Austin
This is crazy.
It's not what I fucking do.
I don't put my entire life—every waking minute—into one woman. And yet here I am, sitting in the backseat of a presidential limo, on my way to pick Ashley up, and I haven't stopped thinking about her from the moment I met her.
We’re going to go to dinner in Georgetown but all I want to do is fuck.
Don’t roll your eyes at me. You saw that body of hers.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I want to squeeze those ass cheeks. The only way I want to stop is to run my cock between them. Those tits.
Don’t forget those fucking gorgeous fucking tits. Squeeze them together and run my cock through them.
Yes, yes, I know. I have a desire to rub my cock on everything that looks attractive. Don’t worry, I like steak, I won’t be rubbing my cock on it too. You probably wish though, don’t you? Okay, maybe not the steak, but you wish I’d rub my cock on your face, huh?
Don’t lie.
Fuck, listen to me. I need to keep a cool head.
I need to focus. This is an opportunity for me to learn more about her. Sure, I'd like to fuck her—that's no secret—but I'm still weary of her. I know what she does for a living—she's crushed some of the most powerful men, and I don't want to be yet another victim.#p#分页标题#e#
But, I trust Tracy.
And Tracy says that Ashley is the perfect woman for the job. To say that I'm conflicted is an understatement. I just hope Tracy's right.
The limo pulls up to her apartment.
She's outside, waiting. Punctual. Don’t you think so?
I see her through the window and taker her in with my eyes. She's wearing a short, tight, black cocktail dress that hugs her every fucking curve. It's not too short; it's classy. Her breasts sit at the top of her dress like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream, and I think to myself that they look good enough to eat. Like I said, she's a true professional. She looks fucking stunning.
The driver opens the door and ushers her in, and immediately, I'm assaulted by her smell. It's floral, and brings a burst of seductive femininity into the car. If it's possible to be drunk off someone's smell, then this is it.
"It's good to see you," I smile, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss. Whether I trust Ashley or not, there is no way that I'm not going to bang her.
She retracts her hand. "You can save the charm for some other woman," she says, snapping her seatbelt into place. "I'm not some naïve intern, you know."
"I never thought you were," I smile. "You're a whole lot more than that."
She rolls her eyes, but I see the hint of a smile forming on her lips. "You don't know anything about me, except that I have these exceptional tits, and a tight dress."
"That's not true," I say.
She laughs. "Of course it is. Men are so predictable. They pretend to be different, but really, they're all the same."
She talks tough, but I can see that I'm having an affect on her, no matter what she says. Still, her walls are clearly up, but I know that I can get around them.
"How far are we from the restaurant?" she asks.
"We've only been on this ride for a few minutes; are you that desperate to get off?" I say with a wink.
"Very funny," she says, trying to act annoyed with the double entendre, but I can tell she found it amusing.
"We should be there soon," I smile. "I hope you're hungry."
"Downright ravenous," she grins.
"What's your favorite food?" I ask. "While we're here, I might as well find out as much about you as I can. You're my fiancée, after all."
"Fake fiancée,” she corrects me, and I realize now that's the second time I've been corrected for saying that.
She continues, "But if you must know … I'm a big fan of sausage."
"Is that so?" I say, smiling. "What kind?"
Then she lowers her voice into a purr and bats her eyes. "The longer the better."
"How long?" I ask, leaning in closer to her.
"Preferably anything 12-inches … or more," she replies with a devilish grin. "I can eat quite a bit … when I'm hungry."
As she says this my fucking cock starts twitching in my pants. It literally has a pulse of its own now.
I reach over and finger the delicate gold necklace draped around her neck. "This is beautiful," I say. "But it could be better, you know."
"How so?" she asks, grinning and enjoying this game.
"I think you'd look much better in a pearl necklace … if I'm being honest."
"And I think you'd look better if we loosened your tie … just a bit," she grins, sliding her small, manicured hand up my chest and resting it on the silk knot of my tie. She gives the knot a gentle tug, ever so slightly, and I can't help but feel my pulse quicken under her touch.#p#分页标题#e#