She silently thanked me with her eye contact. I lost myself in the deep blue that was intensified by the dress. She found our seats, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her beauty—the curves, the fair skin, the dark hair. Laney was a vision. Not only that, but she was a goddamned mechanic and baked like a wiz, too. She was funny and unique and a firecracker in bed. There was a cherry jackpot and I’d won it tonight.
The food wasn’t quite as awful as Laney predicted. We both ate the steak and skipped the sides, making small talk with our neighbors. We were the only unmarried couple at the table. Everyone asked us how long we’d been dating. The uninspired speeches nearly put me to sleep after the meal, but staring at Laney’s cleavage in the dress had me fantasizing about fucking her tits, and I was sporting a rather embarrassing erection.
When Laney rested her head on my shoulder during one of the more painful presenters, I whispered in her ear, “If you want to ditch the dance and go make out in the car like teenagers, I’m cool with that.”
She laughed out loud at a convenient moment of silence that made everyone at the table look at us. “I’m game. Looks like they’re wrapping up anyway.”
On our mission to flee the building, we ran smack into her tuxedo-clad father. The man had thick white hair, a severe face, and Laney’s midnight-blue eyes.
“Inspiring speakers, don’t you think?” he asked us. He had an unlit cigar in his hand.
“Uplifting,” Laney agreed.
I’d be uplifting that skirt in front of her father if we didn’t get out of here quick. I pulled her in front of me to hide how I was tenting my pants.
“Now, Roads, let me ask you this… Have you and my daughter given any thought to conjoining endeavors? Perhaps combining the two enterprises under an umbrella corporation might be in both your best interests.”
“Dad, please—” Laney tried, but I interrupted her.
“I’m glad you bring that up, Judge Mills. We’ve talked extensively about conjoining. In fact, it’s been on my mind constantly. Uniting the two into one, coupling the enterprises, as you mentioned.”
If it weren’t so obvious, I thought Laney might have stomped on my foot.
“Well, I think it’s a fine idea,” Mr. Roads said, looking slightly perplexed. “A collaboration could be a prosperous and exciting endeavor.”
“I couldn’t agree more wholeheartedly, Judge Mills. I’m glad you brought it up. I’m also feeling excited at the possibilities,” I said to probably the only other man Laney had ever called “daddy.”
This time, Laney stomped, caring not about her father noticing.
We excused ourselves, and Laney dragged me up the spiral staircase near the entrance. The venue appeared to have once been a private residence but now served as a museum.
“Cherry, don’t get mad. He walked right into it.”
“I’m not mad,” she said. When she looked back at me, she had a certain devilish glint in her eye. I watched her ass move under that blue fabric, and I wanted to spank it.
She seemed to know her way around this place, and I didn’t protest. I loved an adventurous woman, and Cherry’s got guts.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked her.
“To the library.”
“I forgot my card.”
“It’s okay. We’re a joint enterprise.”
She closed the door behind us without turning on the light. It took me a moment to adjust to the absence of light, but soon I could make out an elaborate gilded parlor room, a grand fireplace, loveseats and armchairs, and walls lined with books.
She moved into the room after retracting the line divider meant to keep tourists out.
“Cherry, you’re bad.”
On the carpet in front of the long cold fireplace, she dropped to her knees and yanked the fly of my pants. My erection bobbed free, and she caressed me in her hands. Her tongue darted out to touch the tip, and my muscles tensed. I grabbed the back of her neck, fully intent on messing up both her hair and makeup. When she took me in her mouth, I wished I had something to brace myself on. Cherry’s tongue was wicked as she swirled it around the tip and then sucked in my full length. Using a fist in her hair for leverage, I guided my cock in and out of her succulent mouth. With just a few strokes, I could already come all over her face. I’d been engorged all night to the point of pain for wanting her, and sinking into her sweet mouth was the ultimate satisfaction.
“Cherry, open up wide and take as much as you can.” Seeing her wrapped around my cock just about undid me. I reached into her dress and grabbed her breast in my hand. When her nipple hardened under my palm, I squeezed it hard between my fingertips. “You’re so hot, baby. I love your mouth, I love your tight cunt. You want to ride this big dick again? You want me to fuck you?”