He knew what he wanted to do with her dirty mouth and it was have those lips wrapped around his cock.
“A whore takes whatever client who wants her. I won’t be sharing you. You’ll belong to me. You won’t be a whore. In a way, you’ll be my wife.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes. Without the need for a ring or any of that other bullshit people seem to like.”
She stared down at the card. “This makes me a little uncomfortable.”
“But knowing I want to have sex with you doesn’t?”
“No.”
He stared at her, even more intrigued. Glancing down, he admired her curves in the tight jeans and revealing top she wore. It was a camisole top with thin straps but molded to her body.
One of the straps was falling down her shoulder, and every couple of seconds, she moved it back up into place.
He wanted to peel her clothes off.
Why not have a look at the goods?
“Strip.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
She still held the credit card, and he stood back as she looked back at the windows.
“We’re far enough up, no one can see us. You’re safe.” He would have to set some ground rules with her. There was no way he’d let anyone look at her or even glance at her. She belonged to him and only him.
He wasn’t very good at sharing. Never had been.
She put the credit card on the nearest table, and then, working with her jeans first, she unsnapped the button.
He watched her as she swung her hips from side to side as she wriggled out of the jeans, kicking them off.
The torture was prolonged as she picked them up, folding them. He didn’t need to know if she was neat or not. What he needed was for her to just get naked.
Next, she lifted up her camisole shirt, doing exactly the same as with the jeans, folding it neatly.
She stood before him in a pair of white ankle socks, an off-grey bra, and the same colored panties.
Ugly underwear aside, Marco didn’t have a problem with her. She was fucking stunning.
“I said strip. I didn’t say you could stop.”
Her cheeks were red, but she didn’t voice a complaint or ask him to stop.
He watched her, completely entranced.
She flicked the catch of her bra first, and she had beautiful, tight, red nipples. They were made for his mouth. She pulled her panties off, and then with her hands once again clasped in front of her, pressing those tits together, she kept her head bowed.
Like the perfect little submissive.
He’d called her pet, but he was no Dominant. He liked to fuck and use a little bondage, but he wasn’t a master.
He grabbed her arms and moved her into the center of the room so he could get a good look at her.
Some men wouldn’t want her, as she was on the larger side, but he had a thing for her curves. He wanted to get his hands all over her, to have her spread out for him, at his mercy, begging for his touch.
He wouldn’t have cared if she was a virgin or not, but knowing no one else had touched her, well, that was one of the best fucking dreams in the world.
She would belong only to him. He took her hands, lifting them up so he could see every single part of her.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
Marco walked around her. He placed a hand on her stomach, and he couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like swollen with his child. Avoiding her pussy and tits, he already saw how erect her nipples were, and the apartment wasn’t cold.
He liked to keep it a certain temperature as he didn’t like the cold himself.
Walking behind her, he placed a palm on her ass, feeling the curves.
She let out a little gasp as he slid his hand down her thighs, then up, inspecting her as a man would some kind of brood mare.
When he stepped back in front of her, he knew he’d pissed her off.
“I more than like.” Taking her hand, he placed it on his rock-hard dick for her to touch. “Feel that. It’s what you do to me every single time I’m in the same room.”
He expected her to just hold him, to keep her palm resting on his dick. Petal was full of surprises as she began to rub him through his clothing. Slow at first, but then she gripped him tightly.
Not so tightly there was pain, but enough to know she wasn’t afraid of him.
He liked it. He wanted more of it.
Stroking her cheek, he tilted her head back, wanting her lips. Just as he was about to take the kiss he wanted, his phone rang.
He sighed. “Duty calls.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled away from temptation and went and dealt with business.
After all, business would always come first.