Dinner Prep
Dinner Prep
Presley came into the bedroom wearing a towel wrapped around her body and ignored the way the man who was looking at his computer screen suddenly looked up and groaned loudly.
“Damn, Ladybird, you are beautiful all wet.”
“I know.” She retorted and grabbed her makeup bag and headed back to the bathroom. It felt incredibly light, and she opened and turned to him furiously. “Where is my make–up?”
“You don’t need it.”
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“No. I left your face cleaners and moisturizers and s**t, but you don’t need to hide your freckles and,” he ducked as she whipped a container of her moisturizer across the room, and it bounced off the wall over his head. “Why do you always resort to violence? Stop throwing s**t!”
“Get my make up back!”
“No.”
A furious squeal ripped from her lungs. “I’m going to shave your f*****g head when you’re asleep.”
“I look good with a shaved head. I kept it cropped pretty close during the Olympics.” He smirked at her.
“I didn’t say the one on your neck,” she spat at him.
He chuckled at her words, “Ladybird, if you get anywhere near my c**k while I’m sleeping, I promise I’ll be wide awake in seconds and ready to go.”
She snorted and stomped back to the bathroom. “How are your emails? Any more investors jumping ship?” she called out pleasantly.
“No. The first photos from this afternoon when we were making out on the swing were posted. I also got the results of all my drug tests from the Olympics posted which prove I never used steroids. The Rugby Association posted them, my company has it on their website and social media and my PR team posted it to
my personal social media.”
His comment made her snicker as she slipped into the shower. She noted none of his toiletries were in the
shower and he was probably hiding them to keep her from tampering with them. She was surprised how easy it was to remove the hot water handle from the shower. When she wanted to shower, she could put the
handle back. She looked around and wondered where she could hide it where he wouldn’t find it. She noted
the toilet brush was in a metal canister which was tucked against the wall. She dropped it carefully behind
the little container and put the screw with her eye glass repair kit and screwdriver back in her make–up bag.
She leaned out to check on him and he was still on the bed, reading his computer screen.
“You know,” he called out, “you and I have a lot in common.”
“Like what?” this she wanted to hear. She frowned when she realized she needed her moisturizer and she’d
thrown it at his head. She walked back out and picked it up off the bed ignoring his chuckle.
“You were athletic in school. You played lacrosse and soccer. You were the captain of your soccer team in high school and college.”
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“So what?”
“Playing soccer in college speaks to a dedication to the sport. Do you still play?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have time.”
“What do you do for exercise?”
“I go to the gym every day and I run every other day.”
“Why only every other day?”
“Because I go to the gym every single day and doing both feels overkill.”
“Why not run every day and go to the gym every other day?”
She grimaced at the question as she rubbed the product into her skin.
“I’m only asking because you live right downtown. You could be running on the seawall every day.”
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“But, when I’m running in the gym, I can be reading, and I can’t when I’m running outside. I can get my run in while I’m reviewing a book.”
“You can’t stop working long enough to run?”
“I try to maximize my hours.”
“Another thing we have in common. We’re both workaholics.”
“Sure,” she wanted to rage when she realized the only thing he’d left in her make–up bag was a peach flavored lip gloss. “Can I please have my make–up back?”
“No. You’re beautiful without it.”
“Please?”
“I actually threw it out. I put it right in the cart where the housekeeper was cleaning the room down the hall.” She came back out of the bathroom, furious, “there was nearly five hundred dollars worth of make–up there!”
“Point zero, zero, one of fifty million.” He drawled sarcastically.
She held her middle finger up at him. “I repeat, you shouldn’t have been trying to seal a deal with your dick.” “Don’t even get me started, Ladybird. I wasn’t trying to seal the deal with my d**k. I liked her. She was nice and funny, and I’d been spending so much time working I hadn’t been making time for s*x lately.”
“How long is lately?”
“Today in the cabana was the first time I f****d in about eight months.”
“No!” she stared at him in disbelief. “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want. I don’t f**k around carelessly, Presley.”
“Then what was today?”
“Today was me admitting to myself I find you drop dead gorgeous, and I want you. I’m thinking we’re going to
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be able to have a great time together, Presley. You should open your mind to the possibilities?
“I’d rather f**k Algernon.”
“Who is Algernon?“.
“The French dude who was at the beach this morning.”
His face was one of horror. “No, you wouldn’t. You’d have to lift his belly to find his micro penis.”
“Did you see the way he filled out his banana hammock? If his mouth wasn’t so repulsive, I might have gone for it.” She snickered as he made a gagging sound.
“I saw it. It was stuffed. He put something in there.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“How do you know? Did you touch it?”
“Ew, no.” she shuddered at the thought.
“You literally are shivering with revulsion and you’re saying you’d rather f**k him than me?” He got off the bed and snapped his laptop shut. His footsteps were slow as he made his way to stand behind her in the mirror where she was braiding her hair to trail over her shoulder. He smiled at her in the mirror. “Told you how much better you look without all the junk on your face.” He rested his hands on her hips.
“Shut up.”
“Now, tell me again how you’d rather f**k the human potbellied stove with the tiny pipe than me.” He lowered his head, his eyes holding hers in the mirror as he pressed his lips to her bare shoulder and nipping her skin. His tongue flicked along her skin, “I bet if we let this towel fall a smidge, your n*****s are rock solid.”
“Only because it’s cold in here with the air conditioning on.”
“Is your p***y being soaked because of the air con?”
“My p***y is not wet.”
“No?” his fingers inched along her thigh. “You sure?”
“A hundred percent.”
“Want it to be?”
“No.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Not happening.” What was happening? She wanted to question why his breathy words and the way he was sucking on her shoulder was making her breath feel short.
“I want to eat your p***y, Presley. Then I want to f**k you far better than we did in the cabana.” “Cruz,” his word was choked over the large lump in his throat as his fingers were up under the towel on the inside of her thigh, right at her groin. Her breath sucked in as his knuckle dragged along her naked flesh. “I can’t stop looking at you. You are incredibly beautiful, passionate, smart, resilient, and damned if my c**k doesn’t see you and immediately stand to attention. Sitting on the bed I considered jacking off while you were in the shower. I want you, Presley. I want you sucking my c**k while I eat you raw. I want you screaming
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my name while I pound you into the mattress. I want your legs wrapped around me while I fill your tight p***y with my come.”
She couldn’t look away from him, her fingers clenched around the edge of the vanity as his very real erection poked through the material of his shorts against her ass. It would be nothing for him to lift her towel and her and simply impale her onto his massive c**k.
“This is insane.” She muttered as she felt her legs parting with a mind of their own as his fingers sought out
her middle.
“Is it ever,” he agreed, his hands moving to push his shorts down, springing his c**k free. It was immediately under her towel nudging along her ass crack. He pushed his fingers into her while he rubbed his c**k up and down her backside. “Can I f**k you, Presley?”
“We have dinner reservations in an hour.”
“We’ll do fast and furious again now and later, when dinner is over, I’ll take my time and have your p***y for dessert. I need to be in you, sweetheart. Say yes.”
“Yes.”
In seconds, his arm wrapped around her middle, lifted her off the floor, over the counter and he was inside her again. Her eyes were closing as her body, as if remembering how damn good he’d fit her earlier, clamped down on him, tight. He pulled the towel off her seconds before he ripped his shirt over his head. “Look how f*****g sexy we are together,” he stared at her in the mirror. “Look at us, Presley. Look in the mirror and see how f*****g sexy it is when I have you lifted right off the floor to take my c**k. You like my c**k inside you, say it.”
“I like your c**k inside me,” she admitted as he started thrusting into her.
“f**k,” he gritted through his teeth. “Not enough.” He pulled out of her and swung her up in his arms. He dropped her onto the bed and lifted her butt up and filled her again. “There. That’s better. Feel how f*****g deep I get?” he grabbed both her feet and held them to his shoulder. He was pounding hard into her. The headboard was slamming into the wall, and he reached out and squeezed her breast with his hand. “Play with your clit, sweetheart. I want you coming with me.”
Presley wondered how many quickies this man was intending to steal from her in a day, but she did as he commanded as he towered over her on the bed. This room was far brighter than the cabana and she could see him in all his muscly glory while he easily held her in the position, he wanted her in and drove her into the bed. His pecs were flexing as he thrust into her.
“Come on baby. Show me how pretty you look all flushed when you come on my c**k. Come on, Ladybird.” She screamed as his c**k went even deeper than she thought possible, “Cruz, it’s too much.”
“No, it’s perfect.”
He smacked her hand out of the way and parted her slit to find her clit and began rotating his thumb over it.” Presley, my beautiful little Ladybird, squeeze my c**k the way you did earlier.” He gave a loud groan, “yeah, baby, like that.”
She was breathless as the orgasm stole over her and then not a minute later, he was following her with his own release. He released her legs and let them fall on either side of his hips as he dropped over her, deep inside her as he lay on top of her on the bed.
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“Tell me you don’t feel it, Presley. You can’t, can you? You feel the s**** chemistry as much as I do. This is sexy, beautiful, and wondrous and I’m not letting you go without exploring all it is.”
“Cruz,” she stared into his eyes in awe. “This is insane. I don’t even like you. You don’t understand how much
you’ve hurt me.”
“I will make it up to you. I’m going to make you see, I’m not the same kid who used to take pleasure in your tears. I’m going to make you smile Presley.” His hips started moving again. “I’m also going to make you feel good. I think we’re going to be late for dinner.”
He put his lips to hers and kissed her silly while his still hard c**k began rocking deep into her. Any objections Presley might have had were gone by the time he stopped kissing her lips. Late dinner it was.
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