Page 4 of Undeniable

"Sì. You are." She states as fact, so I lower the camera to look directly into her imp eyes.

"Really?"

She gives me a flirtatious smirk and nods at my briefs.

I glance down and see my bulging cock.

"You are Mister Big Man, no?"

Mister Big Man. That’s a new one."Hahaha." I laugh out loud, then give her a direct piercing look with the same flirtatious smile. "No. Not yet."

Her flirtatious smirk falters, and her eyes flare shocked. "Dio buono, che diventa più grande?"

Time to play.I laugh again, reach for her hand, then pull her with me to the bar. "Let’s have a drink." When we get there, I take the camera off and set it down. "Sì, my cock gets bigger."

"Hai capito Italiana?" She sputters, a little embarrassed that I understood her outburst.

"Sì, parlo correntemente l' Italiano." She rolls her eyes.Busted.

I take a crystal canister filled with amber alcohol and pop the seal, turn the lone glass over and pour myself a stiff one. "Your English is good, but needs practice. Will you drink with me?"

"What kind?" She leans over and examines the bottle.

"Crown Royal. It’s Canadian whiskey. Smooth."

"Whiskey. Umm. Sì, a small one."

"Good girl." Leaning over to open the cabinet door, I reach inside and get another lowball glass. "Would you like it on the rocks?" I glance back at her and catch her eyeing my ass with a look that says 'that’s an incredible ass.' Standing back up, I finish my question. "Or neat?"

"Pardon? I do not understand."

"On the rocks means over ice, and neat means straight from the bottle."

She looks at my glass and says. "Neat, please."

Pouring her a full shot, I ask. "Will you need water to chase it?"

"Not if it is good whiskey." She answers and when I hand it to her she swirls the contents and sniffs the liquid. "Umm." She lifts her shot and we clink our glasses together. There is no hesitation or timidness to her consumption. She tosses it back like a veteran. "Ummhmm. Good whiskey, no?"

I smile and reach for her glass. "Another?"

"Sì, please."

As I fill our glasses for round two, I feel her eyes on my ass again. I smirk to myself, knowing she is trying to maintain a level of professionalism, but can’t help enjoying the view. When I turn around and extend her glass, I ask. "Do you like a man’s ass?" I smirk at her confused face, then again clink our glasses, and drink alone.

She frowns at me."Pardon? I do not understand."

"Do you like a man’s ass?" I ask again.

"Mansass? I do not know this term." She looks at her drink.

Unable to hide my amusement, I chuckle, but don’t offer an explanation. Instead, I let my eyes devour hers. When she begins to get uncomfortable, I ask again not taking my eyes off hers as I put my fingers under her arm and lift the glass to her lips. "Do you like a man’s ass?"

She stares into mine and I can see the desire building in hers. When the glass reaches her lips, she drops them to drink. I know the burning sensation she feels as the liquid slides down her throat then lights a fire in her gut collides with the passion I churned in her pussy. When she swallows, I ease the pressure of my fingers and let the glass gently lower from her lips. When our eyes connect again, I see the fire is lit and before I remove my fingers from her arm, I rub her skin with my thumb. Sending the signal that I may be demanding, but I am an excellent lover. The smile has left her face and the laughter gone from her eyes. Sliding my fingers down her forearm to her hand, I gently remove the empty glass. I set it down on the bar without looking and bring her hand to my lips. I place a small kiss on the back, and her eyes fall to my mouth, watching my lips. When I pull back, I whisper, knowing she has forgotten my question. "Do you?" I can see her about to nod yes and smile at her willingness to capitulate so easily. "Like a man’s ...ass?" I emphasize ass, making her blink then think.

She frowns and says. "Ass ... is ... donkey, no?"

I give her a playful grin, take the hand I hold and put it on my ass, then squeeze her fingers, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek. "No. Do you like a." I emphasize the last two words, dragging them out. "Man’s ... ass?"

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