“Don’t tell Gucci that. It might hurt their marketing.”
“I think this half flight of stairs looks like Mt. Everest right about now,” I change the subject.
“You don’t want to come up?” she frowns, sticking out her bottom lip in such a cute way. Cute? What the hell has gotten into me? I’ve never used that term in my life, and now it’s freely flowing through my thoughts…because I’m looking at her.
I’m pretty sure Gucci didn’t expect the woman who wore the dress to have their hair clipped in barrettes and a black dress matched with what appears to be a white Casio F91w watch, the iconic one that you can still get for ten bucks if you look hard enough. And believe me, I’m looking really hard right now, at her. So hard my eyeballs are about ready to pop out of their sockets.
“I can’t wait to come,” I say, taking the stairs three at a time, not wanting any more space between the two of us. A split second later and I’ve got her wrapped in my arms, looking down at her and without hesitation, my lips come crashing down on hers.
She tastes so sweet, so perfect, and that dress she’s got on needs to come off. Now. But I have to summon every ounce of strength inside me to wait, to pull my lips from hers.
“Well,” she says, her face flush. “That was exciting.” Her dilated pupils telling me everything I need to know.
“That’s only the beginning,” I say, pulling a small box from my pocket and handing it to her.
“What’s this?”
“Something I forgot to have the FedEx man deliver. Or maybe something I’d rather deliver myself, to see your expression.”
As she slowly opens the box my eyes stay glued to those pouty lips which look like they’ve been sucking on strawberries all day long. How they’re so red and so full is anybody’s guess, but what isn’t a guess is that nobody will ever get to taste them like I just did. That’s a guarantee.
My depraved mind imagines those lips wrapped around my rod, licking up each side of my shaft before deepthroating me, or at least as much as she can. I imagine her gagging on my thick girth and my long inches, but staying in there like a trooper, doing everything she can to please Daddy.
Thoughts of hollowed out cheeks and covering the back of her throat with my warm gift, then watching her drink it down, explode in my brain…her hollowed out cheeks the sexiest visual my warped mind has ever conceived.
As she pops open the velvet box her eyes curiously take in what’s inside.
“What is it?” she says softly, admiring it, but also trying to figure out all that it means at the same time.
“It’s Jade, your birthstone, and also the color of your eyes. And the wrap is 6A long fiber mulberry silk, with a thickness of 22 momme made from non-toxic dyes.”
“Somebody in the room is a jeweler and it’s not me,” she giggles. “It’s amazing.” I wait for the discovery, and right on time, it comes. “Wait. It says something on the back.”
“It does?” I feign ignorance. “Why don’t you read it out loud so I know too.”
Slowly a smile creeps over her face and then her eyes rise to meet mine. “It says…Property of Jake Stone.”
“And along the bottom edge?”
She turns the jewel over in her palm and smiles even more. “My little Jewel.” She pauses. “Well, it’s nice to know you’re not giving these out to everyone in the street.”
“I”m not giving them out to everyone because you’re the only one,” I say. “Now quit being sassy and turn around,” I command, grabbing her hand and spinning her.
“Whoo!” She laughs. “Could you see my panties?”
“Exactly what I was looking for. And exactly what I want.”
“To see my panties?” she questions.
“To own them.”
“To…”
I extend four fingers on my other hand and move them in a come hither motion. “Hand them over, little girl. They’re mine now.”
“But they’re so pretty and fit me so perfectly.”
“And now that you’ve worn them they’re a work of art that I need hanging in our home.”