1st (Love For Sale) by Michelle Hughes Read Free Book Online

while the other wanted to beg him to finish what he started.  I did neither as I sat there confused as hell about what had just happened.
    “I’ve given you something to think about.” It wasn’t a question, and that rich as molasses voice of his didn’t make my need lessen any. 
    “You’re a jerk.”  I didn’t raise my voice or have any inflection in my tone.  The truth was I was so far out of my comfort zone I didn’t know what to do.
    “I can be, but I can also be a generous lover who knows just what your body needs to be satisfied.”
    The way he sat there, looking so calm as he admitted to a fault and expounded on his ego should have enraged me.  Instead I think it turned me on even more.  “Egotistical, too.” Maybe a small part of me hoped by calling him out he’d show me a little more. I’m not saying I wanted that, but I might have been curious.
    “There’s no ego involved.  You’re easy to read and since you obviously haven’t had much sexual experience, pleasing you wouldn’t be hard.” He stood up and took his coffee cup over to the sink, washed it out and placed it in the dishwasher.  “All you have to do is ask me permission.”  He crossed his well-defined arms over his chest and stood there without speaking, just looking at me.
    The man had lost his ever-loving mind if he thought I was going to ask him to pleasure me.  Just because my panties were drenched, and I had this almost unbearable ache between my legs, that surely didn’t mean I’d beg him for release.  Climbing to my feet I walked over to the sink and followed his earlier actions, then stood back defiantly refusing to say anything else.
    “Kitten you have no idea how much fun I’d have breaking you.”  His hand shot out and I tensed, not knowing what he intended until it cupped my sex.  “Your tight little pussy is begging to be filled right now, isn’t it?”
    His hand pressed against the place throbbing in need wasn’t helping my resolve, but still I didn’t want to give in to his crazy idea.  My body had a different plan as my hips lifted to press against the pressure of his palm. He fed that need by using his knuckle to rub over my clit with firm resolve.  “Your choice, kitten.”
    “Please.” I didn’t even recognized the simpering whine that came from my mouth as need overcame sanity.  All I knew was that his touch wasn’t enough to give me what I wanted and I hated the ache left in its wake.
    “Please, what?” He pressed his knuckle firmly against my sex through my shorts, and rubbed back and forth quickly. 
    “I want you.” Pride be damned.  If he wanted me to ask for it, then screw it I would.
    “That’s a good start, kitten, real good.  Take off those bottoms.”  He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest again.
    Why I did what he asked was apparent, even knowing I might regret doing this later.  Without hesitation, I grabbed my shorts and panties and pulled them off with one quick movement.  My eyes shot upward to his and I waited for his touch.
    The one he gave wasn’t exactly what I wanted, since he grasped my arm and led me into a huge living room.  Pulling me over to an oversized leather couch, he pushed me down to sit while removing his boxers with a little more finesse than I had taken my own clothes off with.
    He stood in front of me, his cock hard and imposing as it protruded proudly.  I think the one positive was that he was apparently just as turned on as I was.  “Touch me.”
    His harsh demand was followed by him lifting my hand and pressing it against that silken steel rod.  My hand wrapped around the base, unable to touch my fingers together.  I had no idea how to do this right, so I just pumped him in my hand hoping it made him feel good.
    “Take my cock in your mouth, kitten, as much as you can.”
    I’d never given a blowjob, but there was always a first time for everything.  Using blind instinct, I suckled in the mushroom shaped