Doing the White Boy by Gia Blue Page B

comfortable, you know?”
    The warm smile I receive and the look
of heat in her eyes, after that last comment, makes me feel like
I’ve won the lottery. Damn, I haven’t even turned my “game” on, and
she’s already staring at me like she wants to eat me
whole.
    Shit, shit, shit, my dick is
rock-fucking-hard. Harder than ever, and aching too. Like I need to
stroke one out before I cream my damn pants. Her enticing smile,
her curvaceous body, her sweet scent and husky voice, combined with
what I’m surrounded by and what I’m here to buy, has me ready to
fucking bust my nut.
    She turns her back to me and bends
over, reaching for something on the bottom shelf, but all I see is
the way her jeans tighten over her highly spankable ass. I want to
nibble, lick, and bite every inch of her beautiful butt. All of it.
Many times over. And I certainly wouldn’t stop there. No, I’d just
be getting started.
    She straightens and spins around,
giving me a chance to peek at the juncture of her thighs, the blue
cotton hugging her cleft, revealing a nice little camel toe for me
to gawk at. God, it’s making me want to taste her. Split her lips
open and lap up her cream with my tongue. I love going down on a
girl, then making her scream before I pound her pussy with my
dick.
    I’m pretty sure she sees me staring,
but I don’t give a shit.
    Evy hands me the new
package and I automatically accept it, take a quick glance at the
image on the front and smile when I see that the woman gracing the
cover is all curves, with big tits, a dildo strapped to her
hips. Dayum. Man,
do I want me some of that. I don’t even know if it’ll feel as good
as Cosmo says, but
I’d love to give it a shot.
    “ Here you go. Anything
else?”
    I shake my head, attention focused on
the packaged item in my hand.
    “ Okay, we’re about to
close, so I’ll meet you at the counter.” She breezes past me and I
glance at my watch, see that the time spent with her has flown
by.
    I clutch the box and retrace my steps,
head back the way I’d come.
    Heh. Come.
    Yeah, I’m gonna be coming, and soon, I
hope.
    Finally reaching the back counter,
it’s only a few moments before Evy joins me. She taps away on the
register and rings me up; upon hearing my total, I grab my wallet
out of my pocket and hand over my credit card.
    “ Daniel Carter.” She swipes
it, then hands the card back to me.
    “ Daniel is for work. My
friends call me Danny.”
    Evy slips my purchase into
a bag, then sets it on the counter. “So, Daniel Carter, do I get to call you
Danny?”
    I raise a single brow. “Would you like
to?”
    She leans over, places her elbows on
the smooth surface between us, giving me a rather nice look at her
plump breasts. “Oh, yeah. I think I would.” Her long, manicured
fingers glide over the bag holding my newest toy purchase. “I also
think you would want me as a friend, too.”
    Fuck it. My dick’s hard and aching,
and I know I’m a perv, so I palm my cock through the outside of my
pants and give it a quick tug. Shit, I really hate the fact that my
jeans are keeping me from touching myself. That, and I’m out in
public.
    “ Well, not to be too
forward, but I think I can find a man’s hot spot. Especially on a
man who likes curves, and stares at me like I’m the hottest thing
he’s ever seen. Does that sound like anyone you know, Daniel
Carter?”
    I swallow past the lump in my throat
as I grip my prick, a nice, firm squeeze before I answer her.
“Please…call me Danny.”

Chapter Two
     
    I’m not entirely sure how things went
so wrong, and so right, all at the same time.
    I’d strolled into Darcy’s Debauchery
Emporium, found what I was looking for, bought it, and even flirted
with a hot chick. Seriously hot. I mean, she’s so hot that it’s
been an hour since I’ve seen her, and I’m still hard. Strange,
considering I’ve already stroked one off.
    The thing is, I left without my
purchase, but somehow ended up with a date. So now, I