So right now, I was supposed to be bent over a desk, or laying down on some cheap mattress, taking a glorious pounding. Right now I should be pussy deep in sweet sweet dick.
Instead, I was on a date with the most attractive man I’d ever met in my life. He’d taken me to a picturesque little park. It was lined with willow trees, and had multiple flower gardens, as wellas antique lamposts. We meandered hand in hand, as I watched butterflies flit from the wild bergamot to the purple coneflower.
It was sweet and romantic… and I was possibly being a brat, walking alongside him moping about how my pussy was getting blue balls. Ball? Is the clit a ball? What is the female equivalent of blue balls and do I want to know enough to put that on my search history?
David cleared his throat. “Are you all right?”
No, I wasn’t alright.
David was talking about the date that had gotten aggressive and started yelling at me, but that didn’t bother me.
I would be so much better, if I had this sexy man inside me. Right freaking now.
I bet that he would be glorious. David held himself with the quiet confidence of a guy who had a massive log swinging between his legs. The kind of guy who was a tripod, with that third appendage deliciously dangling there. One that could destroy me in the best possible way.
Now, it’s not that I’m a size queen or anything. I’mnot.The thing is, I’d never had a really big one before.
When I first saw my ex-fiancé naked, my immediate thought was that it looked more like a disappointment stick than a dick. Honestly, I was worried that there was something medically wrong with him… it must have shrunk. I had seen penises before, and they had never appeared… that tiny?
I don’t know, it’s weird to think about it.
But, the thing is, I was just looking forward to taking a cock big enough to rearrange all of my internal organs and have me screaming.
Oh, damn it.
I hadn’t answered in so long that David was going to seriously worry that I’d gotten traumatized by the trash behaviorof what’s his name—the whiny man-child that wanted to use me for a free meal.
Wait. What was his name?
Had I really forgotten his name already?
“Thank you for rescuing me from that guy.” Heat was tinging my cheeks.
Oh yeah, I didn’t actually thank him for that—if David hadn’t been there… I don’t know what would have happened. Best-case scenario was a shouting match even more embarrassing than anything the other first-dates had put me through. I didn’t even want to think about the worst-case scenario.
David grinned—and oh-my-god, little dimples showed up when he smiled, which was NOT helping me with my libido situation. “I was happy to pull that asshole away from you. I’m just glad that he gave me an excuse.”
I shook my head. David couldn’t go blaming himself for the actions of the asshole I’d gone out with—it wasn’t like he’d chosen to have dinner with the wannabe con-man. Or the momma’s boy, or the finance bro… or that guy in the cult. “None of this was your fault.”
“It took me a while to realize that I had been an idiot. This never would have happened if I hadn’t waited so long.”
My breath hitched. I couldn’t help it. His eyes were a blue oasis, and I was barely stopping myself from diving in, heart first. “What are you talking about?”
David brushed his index finger lightly against my lips, and the look on his face told me he was imagining exactly what it felt like to press his lips against mine. “I want you.” He leaned in closer, and his eyes grew heavy—laden with lust. “I knew from the first moment that I saw you that I wanted you.”
Yes, Daddy please.
If he wanted me, he could have me. All he had to do was take me back to his place… or screw it, like find someplace a little secluded and he could have at it.
“That loser didn’t deserve to come near you. He didn’t deserve to lick the mud off your boots. Watching him smirk and try to convince you to pay for all of his drinks was driving me fucking crazy.” David’s brow furrowed in anger at everything I’d been through.
Okay. That was cool. I’m all about a possessive guy, who gets all touch-her-and-I’ll-like-literally-kill-you vibes. But I needed him to focus and get back to the important stuff. Like getting me stuffed.
I leaned closer to him, letting my fingertips brush lightly against his solid chest. “You’re here now.”
David grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers.
“Yes, and I’m going to make it right. I’m going to make up for every single one of those awful dates.” David’s thumb stroked against my inner wrist, and the hot touch almost killed me.
