my head looking into his eyes.
Our eyes never left each other as he flexed his lower body into mine and I gyrated in a circle on his hot hard throbbing cock. “I’m ready to come,” he says to me. “Get up. We can’t do this here. Would you go with me back to my apartment?”
“I can’t,” I say breathing hard and standing looking down at him.
“Why not? You are the second working girl I’ve propositioned and she has refused me. What is wrong with me?” he questions his voice flaring. “The last one said that she had problems with her boyfriend, and she couldn’t have sex with me. Now what’s your story?” he says laughing. “You are the first woman I’ve been able to get hard for since losing my fiancé, and now I can’t get you to even go home with me.”
“I will hold you responsible if I never fuck a woman again,” he says pulling me down on his lap and holding me close to him and looking down into my cleavage.
“Why not your fiancée? Don’t you hold her responsible for something?”
“That’s because I was rejected by two black women. One was a working girl and now a stripper. This has really got me fucked up.”
“Maybe you need to see a psychiatrist. I’m turning you down and I didn’t know how to give a lap dance because I’m not really a stripper.” He raises his head and a sexy smile crosses his face.
“That’s what the prostitute said. Then tell me, what are you exactly? Are you at least a woman?”
I chuckled. I hadn’t smile since last week. At least he could make me laugh.
“I’m more woman than that fiancée of yours,” I shot back. “I don’t go around fucking my future husband’s best friend.”
He glances at me and angles his head to the side and snaps his fingers. “I recognize that voice, those eyes and how could I forget that turned up full lip. What the fuck are you doing here in my life again? I wanted to fuck you when you first got in my car. I lied and said I couldn’t get hard, but I believed you when you said you weren’t a working girl. Now I find you in here giving me a lap dance but you don’t want to go home with me? What’s going on with you? And what is it about me that you don’t find appealing?”
“It’s not you it’s me. It’s a long story,” I say to him.
“Get your clothes. I can take you home and you can tell me all about it, or, you can decide to go with me to my apartment and then tell me all about you. You’ve got my interest peaked,” he says smiling with a bold stare.
“Well, why are you standing there? Do you want me to take you home?” I shook my head yes. He took off his jacket. “First I meet you and you look like a banker but you are walking the street like a prostitute, and now you look like a prostitute and you will probably tell me you are a banker.”
Evan walked over to me, placed his jacket over my shoulder. “Get your things and I’ll wait for you in my limo. I hope by then you’ve decided you want to come home with me.”
The End
Of
Part 1: What The Heart Desires
What the Heart Wants Part 2
What The Heart Needs Part 3
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Mine To Possess Part 1
Chapter 1: Andrea
I graduated high school with a scholarship to the University of California Berkeley and that’s where I met my best friend, Susan Belgrave. She is a pretty blond about five feet two and a size zero, with a great sense of humor, and she recognized how unprepared I was my first year on campus.
In jeopardy of losing my scholarship, I turned to her for help and she did the best she could to tutor me. I had no ear for foreign languages and in a few days I had to pass a test that I knew would signal the end of my scholarship, and the end of my time