“Sweetheart, let’s not do this.” He grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I invited you to dinner because I wanted to take you out. Don’t worry about the bill. Let’s just have a good time.”
“But it’s expensive—”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“You don’t seem like Mr. Moneybags, and I don’t want you to waste your cash.”
He swirled his wine as he regarded me. “Is that a problem?”
“What?”
“That I’m not Mr. Moneybags?”
“Of course not.” I didn’t understand the question. “It just doesn’t make sense to spend your cash impressing a woman who’s going to ride your dick at the end of the night regardless if we get a pizza or a gourmet meal. The outcome is the same. May as well save some money.”
He smiled slightly. “Ride my dick, huh?”
“Like a cowgirl.”
He took another drink of his wine. “Don’t torture me, sweetheart.” He set his glass down then fished out a slice of bread.
“So, who were you talking to when I walked inside?” I dropped the money issue because it didn’t seem to matter at this point, and I didn’t want to make our entire evening about finances.
“A colleague.”
“A lot of you guys eat here?” I asked in surprise.
“We have company dinners here sometimes. Our Christmas party is held here annually.”
“Wow…that’s nice.” We did a Secret Santa exchange for items that cost less than ten bucks at the paper.
“Yeah. The food is great. So, what are you getting besides that soup?”
I grabbed the menu again.
“And if you don’t order something else, I’ll order for you.”
“Bossy, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” He drank his wine as he looked at me.
I held his gaze for a moment before I turned to the menu. “The chicken looks good.”
“I’ve had it. I recommend it.”
When the waitress came by, we handed over our menus and gave our orders.
When she was gone, I spoke. “Do you bring other dates here?”
He didn’t grow flustered by the question. “No.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“I haven’t gotten this far with a woman since my divorce. I’ve been playing the field, just seeing what’s out there. And there’s not much, by the way.”
“New York is full of gorgeous women. What are you talking about?”
“A woman can be drop-dead gorgeous, but that doesn’t mean she’s a good person.”
It was the first time I’d met a guy who didn’t prioritize looks.
“I mean, for the night, that’s fine. But anything more than that is pretty much unbearable when you despise the person.”
“I didn’t realize you were actively looking for a relationship.” I thought he was just getting over his marriage, just having fun, getting back in the game.
“I wasn’t.” He held my gaze, not blinking, totally confident. “But then I heard you tell off that guy, and I was hooked.”
I smiled. “I thought I was the one hooked on you?”
“Yeah, but I was first.” He had a subtle smile on his lips, a playfulness in his eyes. “And I’m not ashamed to say that.”
This guy really did seem too good to be true. He was vulnerable with me, honest, and so good-looking it hurt sometimes. I didn’t think I could fall for a guy again, but I was starting to sink into the ground. The paranoid side of me thought this was all just some act to get me to sleep with him, but he already had slept with me without all the lies. So, I decided to stop thinking that way, to believe in what he told me. “I know we haven’t really talked about what this is, but I stopped seeing Brian because I just didn’t want to anymore.”
With his hands on the table, he watched me, studying every expression I made.
“And I want you, so I’m willing to get out of my comfort zone. I’m willing to grow and try. But I’m honestly not ready for anything serious. I’m happy to be exclusive and spend time with you, but I just…need to go at my own pace.”
He gave a slight nod.
“I’m hopeful that it can be serious someday, just not today.”
“Sweetheart, I’m in no rush either. Let’s just see where it goes.”
“Alright.” I grabbed my glass of wine.
“I’m in a good place in my life right now, but I have trust issues. I’ve still got a lot of baggage from my marriage, so I’m not eager to rush into something new. But when I met you, I knew I needed to make sure you didn’t slip away. Another woman like you wasn’t going to come along again. So, it sounds like this is perfect for both of us, taking it slow…moving on…but together.”
His back was to the couch, his hands on my ass cheeks, kneading them with his large fingers, guiding me up and down at the pace he liked, my cream smearing across the latex condom that kept his flesh apart from mine. Even though I was the one doing all the work, his chest gleamed with sweat, like watching me ride him like a cowgirl was exerting. His pecs were hard and flexed, and the cords in his neck bulged. Sometimes his eyes were on my tits, watching them move up and down, and sometimes they were on my belly, looking at my piercing. And other times, he looked at my face, his eyes getting lost in mine.
Man, he was hot.
His fingers dug into my ass and played with my cheeks, spreading them apart, squeezing them. He would occasionally moan, especially when I lowered myself onto his lap and took the whole thing without wincing. He was a big man with a dick that could demolish a small woman, but every ounce of pain was worth all the pleasure.
Why would his wife ever cheat on him? What a psycho.
His thumb moved to my clit, and he rubbed it harshly, circling round and round and getting my hips to buck slightly in response. I’d already come once, and he was probably eager for me to come again so he could finish. He was a man of restraint, never blowing his load too soon and leaving me hanging.
What a gentleman.
My nails dug into his chest, and I rocked up and down, finishing myself off, making me release a long moan, as if I didn’t just find relief minutes ago. My nails dragged through his flesh and sweat, and I slowed my pace, so satisfied I almost forgot about him.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and he tugged me closer to his body, getting my hips to roll as I took his length. He showed me how he wanted to come, the pace he wanted my pussy to move over his dick. He released a loud breath, like the stress was gone from his body because he didn’t have to fight his urges anymore. “Ride that dick, sweetheart.”
My arms circled around his neck, and I brought my lips to his to kiss him as I rolled my hips, taking that big dick over and over, feeling it thicken inside me as he prepared to release. He was aroused by my kisses the way I was aroused by his.
He moaned into my mouth as he started to come, as his cock twitched inside me and released. He closed his eyes and stopped kissing me, swept up in the desire taking him away. His fingers dug deep into my flesh, and he bucked against me uncontrollably, shoving his cock deeper and harder. Then he stilled, filling the condom with a satisfying ending.