Page 45 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

I pull her up toward me and kiss her on the lips. She presses her body down against mine, her breasts against my chest, her leg curved over my leg. I reach down and caress her back and squeeze her ass cheek, my fingers going down toward her pussy and her thigh. I can feel she’s trembling, and my cock begins to stir again beneath her stomach. "You’re fucking hot, you know that?"

"You said that to me multiple times, and I have to say, I do appreciate it." She grins. "You’re not so bad yourself, Ethan."

"Oh, so now you call me Ethan?"

"I mean, I can go back to sir, if you want me to."

"You can call me whatever you fucking want," I say, kissing her hard. "So, what’s that jingle you’ve been working on?" I ask her as I push her onto her back and run my fingers down her stomach, toward her pussy again. She looks at me in surprise.

"We’re talking about work now?"

"We can fuck and talk about work. My two favorite things."

"Fuck?" She blushes. "But we’ve both come already."

"Oh, we’re just getting started, honey." I grunt because there’s no way that I’m not going to fuck her. I just need a little time to get hard again so that I can last and give her the fucking of her life. Because now that I’ve heard her scream once, I want to hear it over and over again. She blinks, and I can tell she’s not sure what’s going to happen. "Let me hear the jingle."

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and then nods. "So, this is something that was in my head for the Rosser Home Goods jingle," she starts and then pauses.

"Okay, I’m listening." My fingers trail up and down her stomach, and I reach over and kiss her collarbone.

She starts singing, "Rosser Home Store. Rosser Home Goods is the store for all your needs. We got lights, very bright. We got nails, don’t catch it in your tail. We got floors, for even outdoors, and we got grass for your ass." She laughs, and I am bemused.

"That was cute," I say. Then, because I feel she should know, I tell her how beautiful her voice is. "You’ve got talent," I say. "You can carry a tune." I don’t know why I’m so surprised, but her voice is melodic and beautiful.

"Carrying a tune doesn’t mean you have so much talent that you’ll make it as a star." She sounds rueful, and I realize that this is important to her. I also realize she lacks self-confidence, which makes me sad. "It just means that you took a couple of voice lessons, and—"

"Don’t put yourself down. You’ve got a nice voice. Have you ever written anything else?" I ask her, and she blushes.

"I’ve written a few songs, maybe." She looks away and looks down. "Or maybe a couple hundred, but trust me, they aren’t all that."

I grab her chin and turn her face toward me again. "You don’t have to be embarrassed. I showed you my art. I’m no Picasso."

"You’re pretty close though." Her eyes light up. "You’re really good."

"I’m okay, but my point is that just because I’m not Picasso doesn’t mean I don’t have any talent. Or that I couldn’t sell some art to someone. You might not be at the level of a major pop star right now, but you’re still amazing.I’d love to hear one of your songs, if you’d like to share it with me."

"I mean, I guess. Ella and Isabel are always saying that if I want to become a singer-songwriter, I should share more. I think they were talking about karaoke nights and stuff, but…" Her voice trails off, and I can see she’s debating whether or not to share with me. I hope she trusts me enough to share one of her pieces.

"But I’m here, and I’m as good as any karaoke night," I say to her, hoping she will sing one of her songs because I really want to hear it. More than should be legal.

"Okay." She nods slowly. "But I’m a little bit nervous, so I might close my eyes and pretend you’re not here, if you don’t mind."

"It’s okay, as long as you don’t mind me doing this," I say as I slip my fingers between her legs and gently rub her clit.

"Mmm," she moans. "I think that might be distracting." She whimpers, and her legs widen. I grin as I slip a finger inside of her. Her body shakes as I add another finger. I love the effect I have on her. My thumb rubs her clit, and she moans. "I’m not going to be able to concentrate if you do that." She can barely talk through her moans.

"Oh?" I say, moving slightly, so now I’m hovering over her. I grab my cock and rub it against her clit, and she moans again. "What about if I move my thumb, and it’s just this?" I say as I pull my fingers out.

"I don’t know," she moans. "Oh, fuck, Ethan."

I grin as I glance down at her; her blue eyes are practically begging me to take her, and I want her. I could thrust into her right now, but I want to hear her sing. "What do you want?" I ask softly.

"Fuck me," she says. "Just fucking fuck me."

"I will if you sing for me," I say, nudging the tip of my cock slightly into her opening.

"You better never call me a tease," she says, shaking her head. "You’re the tease."

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