Shit!
“There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared giddily. “Baby, you’re cock is going to feel so good inside me,” her other hand instantly sought out my jean button and zipper. With a quick push of my boxers down, my dick sprung free.
“Amanda, no…” my weak plea faltered as her mouth sucked me, hard.
Damn, she’s fucking good too.
Let her suck you some more and that would be it. Do you want a quick nut or do you want Emma?
Emma…
I want her so much, it hurts.
Then what the fuck are you waiting for, you fool?
As much as I love getting my dick sucked from a talented sucker and tongue-twister, I loved Emma more. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get Amanda off my goods and left the room without a backward glance.
No more of this shit.
I wanted my girl back.
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
12
“Here we are”
‘ Here’ was a palatial home in Holmby Hills. Bass stopped the engine, got out of the car as the attendant opened the door for me. I graciously thanked him.
“Good evening Mr. Cole. I’m Steven, the attendant for tonight,” a uniformed man introduced himself. Bass greeted him and handed his keys to Steven.
My eyes scanned about and found that there were five uniformed men, I supposed they were for valet parking and another few who were dressed in dark clothing, who I’m assuming, were there for security because they looked way too serious.
The Italian-renaissance-esque garden had parterres that were created in artistically perfect geometric shapes. They were laid out in order—symmetrical patterns—adorned with fountains and other exotic plant bushes. There was even a labyrinth along with Romanesque statues—angels, naked women and naked men. The outdoor pathway that led to the main door was lined with plum crystal vases on both sides with rose scented candles in them—a foot apart.
I swallowed. If I thought I was nervous before, I was a double wreck now. Martin Lombardo was an icon. A legend. What the hell was I doing here amongst these people?
“Don’t be nervous, my godfather will love you.” Bass’s right hand nestled on the base of my spine as he ushered me towards the daunting palatial home.
“ Your godfather? I thought we were going to Martin Lombardo’s house?”
“The one and very same,” He chuckled and as he guided me towards the massive home.
“You’re godfathe r is The Martin Lombardo?” DUH, Emma! One plus one equals two, right?
He stopped us and turned to me. “Listen—there’s nothing to be anxious about. I’m with you, I will make sure you are going to be fine, okay?” He gently reassured me as he softly gave my cheek a peck. Bass stilled as he inhaled my scent, breathing me in.
My world stopped spinning.
He moved closer, he held my hips and enveloped me into his large muscular body. My body shook against his.
The sexual charge was loaded with alacrity.
His lips brushed against my ear as he held my palm against his heart. It was beating frantically, wildly thumping in his chest. “Do you feel what you do to me? Being this close to you affects me this much. There is no greater explanation but show you how electrifying you make me feel.”
“But we only met Saturday…” I was simply dumb-founded.
“Precisely”
Precisely what, exactly?
That this was madness?
That it doesn’t make sense at all?
Whatever this was with Bass…it was definitely moving way too fast for me. I
“There it is! I’ve woken the sleeping giant!” she declared giddily. “Baby, you’re cock is going to feel so good inside me,” her other hand instantly sought out my jean button and zipper. With a quick push of my boxers down, my dick sprung free.
“Amanda, no…” my weak plea faltered as her mouth sucked me, hard.
Damn, she’s fucking good too.
Let her suck you some more and that would be it. Do you want a quick nut or do you want Emma?
Emma…
I want her so much, it hurts.
Then what the fuck are you waiting for, you fool?
As much as I love getting my dick sucked from a talented sucker and tongue-twister, I loved Emma more. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get Amanda off my goods and left the room without a backward glance.
No more of this shit.
I wanted my girl back.
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
12
“Here we are”
‘ Here’ was a palatial home in Holmby Hills. Bass stopped the engine, got out of the car as the attendant opened the door for me. I graciously thanked him.
“Good evening Mr. Cole. I’m Steven, the attendant for tonight,” a uniformed man introduced himself. Bass greeted him and handed his keys to Steven.
My eyes scanned about and found that there were five uniformed men, I supposed they were for valet parking and another few who were dressed in dark clothing, who I’m assuming, were there for security because they looked way too serious.
The Italian-renaissance-esque garden had parterres that were created in artistically perfect geometric shapes. They were laid out in order—symmetrical patterns—adorned with fountains and other exotic plant bushes. There was even a labyrinth along with Romanesque statues—angels, naked women and naked men. The outdoor pathway that led to the main door was lined with plum crystal vases on both sides with rose scented candles in them—a foot apart.
I swallowed. If I thought I was nervous before, I was a double wreck now. Martin Lombardo was an icon. A legend. What the hell was I doing here amongst these people?
“Don’t be nervous, my godfather will love you.” Bass’s right hand nestled on the base of my spine as he ushered me towards the daunting palatial home.
“ Your godfather? I thought we were going to Martin Lombardo’s house?”
“The one and very same,” He chuckled and as he guided me towards the massive home.
“You’re godfathe r is The Martin Lombardo?” DUH, Emma! One plus one equals two, right?
He stopped us and turned to me. “Listen—there’s nothing to be anxious about. I’m with you, I will make sure you are going to be fine, okay?” He gently reassured me as he softly gave my cheek a peck. Bass stilled as he inhaled my scent, breathing me in.
My world stopped spinning.
He moved closer, he held my hips and enveloped me into his large muscular body. My body shook against his.
The sexual charge was loaded with alacrity.
His lips brushed against my ear as he held my palm against his heart. It was beating frantically, wildly thumping in his chest. “Do you feel what you do to me? Being this close to you affects me this much. There is no greater explanation but show you how electrifying you make me feel.”
“But we only met Saturday…” I was simply dumb-founded.
“Precisely”
Precisely what, exactly?
That this was madness?
That it doesn’t make sense at all?
Whatever this was with Bass…it was definitely moving way too fast for me. I
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