Fuck! He lives in Boston. I think as I climb off his lap in the least graceful manner ever. My legs are fucking shaking. I need to come, desperately. I don’t know why this man gets me so worked up, but now isn’t the time. It’s becoming clear to me that I am just a vacation booty. Just because I may have feelings doesn’t mean he does. I need to take a deep breath, because for some reason I feel like crying.
“Well, I am twenty-two. I just graduated from college and I am currently job hunting, sort of.” I manage to choke out.
“Sort of?” What does that mean?” He asks.
“My meeting this morning was about an investment opportunity I am really excited about. It could be really lucrative in my field of study, which is rare ya know.”
“What field is that?’”
“Business management and fashion. I want to help start a fashion label.”
“Have you consulted a lawyer who specializes in Fashion or Business Law?” He asks. He seems genuinely interested in this.
“Fashion Law? Is that a real thing?”
“Of course. They have the knowledge you will need to protect your intellectual property as well as the finances.”
“You seem like you know about it.” I say, touching his arm. Just touching his skin makes me feel better.
“I studied it at law school. I’ll admit it appeals to me, but my family would never let that slide. Instead, I took all the classes available but focused on corporate law overall.”
“Let me guess…All those models, right?” I say, smiling.
“Maybe.” He says, laughing before continuing. “That’s not all. It’s an easy industry to get dicked over in. Most creative types in my experience are all about their craft. They don’t worry about the details, until it’s too late. I love that am proudly above the cut in that aspect.” I smile. I can tell he is a good man. There are so many cutthroat attorneys out there and he is breath of fresh air.
I reach over and take a bite of cheesecake using a hot pink plastic fork. I am not hungry, but I need to do something with my hands before I lose my mind. He takes a long pull of a bottle of domestic beer that I didn’t see when he originally opened the basket. I peek into the basket and see that there is more where that came from. I pull one out and pop the top. The cold beer slides down my throat, but I want his kisses more.
“You are a good guy, Perry. It’s nice to get to know you.”
“You say that like this is ending.” He says as he strokes his index finger down my cheek.
“It is. You live in Boston and I live here. It’s simple geography.”
“Angel, if you think I will let something as simple as geography stand in the way of this, you will soon realize the kind of man I really am.”
“Yeah?” He makes me breathless.
“Yeah.” He kisses me slowly as I come closer to him.
“You are so fucking beautiful and all fucking mine. Don’t forget that Angel.”
“Yours. Got it. Fuck me, please.” Before I know it my tank top is gone and he is sliding my shorts down my legs. I kick my boots off and yank the button open oh his shorts. He somehow manages to get his shorts and boxers off. When he sits back down his cock is hard and huge. I fucking want it. I am so wet and slide my panties to the side to slowly fill my pussy with his cock.
“Fuck, Angel. Your pussy is so tight.” He growls at me.
“Yeah? Damn, Perry. I want you to fuck me in every position you can think of. Own me.”
“Fuck yes. You’ve got a dirty mouth. I think you’re a secret bad girl, aren’t you baby? You’re begging to be bred tonight.” He says as he thrusts his hips up meeting every downward push of mine. I arch my back as his hands grip my hips, while I bounce up and down on him. His filthy words make me even wetter and I really didn’t think that was possible.
“I’m so fucking close, Perry.” We are risking a lot because he has taken me each time without protection. Honestly, having his baby doesn’t freak me out like it should. Instead, it feels so right. When his lips go around my nipple, I lose it. I am coming like crazy as I am screaming out nonsense, while he whispers into my ear. I can’t really make out what he is saying, but it sounded a lot like love. We still have so much to discuss, but for right now in this moment it is enough. Consequences be damned. When I feel his cock explode inside me, my pussy clenches around him and just like that I am coming again. Fuck, being this happy can’t be good. Because, when this all falls around me it going to hurt like hell.