His touches made my pussy throb and my hips grind against his hard-on. I wanted to rip both of our clothes off to get what I wanted… his cock balls deep inside me.
“Take us to my house,” Gerald said looking around me and at the driver.
“Yes, sir,” the driver replied.
“I have plans for you, Miss Kaylee,” Gerald whispered in my ear. His words made me tremble.
“Promise?” I whispered into his ear and then bit the side of his neck.
“Fuck,” he slapped my ass. I jolted from the pain and pleasure. “I promise, I’m going to take good care of you. I can’t wait to taste you.”
The thought of Gerald between my legs licking my pussy made me wish that I had a dress or skirt on. I wanted his tongue. No. I needed his tongue. I needed him to devour my pussy.
Something told me that all of the years of holding out on sex and anything sexual was well worth it. Because Gerald was going to make sure I had an experience of a lifetime.
CHAPTER SIX
“Welcome to my home,” Gerald said, closing the door behind us.
I had always imagined apartments small. His apartment was far from small. It looked like a museum.
The living room was decorated how the authors of my historical romance novels described a duke’s house. The maroon and gold couch and loveseat had me wanting to run my hand across them. There were dark wood end tables and a coffee table, fancy lamps, and not a T.V. in sight. It was my dream living room.
“Holy hell. You live here by yourself?” I gasped, looking around the large living room with vaulted ceilings.
“Yes, is that bad?” he chuckled and grabbed my hand.
“No,” I shook my head. “That was rude. Sorry. I just never saw anything this fancy before.”
“No worries. Let me show you around.”
Gerald gave me a tour of his apartment. Each room wowed me with it’s different style and decorations. Everything in his place looked expensive. I was scared to touch anything because I knew there was no way in hell I could afford to replace it.
The tour ended in Gerald’s room. I bit my bottom lip nervously as I stared at his king-size bed. The black and red bedding made his room even more intimidating.
I imagined him stripping me of my clothes then manhandling me. He’d toss me on the bed without warning. Then he’d quickly strip his clothes off and climb onto the bed, where he’d spread my legs wide and devour my pussy with his mouth.
“Thirsty or hungry?” Gerald asked, pulling my attention away from my thoughts of him between my legs.
I shook my thoughts then looked up at him. He grinned as though he knew what I had been thinking. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I swallowed hard.
“I guess I’m a little thirsty… and hungry,” I whispered.
“Okay. Go freshen up.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Okay,” I smiled weakly then darted for the bathroom. Gerald chuckled behind me.
When I closed the bathroom door, I let out a huge breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. I leaned against the door and looked around. I couldn’t believe I was in Gerald’s place. His fancy-schmancy place at that. I felt like I was dreaming, but I didn’t dare pinch myself.
Get it together, Kaylee,I told myself as I looked into the large mirror in front of me.
“You sure you don’t want more to eat?” Gerald asked, watching me eat the last of the strawberries in the bowl he had given me.
“I’m good. Thanks,” I whispered. It was the truth. I was too nervous to eat anything heavy.
“Does it taste sweet?” Gerald asked huskily. His words made me yearn for him.
“They taste yummy,” I smiled, pushing through my feelings of desire.
