Page 2 of Mr. Cream
Devon
Iknow all about Ambrosia Miller. Love at first sight? Never believed in it until I saw the beautiful blonde bombshell and instantly fell head over fucking heels in love. Then I became a man on a mission. Our encounter on the dancefloor of the club is not because of chance but because I’m determined to make her mine.
And now, she’s on her knees in front of me with her hands working my belt free. A greedy smile spreads across her lips as she spreads my pants open and reaches for my cock.
“Jesus,” I hiss the moment her hot, wet mouth wraps around my hard length.
She lets my cock pop out of her mouth. “No, it’s Ambrosia,” she says with a cocky grin before she opens wide to devour my cock whole.
I bang my fist against the wall because her mouth feels like heaven wrapped around me. It’s like she knows exactly how I want my dick to be sucked. Long strokes followed by teasing twirls of her tongue along the sensitive tip before she swallows my length in its entirety. But she has to stop before I explode because I don’t want to waste a single drop in her mouth. I’m saving it all for her virgin pussy.
Yes, I even know that about her. My investigators are meticulous.
Regretfully, I pull my cock from her mouth. She whimpers and her red lips pout. “I need to be inside of you, Ambrosia, and I’m not going to fuck you in the VIP suite of some club.”
Slowly, she rises to her feet and adjusts the low-cut top her jumpsuit. “I should probably tell you that… I’ve never been with a man before.”
Her voice is so soft and the confidence that was there minutes ago is gone. She can’t even look me in the eye, and I am desperate to see her sapphire blue eyes. I place a gentle finger under her chin and tilt her face toward me.
“You sure don’t suck cock like a virgin,” I tell her.
Her lips tilt up into a shy smile. “Not all virgins are good girls.”
“Let’s just see how bad you are, Ambrosia.” I shove my cock back inside my underwear and then button my pants. “There’s a black sedan waiting outside. Get in and strip. I want you completely bare when I join you.”
A moment of hesitation flashes in her eyes before she says, “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I like the way she calls me sir.
I brush my thumb along her lower lip and then lean forward to tug it between my teeth before letting her lip pop free. “Go,” I command her softly.
As she turns, I can’t help but swat her ass. She jumps and screeches but doesn’t make any effort to hide the smile on her lips.
When she’s gone, I exhale loudly. Ambrosia is the perfect woman; she’s beautiful and confident, the perfect mix of angel and devil. My pride swells at the thought of being the first man inside her pussy and if I have my way, I’ll be the only man inside her pussy. She was made for me and tonight, I’m going to claim her.
I slip my cell phone from my pocket and call the Fairmont. It’s my favorite hotel in San Francisco and while they don’t have the penthouse suite available, the presidential suite is, and I quickly book it.
I glance at the entrance of the VIP suite we occupied and wonder if she’s followed my directions. If she did, then I’ll be a happy man with his face buried between the creamy thighs of a beautiful woman. If she didn’t, then I’ll take delight in punishing her before I make her scream my name with pleasure.
