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He pulls away and says, "We need to get out of here, now."

I lean back on the wall, panting for air. He's right, we need to go before I melt into a puddle right here in my studio.





The Discovery

(Lawson)



I had planned to swing by my house to change on our way to the restaurant. But now I realize there's no way in hell we'd ever get to the restaurant. Which isn't something I'd object to. But there's something about Skye.

It's not just that her smile lights me on fire. Or that her laugh fills me up with feeling. She says what she thinks, not caring if it's against what I think. I could never get tired of talking to her.

Every time I see her, my need for her grows. And not just in my pants. Skye needs to understand that, and that's not going to happen if I take her home and fuck her. At least, not without dinner first.

I hold the door of my Range Rover open for her.

"This isn't a Maserati."

"I thought you might approve more of this." I close her door and get in the driver's seat. I didn't have much of a plan for the evening. Skye would be outraged if I took her somewhere nice.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, what do you feel like eating?"

Skye doesn't say anything, I assume she's thinking about where she wants to go. We drive in silence for a couple of blocks and I ask her again.

"A burger? Mexican? Something fancy?"

"How about someplace fast?" I glance over at her, but she's staring out the windshield. Did I hear her right?

"There's a grilled chicken place just up ahead."

"Sounds ideal."

We pull into the parking lot and I start to feel guilty for bringing her here on our first actual date. But, like she said, it's the fastest option.

The place smells like chargrill and barbecue sauce. It's not very busy, and we're led to a small booth off on our own.

It's a good thing she's on the other side of the table, I don't know how much longer I can resist touching her again. I want to hear more of those noises she made back in her studio.

I hardly notice the waiter appear until he speaks. "Good evening, welcome to the Chicken Chums, have you decided?"

"A whole chicken and fries to share." Good fucking God. Did I really just order that? And on a date? With a woman I actually care about?

"What's the matter?" Skye asks. The look on my face must have been clear.

"I'm at the fucking Chicken Chums."

"Feeling out of place?"

"No, feeling out in public."

"Good thing you ordered the fastest thing on the menu."

"That was the idea."

Our chicken arrives in record time. We talk as we eat, about her leaving Michigan to come pursue her dream of making it as an artist. I tell her about my hotels and how we're moving away from prints in favor of original art in my luxury properties.

The more she talks, the more her voice sounds like angels singing. Opinionated angels, but still. It's great. She's great.

Skye picks at her fries and I pick at my chicken. I've about had enough of this dump.

"Are we done eating yet?" Skye asks.

I look at her and shake my head. This fucking woman is unreal. No. She is real. Unlike all the women I normally date, who are a bunch of plastic ‘smile and agree with whatever the billionaire says' robots.

We get back in my Range Rover. I didn't really have a plan for tonight, beyond dinner somewhere shitty. I head for my house.

"I'll show you where I live. Maybe you can paint me a picture of it."

"As long as there are no columns."

"Sorry, no columns."

As we pull onto my property I hear her make a strange noise before saying, "Holy fuck, are you kidding me?"

"This is my house."

"It's bigger than Kelso's."

"Everything about me is bigger than Kelso."

"Sounds like you two have a real pissing match going on."

"No piss, just a big-ass lawsuit."

I open the front door and lead her inside.

"What? No butler?"

"I gave him the night off, didn't want to scare you away."

"How thoughtful of you, sir."

Jesus fucking Christ. In one motion, I push the door shut behind us and draw her into my arms.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to have you alone?" I say, my voice a low growl.

Skye moans and bundled against me, I usher her down my hall. My dick is already tenting my suit pants and ready for her. Is it too forward to take her upstairs? I lead her into my TV room. There's a big sectional couch that's good for this sort of thing.

I let go of her long enough to shed my suit jacket. It lands on the floor and I ignore it, all six thousand bucks of it.

Skye is watching me, and holds my gaze when I look at her. She doesn't look away, sending fire through my veins.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I say, running my index finger down her cheek.

She chews on her bottom lip, and I pull it free with my finger. Hooking my finger through hers, I pull her hand away from her face and crush her body against mine.

The swell of her tits press into my chest, calling me. The dress has to go. With both hands, I lift under her dress and pull it over her head in one move. She gasps as I toss it behind me.

"Let me see you," I say, stepping back.

My eyes rake over her and she stands frozen in place. Pink panties and a matching bra. I can't help but run my hand along the line between her bra and her tit.

Her skin is coated in goosebumps. I slip my fingers deeper into her bra, searching for her nipple. I find the little nub and roll it between my index and middle fingers.

"You're beautiful. Perfect."

It hardens and I flip her bra cup out of the way. Leaning, I trail kisses down her neck and over her chest, slipping her bra straps over her shoulders as I go. When I reach her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.

Skye makes a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan. I stand and nudge her back onto the couch with my body. She lands in a sitting position, her legs slightly apart.

I pull her so her ass hangs partway off the edge, then kneel in front of her, ready for the long-awaited taste of her sweet pussy.

Her skin is soft against my cheeks, but more than that, she's trembling. I squeeze the tops of her thighs as I move my hands up her legs. When I reach her pink panties, I yank them away, revealing her folds.

Skye flinches when I brush my finger over her lips. I push her legs wide and nibble up the inside of her thigh. She gasps audibly as I near her pussy. I lick and bite around her, spiraling my mouth closer and closer.

When my tongue darts down her slit, her entire body shivers. With my tongue, I probe through her sweet folds until I find her clit. She tastes even better than I'd imagined. I hold her clit in place while I flick it with my tongue.

With my other hand, I locate her entrance. She squeals when my finger enters her while I continue to flick her clit with my tongue. I try to insert a second finger, probe inside her and pause. My tongue stops and my brow furrows.

Is she a virgin? I move my finger around, trying to tell. Fuck me, she's most definitely a virgin. That must be why she's shaking. At this realization, my dick swells to its full rock-hard length in my pants, on the edge of exploding.

I suck her clit hard into my mouth as I press my finger against her silky g-spot. Her squealing and moaning gets louder and louder until I have to adjust my dick to keep it from blowing.

Her thighs move tight around my neck, and I use my free hand to hold one down. She's close, her tight walls start pulsating around my finger. Is this the first time a man has ever made her come?

This pussy is mine.

I'm going to hold her on the edge so long she won't know what the fuck is happening to her.

I take my finger away, but still torture her clit with my tongue. As soon as her moaning calms, I slide my finger back in her. My tongue flicks her clit as my finger probes for her sweet spot.

When the spasming around my finger gets too fast, I take it away. I release her clit and tease her folds until my tongue comes to her opening.

She squirms while I tongue fuck her, and I roll her clit between my fingers. When she gasps, I let go. She's trembling, and I'm positive it's not from nerves anymore.

I'm not ready to let her come yet, but the ache in my balls is getting worse by the second. I'm going to need to bury my cock in her and soon.

For what I decide is the last time, I clamp my lips around her clit and suck it into my mouth at the same time as I push my finger back into her.

She's about to be hit, and I'm making sure she's hit hard. I flick fast and hard with my tongue and at the same time my finger rubs against her g-spot. I feel her melting at my touch.

Skye screams as her body bucks. I flatten my hand on her, holding her down while her walls spasm, trapping my finger inside.   





 

Fucking hell, if she screams this much over one finger, what's she going to do when I fill her with my oversized cock?

When she calms, I kiss up her soft belly and over her tits, pausing to lick each nipple before carrying up her neck. Her lips part, luring my mouth to hers. Our tongues briefly dance before I break away and kiss across her cheek to her ear.

"Why didn't you tell me you're a virgin?"





Gone at Last

(Skye)



"It never came up," I answer. My breathing is rapid, and it's a struggle to get the words out.

Ordinarily, I would've turned all shades of red over his question, but my body is too overwhelmed for that. There are no words for the bliss he just filled me with.

I'm in the most awkward position, half on and half off his couch, and I don't even care.