C.M. Nascosta

His ability to finger fuck her in public and go right back to the conversation about her job prospects without missing a beat was astounding, and she nearly choked on her wine when the server asked if they were enjoying their meal a moment later.

I think you may have killed me.”

I missed you, you know. When you were gone.”

It’s strange,” he rumbled, adjusting his watchband, the picture of brusque professionalism. “You see someone every week, you talk to them, they’re a part of your routine, your schedule. They become part of your life. You share a certain level of intimacy with them. You miss them when they’re gone. You can almost convince yourself you know them, because you start to fill in blanks on your own, but you never really know.”

But I’m in a position to comfortably spoil someone, so when you’re with me, I’m spoiling you. End of story.”

Written in the stars.

’ll take care of this pretty little pussy anytime you want, sweetheart. Anytime she wants to be licked, I’ll be here to lick it and make you come. Eating this pussy is going to be my new favorite meal. Anytime she wants to be stuffed with my fat bull cock, I’ll be here to fuck you so good you won’t be able to remember your own name. I’m going to spoil you rotten, Violet. I’m going to spoil this cunt every way I can . . . all you need to do is tell me what you need.”

“You just need to tell me what you want, sweetheart. You’re in charge.”

and I hope my feelings aren’t one-sided.

ou’re making it very hard to be a gentleman, but I think it’s time to bring you home.”