Nineteen

I was sure I was going to meet some old frail men like Mr. Burns who was old-fashioned and just wanted to make it to the millionaire's map in the country. Cole was in the motorist's seat and I was trying my style to fix my top to make sure I was still looking neat and smart.

“ What are you doing?” He noticed my movement and the wriggling I had been making.

“ I'm just trying to look as neat as I can for the meeting.”

Cole let out a chortle. Also, he looked at me compactly, turning his eyes from the road. His eyes dallied around my body and a wide grin plastered his damn handsome face.

“ What, it's only professional,” I said trying to fix my hair in a neat bun.

“ It's a virtual meeting with Ellen.”

So? The camera was to be turned on meaning they would still see if I looked smart or lousy.

“ Still Sir, I need to look smart,” I replied. I turned my eyes to look at the road we were driving in and I also recalled that this was the road that led to his house.

“ Stay, where is the meeting being held?”

. “ My house.” Was his simple reply.

******

Cole eventually situated the auto and held me while carrying the lines and he carried his briefcase for himself. Now he was being a gentleman.

I took note of small details like his huge front yard, his simple-looking white house.

“ Please come by.” Cole signaled after opening the door. I had been in his house ahead, I recalled the slate settee, the glass table. Also, the hallway that led to his bedroom.

“ Nice house.” I dumbly reflected. I placed my bag on the settee and looked around at the painted pictures on the wall. Don't tell me he did painting too.

“ I would not be surprised if you told me you paint too, you feel to be a man of numerous trades.” Also, I felt Cole's hand move around my midriff also pull me to him. Were we starting the meeting now?

Cole gently kissed my neck as his hands gentled my guts. Oh my goodness those hands of his. I was still trying to figure out if Cole had brought me back to his house for a factual meeting or to fuck the life out of me.

“ Why, why are we then Cole?” I asked in between my heavy breaths, I was sluggishly getting lost in the pleasure of the moment but I demanded to know.

“ Do not act dumb Ellen, I want you.”

“ What about everything we agreed on?” I asked him to look him in the eye.

“ Failed.” He said that and captured my lips with his.

Before I could withdraw my mind from its far-off places, his arms were around me formerly, as sure as I was that I was formerly tagging at his belt. I was formerly feeling the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging drift of warmth that left me limp. I wasn't shamefaced and neither was he. I wasn't shamefaced of anything except expression. For as long as fate brought me back with this hot, succulent man. In his nice looking house and I was sure I wanted him. Also yes, we were going to fuck.

Our kissing also turned to slow, light, and gentle as his hands were busy working their way with my butt, stroking them. The kissing also with a nippy gradation of intensity that made me cleave to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy persuading world, turned to hard, fast and so damn crazed. His pertinacious mouth was parting my now shaking lips, transferring wild temblors along with my jitters literally everyplace, eliciting from my sensations I had no way known I was able of feeling from just being kissed by some damn good. And before a swimming giddiness spun me round and round, I knew that I was kissing him back, hard, presto, needly as well stroking his hard, erected front.

I wanted to feel kinky, so I let myself explore his beautiful body. Sluggishly, I kissed his neck also plant myself kneeling down before him.

“ Are you sure you want to do this?”

I jounced, of course, I wanted to feel his incline in my mouth, on my lingo, and deep down my throat. I wanted to feel him!

I sluggishly unbolted his trouser after he removed his belt. Also sluggishly, he pulled down his trousers. I had a hold of his incline, his lengthy member all to myself and sluggishly, I brought down my mouth and had him all into my mouth. God!

Sluggishly, I let myself breathe also started to make small movements over and down to give him the pleasure he merited. This man merited to be treated like a king, to be smelled, made to feel good, to be licked from his base to his tip. So that is what I did, I smelled him real good and each along I heard him let out downward, muffled moans. Yes, daddy, let it out let me know I'm making you feel good.

I didn't want him to cum yet. No daddy.

I used my slaver as lube to now give him a nice hand job. I made slow movements which were over and down. I raised my eyes to see his facial expressions and oh my what I saw. He'd his eyes closed, his mouth open, and groaning my name.

“ Come then, baby.” He said, helping me up to my bases also kissing me gently. He painlessly lifted me off the ground and also walked us to the bedroom.