“You’re still applying for a job?” my father asked me when I got off the phone. He was in the living room, having a mug of coffee and watching a baseball game.
“Yeah,” I mindlessly answered and fixed my own cup of coffee before I sat down on the couch next to him. “That was Doctor Phillip Holland –you know, that philanthropist we met together at the city gala party last year? He’s collaborating with some other doctors and businessmen to open a really nice medical center and he said they’ve scheduled an interview for me. I might even get in as head nurse.”
My father looked at me with a stern face and for a moment I felt confused. Well, I was confused until he could hold his thoughts no longer and voiced out his concerns. “So if you’re still applying, how in the world did you get all this money to pay all our bills and debts? Are you whoring yourself out? Goddamn it, Lyla, you better not be selling your body out. I put you through college, damn it!”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?” I demanded of him.
My father pointed a finger at me accusingly, “I ran into Mikaela the other day at the grocery store. She said you might have gone to that gentleman’s club. I know what they do there. I can only hope you’re not being dumb enough to resort to prostitution.”
Rage filled my face and I had to really hold myself from slapping him. I shut my eyes, took a few deep breaths and then said, “You have no idea what I’m going through right now. You have no right to say such bullshit to me.”
I gave him one last look and then stormed out of the house, leaving him in shock. I drove my car straight to the medical center, which was still in construction in a few places, and headed straight for Doctor Holland’s office to finish the interview.
Perhaps it was a wrong idea to storm in there with a hot head but in the end the doctor seemed quite pleased with our conversation. He even showed me what my potential salary would be and even asked if I was comfortable taking on the position of head nurse. Unfortunately, he didn’t hand me the job right then and there and simply said he’d call me. It was a little disheartening, knowing he was still going to interview a few other potential people to take the job, but I had a lot of confidence that he’d choose me.
There was still light when I left the medical center and I didn’t exactly want to go home and sulk there either. I didn’t want to be alone. I realized then that deep inside I wanted to be with Preston.
I took out my phone, texted him to ask if he was at his suite. He quickly replied and said he was on his way there. With a big smile on my face, I decided to go visit and maybe spend the rest of the weekend at his place.
“I can’t believe I want to spend more time with Preston Maxwell,” I whispered to myself in disbelief. “Did I turn into my friends, the kind of girls who fall so quickly for the hot and charming guy?”
Well, it didn’t matter now. Preston already took my virginity and now, somehow, he was winning my heart.
14
Preston
I got to the suite before Lyla did and took the opportunity to tidy up a bit and took a quick shower. I just stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when she entered the suite. Almost immediately, I felt a whirl of arousal in my gut the moment I saw her.
Lyla was wea
ring the sexiest black dress I had ever seen on a woman. It was almost too seductive. It made me want to fuck her without taking it off!
“Cat got your tongue?” she asked when I still didn’t say a word after a good minute or two staring at her.
“Well,” I struggled to find the right words as I stared at her legs and her cleavage. “A different kind of pussy cat definitely did.”
She smiled and for the first time since I met her she licked her lips and seduced me with her every move. From the way she looked at me to the way she moved her hips and the way she came in close to whisper into my ears and kiss me, it was all to get me even harder and more excited to just take her.
Her face was just an inch away from mine. Staring into her eyes I nearly lost myself. She was just so captivating… so magical in a way that it just lit me up from the inside. With her so close I didn’t know whether to kiss or grab her close and just smile.
This time, however, she took the initiative and with her cute little hands she took off my towel, letting my cock dangle between my legs. Before I could even comment on her actions she got down on her knees and began to lick my shaft, from the base to the very tip, and then popped it into her mouth.
“O-oh, fuck yes,” I exclaimed in pleasure and both my hands went down on her head, pressing her deeper. Her head began to bob up and down as she slobbered over my meat and I had no intention of stopping her.
Luckily, a quick blowjob wasn’t the only plan she had in mind. Before I knew it we were on the couch, throwing her clothes to the floor and getting busy. With her taking the initiative she was the one on top and I watched and marveled as this sexy beast grinded and danced on top of me. I gripped her ass and squeezed her tits as she bounced up and down, swirling on my cock.
Yet soon enough, as an hour or two passed – I lost all sense of time – I wanted to fuck. Quickly I pushed her down on the floor, spread her legs wide and thrust my cock deep into her, feeling her wet flesh grip onto mine. I gave her a tight hold and wrapped fingers around her neck. I began to choke her to force her mouth open wide. This made her moan even louder than before. When I spilled my cum, it was so deep in her pussy and all over open mouth. It was like having sex with the ultimate sex toy, a girl so delicious and rare I knew I would never find someone like her again.
“Say you love it,” I told her as I stroked my cock and let the remaining cum just drip onto her tongue.
“I love it,” she told me, obediently and willingly.
“Say you’re my slut,” I told her again.
“I’m your slut,” she said and looked up at me with a smile. To see her so wet, so horny and completely covered in my seed turned me on even more. I caressed her cute little face and pushed her back, ready to plow into her once more.
By the time she got up the next morning, I was just about done making pancakes and I welcomed her to sit by my side in the living room and eat.