Page 4 of Torrid Passion
“Uh-huh,” she nods.
“I’m all ears.”
“You ride me…” her eyes settle on my crotch. Her lips part and she locks eyes again. Subtle, she isn’t. “And make me purr and you can take my wheels for a long spin,” she caresses her dashboard.
She isn’t pussyfooting around.
“Chelsea…”
“Yes.” She’s so eager.
“I don’t do deals, sweetheart.”
“But you won’t regret it.”
I lean forward and drop my forearms against her car. “Let me explain how it works with me. I don’t fuck for money, perks, or gifts.”
“Oh,” she looks disappointed.
“Do you always use your luxury ride as bait?”
“Men like fast cars,” she tells me.
“I can buy my own fast car,” I tell her. I study her for a few long seconds. I swear, my hectic work schedule does the talking for me. “But I am willing to takeyoufor a spin, because I think you’d be a hell of a hot ride.”
She smiles wide. “Oh, you have no idea.”
“Are you free tonight?”
Don’t judge. You have no idea how long it’s been.
“I am.”
“Sounds good. Give me your phone.”
With frantic hands, Chelsea grabs her phone from the passenger seat and hands it to me.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I say when I’m done inputting my phone number.
“I can’t wait.”
I’m just about to straighten up when Chelsea parts her legs, flashing me in the process. I try to peel my eyes away from her exposed pussy, but it’s not easy. Adulting comes at a price. Too many weeks of me jerking my cock with my fists and it doesn’t take me much to get hard as a rod. And let’s be honest, even premium porn pales in comparison to a woman in the flesh.
I cock an eyebrow. “No panties?”
She folds her bottom lip between her teeth and looks up at me from under her long lashes. “I removed them when I came back to my car. They’re in the glove compartment. I wanted to make sure you got the message… loud and clear.”
God bless the women of LA.
“I do.”
Like I said. It’s been a long time.
