Page 21 of Her Supermodel Stalker
“I see,” I say. “What’s his last name?”
“Milhous.”
Jackson Milhous. I vaguely remember hearing the name but can’t recall the face. I make a mental note to check him out.
We are in the middle of the country road, between farms fields. It’s all dark around us except the road ahead illuminated by the headlights. It’s so quiet I can hear the tree crickets’ choir. Driven by a sudden impulse, I pull the car over to the side.
“What’s wrong?” Lexi asks.
“Nothing,” I say as I turn off the engine and the headlight. “Just want to enjoy the moment.”
I put my hands under my head and stare into the night. Not a car passes by for a minute, and I hear insects chirping around us. “I don’t get to do this often in New York,” I murmur.
“You’ll have plenty of chances if you stay here,” Lexi murmurs.
I turn to look at her. Her eyes shimmer with moonlight. I take her hand, kiss it and press it onto my cheek. “I should definitely stay here.”
Her breath hitches. “Why did you decide to become a vineyard owner?”
Because of you.I want to say, but again, I don’t want her to think I’m a pervert.
“Because there’s an expiration date for a modeling career,” I say. This is true, too.
She laughs. “But you’re far from being expired! They say you’re the most in-demand model in the world.”
I chuckle. “Maybe I am at the moment, but you can’t count on it. Fashion is unpredictable, and the industry is ever-changing. A novel idea or a new movement can easily change what people want to see in a model. Years ago, the tall and thin dominated, but now they want healthy, strong, and even overweighted. Tens of thousands of people are trying to get into the job market, and online platforms provide plenty of opportunities and thus intensify the competition. Tomorrow the world might wake up with a new supermodel that would win the hearts of millions, and people would forget I even existed.”
“No way!” she squeezes my hand. “I can’t imagine that! I won’t forget for sure.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmur. “That’s all matters.”
In the darkness, I see the gleam of her eyes. God! She’s so beautiful! I lean closer to kiss her.
Lexi holds on to my arm and whimpers when my lips touch hers. I pull her to my lap and trail kisses down to her neck and her collarbone. “I wanted to do this the whole evening,” I whisper into her ear.
I cup her breasts and squeeze them through her dress, and then I pull the top down to realize my fantasy. Her luscious peaks spill in front of me. Fuck me. They’re so perky. Her nipples are already hard and swollen. I bend down to kiss them one by one, making Lexi gasp and mewl.
While sucking her pebbled tips, I reach down to cup her pussy, which has been drenched since dinner. Rubbing her wetness over her, I glide my thumb over her slippery folds, enjoying the squishy sound I make.
“Oh, Devin!” she cries out.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You’re making a lot of wine down there!”
She giggles while moaning. “Aren’t you going to taste me again?”
“Damn right I am,” I say as I reach to push the seat back and shift us so she sits and I kneel in front of her.
“No way,” she gasps and stares at me excitedly.
“Yes,” I say, pushing her dress up to expose her bare, glistening center. I suck in a breath, pull her down gently, and drape her legs on my shoulders as I bury my face between her thighs.
Lexi lets out a long, satisfying moan when I drag my tongue over her sweet valley coated with nectar.
“Mmm, Devin!” she cries in a trembling voice.
“Yes, sweetheart. You like?”
“I do. More, please!”
