Page 2 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

I jump as I feel his hand on the small of my back, and he leans in a little closer, guiding me with gentle force towards a red pick-up.

“I’ll have my eye on you the whole time. You’ll do great, you’re just perfect…”

He helps me up into his truck and I watch in the rear view mirror as he walks around back to get in on his side. His fine ass is like granite, showing through his white chino shorts, his tanned calves flexing with each step. I have to let out a sound, before he gets in the truck. Somehow relieving a tiny bit of the immense pressure that’s built up deep inside me. If I don’t do something, I’m not sure what will happen, it feels like I’m about to burst just being near the man

Whoever he is.

I forgot to even ask what he does.

If you’re a psycho killer, posing as a yacht event planner, please have your way with me first…

Several times.

Chapter Two

Michael

It’s risky, but I can’t. I won’t.

There’s no way I’m gonna leave her alone. Too many things could go wrong. That’s what I tell myself.

In truth, I can’t stand to have her out of my sight. Not for one minute. If anybody else got near her, if they even tried to… No. I can’t think like that. It’s easier to just arrange to have her with me from now on.

Always.

Forever.

Since I saw her I knew I had to have her. Not just meet her, dinner and drinks, fuck that shit. Anybody could do that. Everybody does that, it’s why they’re all so miserable.

No.

She’s the one. I can just tell, before I even know her name or anything about her. Her body tells my body, in a very direct and powerful way that she’s the one.

And she hasn’t even met me yet.

I watch through the window of the agency as she moves from one foot to the next, her feet must be tired, aching. Like I’m aching inside and out, for her now.

I noticed her from across the street walking in and I literally walked in front of traffic, following the perfect shape of her heart shaped ass, watching it hug and squeeze itself through the white fabric of her dress, all the way across the road.

She tosses her golden hair back after letting it down while she chats to her boss and it feels like the reigns holding a hundred stallions inside me have been let loose when she does. I want her to lash my body with that hair as I grip her tight.

I growl watching her through the glass as I press a finger to her shape through it, fighting the urge to march right in, throw her over my shoulder and just take her home.

Her new home, our home. But I have to wait.

I need a way to get her to me… an easier way.

The Parker investment cruise just got brought forward. Hell, those rich assholes will fall over themselves to have an exclusive with the legendary recluse. A once only, time sensitive mystery themed cruise with dinner on the island they’re paying for is just the kind of crap they lap up with their silver spoons.

I make a mental note to have the invites sent, grateful for the jacket I’m carrying too, as I notice quickly that it’s not just my mind and eyes that are excited by the sight of her.

Those hips, moving in time as she sways her whole body when she talks, the heaving of her heavy chest as she laughs at something I can’t hear. It’s given me a hardness I’ve never felt before, but more than that, it’s made up my mind that I have to have her, whatever it takes.

I moan again as I see the flash of her blue eyes, reflecting the seemingly dim light from inside the drab temp agency. She lights up everything when she moves. The room is brighter and the colors in it richer, just from her being there.

Blue eyes and blond hair. And a full figure for once. A woman I could actually see myself grabbing onto without feeling like a bag of bones. My breath catches, and I shudder just taking her in, having to remind myself I’m in public. An arrest for indecent exposure won’t help, and I know pleasuring myself won’t either.

It has to be her touching me, not myself. Her sweet mouth, those smooth, plump hands pumping me to attention, right before I thrust it all so deep inside her she won’t have any choice but to gush her essence over my thick rod while I fill her full of my seed.

Ah Christ, what am I thinking? This aching cock of mine. I haven’t felt like this in probably twenty years… probably how old she is too…

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