can be ready in five to ten minutes.”
Abruptly, Melissa straddled me, and I was balls deep in her warm, wet pussy
once again.
“Oh Melissa,” I moaned. “You're the best, bébé”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I slapped her on the ass, growled at her, and got busy
making her scream. I didn't want to keep Charles waiting too long.
WE ARE DROPPED off at Lexington and East 32nd just down from
the New York Design Center building. The place was empty as we wander from
showroom to showroom looking at magnificent pieces of French furnishings. One
of my earlier phones calls was to a close friend who wields vast influence in
the world of interior designers and who could make big things happen on short
notice. One call had opened the doors of various French showrooms to us on a
Sunday afternoon.
As we took it all in, Melissa told me what she liked and
didn't like, and I gave my input.
“Oh bébé, let's get these leopard sheets. They are wild like
you.” I loved to make her blush. The mixture of her innocence and sexiness was
very appealing. “I'm thinking we should order a four poster bed. Tying you to
the bed could be fun.”
I saw her face turn to confusion and sadness as she turned
to look at other items. She didn't realize I was close enough to hear her
whisper under her breath. “What good will that do me when you leave? I don't
want the ghost of you haunting my place.”
As I studied the side of her face and took in the words she
had just whispered, I started to wonder about what had taken place in the last
36 hours. Everything had changed. Everything I thought was true had been turned
upside down. I had met a woman I had no intentions of ever leaving, and at this
moment I couldn't imagine my life without her. But I could understand her whispered
words. She knew my track record with women. Hell. Anyone who read the tabloids
knew my history although I do have to say not all of it is true. Some of the
women in the photos were just for publicity, or I was snapped at the wrong
moment. Melissa was nothing like anyone I had ever dated, fucked or just been
around. She didn't care who I was. Sure, she made comments about my photo in
Bergdorf’s window, but she didn't treat me as if I was some sort of God. She
was sassy toward me. She challenged me. She let me be me. And I trusted her. I
never thought I would find all of that in the same woman.
Then again, I’d never thought of being with one woman
forever and the thought of that scared me. Even though I have no plan to hurt
her, I knew I could. But I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to make
everything right in her life. I wanted to take away her pain. Was she just a
project for me? A new campaign? Was I trying to make another thing in my life
perfect? If I'm questioning myself, she had to be questioning my motives as
well. The truth of the matter was, in my heart, I knew I was falling in love
with her.
Coming out of my thoughts, I looked at her and took in the
beauty of the lady standing before me. It's time to make her smile, so loudly I
questioned her. “Hey bébé, should we get a movie to watch tonight? Action
packed? Drama? Romantic comedy? Or maybe some porn?”
“Ssssh. Do you need to broadcast that? You're such a bad
boy!”
“Do you want to spank me, bébé?”
“Maybe after you feed me.”
“Good idea. Are you ready to head back home?”
“Oui, monsieur. I'm thinking we should get a movie and food
delivery. Let's take advantage of our last night together.”
“Ooooh. What do you have in mind, bébé?” I wrapped my arms
around Melissa and she laughed. She has the best laugh. I stepped away from her
briefly to call Charles. I let him know we’re ready to head home and we set off
to meet him. Once in the car, Melissa snuggled up to me. She felt and smelt so
good. I loved how I could smell her scent on my clothing.
“Hey bébé, I'm not ready to be away from you.” I felt her
instantly tense in my arms. “I think you
Abruptly, Melissa straddled me, and I was balls deep in her warm, wet pussy
once again.
“Oh Melissa,” I moaned. “You're the best, bébé”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I slapped her on the ass, growled at her, and got busy
making her scream. I didn't want to keep Charles waiting too long.
WE ARE DROPPED off at Lexington and East 32nd just down from
the New York Design Center building. The place was empty as we wander from
showroom to showroom looking at magnificent pieces of French furnishings. One
of my earlier phones calls was to a close friend who wields vast influence in
the world of interior designers and who could make big things happen on short
notice. One call had opened the doors of various French showrooms to us on a
Sunday afternoon.
As we took it all in, Melissa told me what she liked and
didn't like, and I gave my input.
“Oh bébé, let's get these leopard sheets. They are wild like
you.” I loved to make her blush. The mixture of her innocence and sexiness was
very appealing. “I'm thinking we should order a four poster bed. Tying you to
the bed could be fun.”
I saw her face turn to confusion and sadness as she turned
to look at other items. She didn't realize I was close enough to hear her
whisper under her breath. “What good will that do me when you leave? I don't
want the ghost of you haunting my place.”
As I studied the side of her face and took in the words she
had just whispered, I started to wonder about what had taken place in the last
36 hours. Everything had changed. Everything I thought was true had been turned
upside down. I had met a woman I had no intentions of ever leaving, and at this
moment I couldn't imagine my life without her. But I could understand her whispered
words. She knew my track record with women. Hell. Anyone who read the tabloids
knew my history although I do have to say not all of it is true. Some of the
women in the photos were just for publicity, or I was snapped at the wrong
moment. Melissa was nothing like anyone I had ever dated, fucked or just been
around. She didn't care who I was. Sure, she made comments about my photo in
Bergdorf’s window, but she didn't treat me as if I was some sort of God. She
was sassy toward me. She challenged me. She let me be me. And I trusted her. I
never thought I would find all of that in the same woman.
Then again, I’d never thought of being with one woman
forever and the thought of that scared me. Even though I have no plan to hurt
her, I knew I could. But I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to make
everything right in her life. I wanted to take away her pain. Was she just a
project for me? A new campaign? Was I trying to make another thing in my life
perfect? If I'm questioning myself, she had to be questioning my motives as
well. The truth of the matter was, in my heart, I knew I was falling in love
with her.
Coming out of my thoughts, I looked at her and took in the
beauty of the lady standing before me. It's time to make her smile, so loudly I
questioned her. “Hey bébé, should we get a movie to watch tonight? Action
packed? Drama? Romantic comedy? Or maybe some porn?”
“Ssssh. Do you need to broadcast that? You're such a bad
boy!”
“Do you want to spank me, bébé?”
“Maybe after you feed me.”
“Good idea. Are you ready to head back home?”
“Oui, monsieur. I'm thinking we should get a movie and food
delivery. Let's take advantage of our last night together.”
“Ooooh. What do you have in mind, bébé?” I wrapped my arms
around Melissa and she laughed. She has the best laugh. I stepped away from her
briefly to call Charles. I let him know we’re ready to head home and we set off
to meet him. Once in the car, Melissa snuggled up to me. She felt and smelt so
good. I loved how I could smell her scent on my clothing.
“Hey bébé, I'm not ready to be away from you.” I felt her
instantly tense in my arms. “I think you
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