Page 4 of Mr. Cream
Devon
The way she calls mesirdoes something to me. It’s more than just the twitch of my dick. It makes me feel proud; it makes me want to earn that title. I want to be hersir.
But I also want to be Devon. I want her to know every part of me. I wear so many hats and running my family’s billion-dollar baked good business sometimes brings out the worst in people. Women only want me for two things: my money and my dick. But with Ambrosia, I feel like things could be different. She has no idea who I am which means her response to me is completely genuine.
I just don’t know how I’m going to tell her that I recently hired her company to help me become a father. Or that the instant I saw her across the office, I fell in love and had to have her. Once she finds out about my duplicity, she’ll be gone. But for now, I’m going to enjoy every moment we have together.
Ambrosia looks a little disheveled as we walk through the lobby of the Fairmont. I stop to check us in and grab the key to the suite before we head to the elevators. Underneath the bright lights of the hotel lobby, she’s even more beautiful. Her golden blonde locks are wild and wavy, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. I can’t help but lean over and leave a trail of kisses along her neck.
The elevator car arrives with a ding and we step on together. I want to push her against the wall and continue to devour her but I also have a deep desire to justknowher.
“Where do you work?” I ask as casually as possible.
She laughs. “Doesn’t a conversation like this feel like a step backward after everything we’ve just done?”
“So, you’re just using me for sex?”
I love the way her cheeks redden to a deep rosy color. “No, of course not! I just didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think I’d be interested in more?”
“Right. I assumed this was a one-time thing.”
I turn to face her completely and step forward, backing her into the corner. “Let’s get one thing clear, Ambrosia. This is not just a one-night stand. I’ve had a taste of heaven and I wantmore.”
She tucks her hair behind her ears and looks up at me with an expression I haven’t seen yet. Shyness. “Okay, well, I just started a new job at a surrogacy firm.”
I know all of this, of course, but I want to hear it from her lips.
“Are you from the Bay area?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m from a little town in the desert called Bishop.”
The elevator stops and the doors slide open. I step aside and Ambrosia walks past me. I follow behind with the key card firmly in my hand.
“How long have you lived in San Francisco,” I ask as I wave the card across the key pad. I push the door open and hold it for her, letting her enter the expansive suite first.
“Just a few months.” She turns in the foyer, her eyes wide. “Holy shit, this place is bigger than my whole apartment!”
“I bet. San Francisco is one of the most expensive cities for real estate.”
There’s a table against the wall and I empty my pockets, placing my wallet and phone on its marble top. Ambrosia sets her small bag on the table next to my stuff and then heads into the suite’s massive master bedroom.
“Oh my god, this view is incredible.”
I stand in the doorway, watching the way she marvels at the view of Nob Hill below us. Her eyes are big and bright, and her smile is pure joy. “I’m glad you’re enjoying all of this,” I say as I step into the room and make my way toward her. I wrap my hands slowly around her waist and kiss her bare shoulder. The scent of something clean and floral lingers on her skin; I chase it with kisses, inhaling the scent with each breath.
“Why me?” She asks softly.
I spin her so that she faces me and kiss her lips gently. “Why not you? You’re beautiful, Ambrosia.”
“But there were tons of beautiful women in the club,” she protests. Her chin drops and I place a finger under it, lifting her face so I can look into her eyes.
“Yes, but there’s only one Ambrosia.” I gather her in my arms and pull her flush against me just as my mouth crashes down onto hers. I love the way she responds to me, the way she slides her hand around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair, the way she hungrily reciprocates my kiss.
“Devon,” she says softly. I wait for her to continue but she seems hesitant. She bites down on her bottom lip and looks up at me with big, blueneedyeyes. I know exactly what she’s trying to say because I want the same thing. To be deep inside of her, stretching her tight, virginal pussy.
My hands slide around her waist and my fingers search for the zipper of her jumpsuit. I grasp it and tug, letting it slide down until the top loosens. Ambrosia shakes it free, revealing a set of tits that are perfect handfuls. I growl but resist the urge to bend and suck one of her dusky pink nipples into my mouth. There will be plenty of time to worship her body.
Ambrosia pushes the rest of her jumpsuit down her thighs until it pools at her feet and she steps out of it. I take pleasure in knowing that her panties are safely tucked away in my pocket.
I take a step back and admire the beautiful creature standing before me, her body displayed for my eyes only. She is going to make me a lucky man and if she doesn’t run when I tell her the truth, then I will spend the rest of my days making her the happiest woman on earth.
