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F.M.B.
Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
but I swear he glanced at me oddly. I wasn't sure I liked the look on his face. There was every possibility the napkin inventory would be one short that evening. I shuddered at the thought of what he might do with it. The steak was divine, every forkful melting as it should, the only problem being it was over too soon. On the upside, that did mean I was closer to getting fucked, and I sure as hell needed that. Could almost feel the familiar heat of his length pressing deep, his after-shave filling my lungs as I breathed him in. I silently cursed him for ordering coffee, wondering how he could bear to delay the inevitable. Surely the anticipation must have been tearing him up in the same manner as it was me. All the time through the drink and subsequent bill exchange I had to endure his piercing looks, those filthy ones that undressed me, that demonstrated in no uncertain terms how much I was his property. He knew waiting made it better. Wilder. Eventually though, the words, "Shall we retire?" were a sheer delight to my ears, even though he insisted once more that I walked before him. Thinly disguised chivalry aside, there was some delightful power in strutting ahead of him, chunky heels clicking, bum wiggling all the way across the lobby to the elevator, this time a different set of men dreaming of ravishing me. I wanted them to watch. Wanted to stop walking, bend at the waist, grab my ankles and have the man behind me puncture my drizzling slit as the men in the lobby ...