Gods yes
“You are a temptress that I am not too sure I want to play with.” He told her as he looked at her face, seeing the hurt run across it.
I felt a slight pang of hurt run through my chest. My hand moved from his ass and I pushed away from him. With a slight sigh I moved away from him to go into the kitchen. I really loved my brown stone in the city, with its open floor plan. The kitchen was off of the dining room and all the modern appliances where shiny black. I didn’t like the chrome ones because finger prints didn’t want to come off of them. The black did get dirty but it wasn’t as hard to clean. I felt his eyes on my rear when I rounded into the kitchen but I didn’t let it bother me. As I went around the center island and to the double fridge I sighed and let some of my hurt show. Not in front of him thought, it wasn’t worth my time to do that. I grabbed the bottle of vodka and turned to get a glass. I heard him enter the room, the scrapping sound of his house shoes on the tile.
The glass was large, but at this point I didn’t really care. I poured a shot and drank it down, then poured another one drinking it down. It was stupid to drink like this and I knew it. I kind of lost my mind when I got drunk; don’t get me wrong I lost it in a rather nice way. Normally I just had a habit of losing my clothes, but I happen to be in my own home and didn’t have to worry about a man taking advantage of me. By the time I was pouring the third shot he was standing on my left leaning against the Island. I didn’t look at him, the hurt was still to new and I didn’t want to have to hear that I wasn’t his type. The fat girl that had money didn’t get over the hurt of men not wanting her, or them wanting her only for her money. With the third shot in the glass I needed some OJ to go with it. So with a slight turn I grab it out of the fridge and pour it in with the shot. Taking this one slower than the rest, without a word I took the bottle and head to the living room. It was up the hall and to the right. I had a rather nice 3D TV and had some True Blood to watch.
I didn’t want to see if he would follow me, nor did I want to hear him tell me that I needed to stop drinking. Not that I would listen to him, it was just another voice in my head. I flopped down on the coach and put the bottle on the side table and the glass on the table. I grabbed the remote and hit the info to find the show I wanted and hit play. The thing was that a rather hot scot was standing in front of the TV looking rather pissed. What the hell did he have to be pissed about? I didn’t reject him, hell I almost threw myself at him.
“Move you over stuffed Cajun ass.” I growled at him, not wanting to see him at the moment.
“Well let’s see de anger and den we shall see just how hot you can get.” George told her and it hurt her heart.
“Hey I am not going to do that again I understand that you don’t want a cow in your bed. You can find another job as well. I am not going to have you living in my home if you are only here for…” My thoughts all died when I felt his lips touching mine. The soft texture next to mine, and I couldn’t seem to move. I hadn’t even seen him move. Wow was I losing my mind or did I really have the man of my dreams kissing me. I was so stunned that I didn’t react. The press of his lips on mine and the feel of his tongue trying to push into my mouth made me shiver. It seemed like forever before my brain kicked in and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, opening my lips to taste him for the first time.
A hint of chocolate and was that vodka? No that had to be from me, or did he take a shot as well. I didn’t know and didn’t care. I arched into him feeling the muscles ripple under my breast. The feel of his tongue fighting with mine to see who would win was making heat and warmth run through my body to gather between my thighs. I was sure that my thong was wet and I didn’t care at this point. When he broke the kiss I kept my eyes shut trying not to act like a child having her new toy taken away. When he stood he took my hand I didn’t know what to do. Something was different about him but I didn’t really know what it was. So I stood when he pulled me against him I felt his erection push against my stomach. I wanted nothing more than to go to my knees to taste him. In fact I started to do just that, but his hands kept me on my feet.
“Not here Ma Cher, I want to take you in your bed.” George told her as he pulled her with him.
Oh I was in trouble; this man just didn’t know how much I wanted to suck his hard cock into my mouth. I wanted to taste his precum on my tongue with thoughts of him filling me with his seed. I heard a grunt and wondered why he was acting like he heard every word I had said. I was a little wobbly when we entered my room and I seen my king size bed with the four poster frame. I could imagine us on that bed with me tied down and him using a cat of nine tails on me. That time I was rather sure I heard him grunt, and then slowly turn me toward him. I gave a sly grin and went to my knees in front of him. My hands moving down his chest to the band of his joggers he was wearing, I really hated these things on him. So I took the time to take them off, yes I was still fully clothed in a blue T-shirt and sleeper pant. The fact that I look like frumpy housewife doesn’t bother me. Ever so slowly I pulled the pants down and let his cock spring out of them. The pants pooled around his ankles I dragged my nails into his legs till I found him putting my hands around him. He moaned and let his head drop back as if someone had hit him in the face.