David’s POV.
I’ve been in Sidney for two weeks now. Yeah, it’s an impromptu business trip that brought me here.
But the weeks feel like two decades because I miss Vera like crazy. It makes me act like I’m an addict that hasn’t taken his usual.
Usually, I lose track of whatever shit I’m discussing with my clients and get suspended in a haze, thinking about her.
Picturing the naughty things she does and writes in her report.
Or the ones she shows me in live, video chat.
Damn, I’ve rotten the girl but hey…that’s the kinda vibes I’ve been looking for in a woman.
Someone insanely naughty as fuck and she’s it. Vera’s just as naughty as I wanted.
In the past two weeks, she hasn’t missed giving the report for a single day.
Hell, she doesn’t fail to tell me how much she wishes I was there to watch her get naughty for me.
All juiced up and…ready to take whatever shit I give her.
Fucking shit! Just imagining how juices springs from her pussy like a waterfall while she videos herself, riding the toy I gave her…makes my breath hitch.
Fuck. I’ve never seen something so sexily hot as that.
I shake my head to clear that arousing images and focus on the speech my client is giving.
In between, I lose track. Then I start imagining Vera climbing on that oblong table, whirling her body like a cat with a devouring look on her face as she crawls over to me.
I picture her wearing red, sexy gathers. Giving me a full view of her nipples and pussy as she navigates her way to me on the table.
Her cheeks are drawn up in a filthy grin, her lips parted as she breathes in air and breathes out dirty words.
I’m relaxed over the seat like a lord on his throne and she is my meal.
I imagine her, twerking before me, her supple ass slapping together, making hot thrilling sounds.
My cock rises at attention watching kids give me a dick-hardening show. My head lolls in ecstasy as she inches closer and whispers a breath over my face, then my lips.
“How do you like it? Hands or mouth?” She purrs in my ear, feathering a kiss over my earlobe.
I growl at the delicious, sensuous feelings. Fuck, it’s super hot.
As she scoots away to lock her face to mine, I feel her hand bypass my waist, scrolling down until it finally rests on my erection.
I sniffle a long breath and curse. My hooded eyes find a spot in hers, drowning in the blue orbs, filled with emotions.
I ponder on her words. Will her mouth on my dick be hotter or her hands on my dick?
Oh, shit…sighs.
With Vera, it’s hard to make a solid decision. I find myself rolling my hands through her hair, drawing her to me. Our lips are inches apart.
She blows a breath over my lips, biting hers thereafter.
Fuck!
Everything fucking thing about her is arousing. The littlest gesture of lips biting is getting me hard like a teenager? Dammit.
I shutter the space with us and descend my lips on hers… she lets out a satisfied moan that vibrates down my chest.
This is…super hot. It’s
sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. Having such tender lips against
mine…hell….
“So, Mr. Truman…” My client’s voice reaches me, cutting my train of thoughts. He seems to notice I’m far from present and he cringes his brow, worry flitting across her face.
“Are you alright?”
I lean away from the seat and clear my throat. How do I tell the man I’m daydreaming about fucking my ward?
It’s crazy…typically.
I mean, I flew all the way here to discuss this business but now look. While they’re talking business, my cock keeps getting hard.
Oh, hell. I growl deeply.
“Nothing at all. You should continue.” I don’t know what I said now but…It’s better than giving him the impression that I’ve been “body present, absent minded.”
“Okay. So what do you say about it?” He quirks his brow at me. I look around the table and see the expectant look of his crew members.
I mean, everyone’s looking at me. Straight. Not missing a blink.
Like hell?
What was he even asking?
Oh, jeez…I mentally run my hand through my face. Swears, even while I do that her image filter through my mind.
Such a temptation. One I can’t run away from.
Our dirty secret is too sweet to run from.
I begin to jerk my lips, cooking up the words that will make it seem like I wasn’t lost.
With a sigh, I ask. “Can you re-run the stuff again?” I ask after a stint of silence.
My client, Mr. Flynn, spits a sigh. I know he’s disappointed but he’s smart enough not to let it show.
I stoke up to the table, resting my elbows on it while thrusting my chin up. All the while I remain painfully aware of the bulge tearing through my zipper.
Poor man, he runs over everything. I get lost in between though because his tirade was long and…exhausting.
After that, I allow myself a grin and clap my hands together for him.
I don’t know much but I need to make him feel as if I followed through to the end.
After that, we all exited the board room and Mr. Flynn decided to take me around like he had insisted to show me some of the people they supply their products to at the market.
Ugh, I groan like a child.
Can’t I just get back to my hotel, Jack off while hearing or watching Vera’s daily report?
Mr. Flynn’s driver comes up with the car and he flutters the door open for us.
Then, I slide in after my client. The drive through the busy streets is excruciatingly slow. But thankfully, as Mr. Flynn feeds me with words and points around some things for me to see, my cock starts getting flaccid.
Since the two weeks I’ve been here, I only go out for meetings and then back to my suite where I get naughty with kid.
So, today makes it the first time I’m going around Sidney. We, thankfully overcame the terrible traffic and arrived close to the market.
We park somewhere before Mr. Flynn and I begin our foot tour around the market. He takes me around, showing me the regular clients they supply their products to. Of course, all the energy drinks which the company produces are stacked up in each shop.
The man is very keen on having me as a shareholder, that’s the reason he shows me evidence that their products sells well in the market. Impressive.
We serve through various aisles with stalls lining on both sides. The market is a little crowded.
“It’s summer, Mr. Truman. That’s the reason everywhere is crowded. You know lots of tourists troop into the city during summer.” Mr. Flynn explains, echoing my thoughts.
I offer him a nod, cautiously weaving through the crowd.
Mr. Flynn makes a stop in front of a seafood stall and shares a look between me and the various sea creatures huddled on the table.
“Do you perhaps love seafood? I can invite you over for dinner and have my wife prepare a delicatessen for us, Mr. Truman.”
What? Spend another night here with this fucking boner between my legs?
Huh, that’s impossible. I can’t suffer that long again.
At that thought, I rest my hand on Mr. Flynn’s shoulder with a demure smile.
“I do love seafood. You see, I’ve spent weeks away from home and my daughter is sure looking out for me.”
The word daughter has a foul taste on my tongue. But it’s the only thing I can convince the man with.
Mr. Flynn nods knowingly. However, he still orders a few sea products from the seller and we continue on.
We reach the designer’s side of the market and various types of colorful, elegant, and customized dresses fall into my vision, the bright colors attacking my eyes.
I don’t, however, give it much attention. Mr. Flynn doesn’t stop to buy anything from this side so he leads me on.
And while we stalk through the aisle, I stumble on a highly sexy red lacy gathers.
My pulse speeds up as the imagination I was making earlier reappears in my mind.
Watching Vera tease me with her body while on such a filthy gather. Dammit, my cock starts growing semi-hard. Before I can breathe in the next five minutes, I sport a huge bulge between my legs.
I still haven’t moved from the spot and the owner is now out, asking me whether I love the sexy gather.
Vera on red lacy bra…
Vera on red lacy panties…
Giving me a view of her nipples…
Pussy?
Damn, I love that.
“Do you like them, Mr. Truman?” Mr. Flynn’s voice barrels through me.
Instinctively, my hand raises up, trailing through the air to meet the dummy where the gather is fitted on.
Then the words tumble from my lips. “How much are these?” I look over at the owner as she responds, calling the money that equals…two hundred dollars.
“Package it for me,” I order, suddenly getting excited about the naughty game we’ll play while Vera’s on the gather.
Mr. Flynn and I found our way out of the market after our tour. Then, I rush over to my hotel and book a night flight.
I can’t wait to lay my hands on her…tonight.
To be continued…