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Ask nicely.
A groan slips past my lips, and I shake my head, blowing out a breath.
Will you please come over and put me out of my misery?
Sunshine
Not nice enough. Try again.
Will you please come over so I don’t get any more calluses?
Sunshine
Please explain how that was nicer than the last message? You get one more try or I’m fulfilling my needs elsewhere.
My nostrils flare involuntarily as images flash through my mind of Elise with another man.Absolutely-fucking-not.
Sunshine, will you please come over to my place so I can please that gorgeous pussy of yours, and bow at your feet? It would be my honour.
Sunshine
Apology and pleading accepted. I’ll be over soon. Send me your address.
And here’s a little something as a reward for being such a good boy.
A photo comes through, the little circle spinning to tell me it’s loading, and I’m becoming more and more antsy as the seconds tick by.
When the photo loads, my cock throbs and I have to pinch my eyes shut, unsure of how I’ll ever recover knowing I now have a photo of Elise’s dripping cunt beneath the skirt of her faux leather mini dress on my phone. I may form a porn addiction to this single photo, and I’ve never been so elated to be someone’sgood boy.
Thirty minutes later, Elise appears on my doorstep in said mini dress. Her blue eyes look stormy, and her dark hair is piled high on her head, with tendrils framing her creamy, heart-shaped face beautifully.
“Hey, there,” she says, her lips curving in a playful smirk. “You planning to continue drooling in the doorway, or are you going to invite me in?”
I open the door wide for her to slip in. “Brat,” I grunt out, not bothering to correct her because I’m nearly certain Iwasdrooling.
She steps inside, shrugging off her black peacoat, giving me the most perfect view of that tiny dress in all its glory.Dressis a bit of a stretch. It’s basically a mere scrap of fabric.
“I won’t deny that,” she says, taking off her combat boots and lining them up at the door. She makes her way into the kitchen, opening up the black cabinets one by one. I lean against the counter, watching her as she shamelessly searches for something. What, I’m not sure.
When she makes it to the mugs, she pulls one out and opens my fridge, filling it with the water pitcher inside before guzzling half the glass down. She then grabs the electric kettle beside the stove, filling it from the tap and turning it on.
“Someone’s thirsty,” I remark, a teasing tone in my voice. There’s a strange sense of satisfaction tangling in my chest as I watch her rummage through my cupboards, making herself at home.
She peers over her shoulder at me, smirking and tossing me a wink before pulling down a box of lavender Earl Grey, closing the door, and setting her mug on the counter. She twists to face me, hopping up on the cool marble countertop, and crooks a finger at me.
I willingly oblige, stepping between her legs, and the heat between them warms my abdomen. Her hands slide up mychest, digging into my shoulders and wrapping around my neck, pulling my face into her. I nuzzle her neck, anchoring my hands on either side of her hips.
It feels like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be with her like this. Kissing her neck, allowing the unfamiliar calmness she brings to wrap around me like a soft blanket. If I’m not careful, I may start to like this a bit too much. Hell, I already have.
Elise’s fingers curl into my hair, playing with the ends, then rubbing soft circles in my scalp with her nails. I release a sigh, and just as I do, she jumps.
“Ah!” she shrieks, her wide eyes meeting mine before flickering back beside her.
She clutches a hand to her chest, letting out a relieved sigh, her breasts heaving beneath the tight squared top of her dress. “She scared the crap out of me,” she says, shaking her head. The side of her lips turn in a lopsided grin that shows off her dimpled cheek. “I didn’t peg you as a cat guy,” she says, sinking her fingers into Mrs. Purrito’s silky grey-and-white fur.
“I didn’t exactly get a say in the matter.” I try to sound annoyed by it, but in reality, Carlos’s demands for me to adopt this damn cat were a small blessing. I’ll never admit that, but I think I needed her more than she needed me, and he knew it.
Elise doesn’t ask for anything further, and it’s something I appreciate about her. “I like her. She’s sweet. I’d have thought you’d be more of a Doberman kind of guy, but this sweet angel sort of suits you. Like the yang to your yin,” she muses.