, there’s nothing that I can point at. So why am I not surrendering to him like I damn know I should? He’s the perfect man, for God’s sake—hot, wealthier than God, and totally into me! First, I resisted his advances because I knew he was not only a smut lord’s heir, but my boss… But that’s not the real reason behind my reluctance toward taking the final step, the step into his arms. No, on that point I can only lay the blame at King Henry's feet, Client 5.

I know, I know… You probably think that I’m being silly. Torn between two men when I haven’t even met one of them. I never saw his face, and I don’t know a damn thing about him—and still, there’s something about the way he speaks to me that draws me in, almost as if he’s pulling me into a deep trance from which there’s no escape. I swear to God, just knowing that he’s going to call me is enough to make me wet. And every single minute that I spend talking with him on the phone… Sweet Jesus, I should be the one paying, not him. All of our conversations end with me soaking wet, trying to recover from another mind numbing orgasm his words have unleashed upon me. I know it sounds crazy, but what do you want me to tell you? It’s the truth. And that’s the reason I’m here now, at One57 because there’s only one man capable of turning into reality the fantasies King Henry whispers into my ear. And that man is, drumroll, Arsen Hawke. I know, no surprise there.

As the elevator opens with a gentle ding, I step into the hallway, walking steadily toward Arsen’s front door. I’m still a few feet away from it when it swings back on its hinges, Arsen standing behind it with a grin on his face. My heart immediately feels tight inside my chest, my pussy already wet—yes, I’m this desperate to feel his body on mine, I’m not ashamed to admit it.

“Ashley,” he greets me, stepping back so that I can enter his apartment. He closes the door behind me as I turn to face him, a smile on my face.

“Arsen,” I say, taking one step toward him. We’re close now, just a few inches between our bodies. None of us move though, we just stand still, enjoy the way the air around us seems to grow heavier. We are looking into each other’s eyes, sparks of electricity flying across the distance that separates us.#p#分页标题#e#

God, I might not be able to stop thinking about King Henry, but whenever I’m this close to Arsen… Everything else just fades away. I don’t even know if it’s because he’s the best man I have ever met, or because he fucks me like a God. Either way, he just makes me melt like butter on a scorching hot day.

“I’m glad you texted me,” he starts, cutting through the silence. “I spent all morning thinking of you… And thinking of last night. I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”

A shiver goes through me as I imagine him, alone in his huge luxurious apartment, thinking of me and getting hard. Has he ever masturbated while thinking of me? And the panties he stole from me last night… Has he already given them any use? Just thinking of that makes me even wetter, if that’s even possible. The memories of what happened near Freedom Tower race through my mind and I bite my lower lip, wanting an encore. But then, something that King Henry said to me crosses my mind; it’s weird, but both Henry and Arsen have talked about the very same thing, and using the exact same wording… While talking about the area around Freedom Tower, the two of them mentioned it looks a lot nicer without the construction. I know, it’s probably just a stupid coincidence, but I have to wonder…

“Have you ever called one of your phone operators? From the sex line?” I find myself saying, still unsure if I should even be mentioning this. I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of psycho.