LingeringDesire
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2013
- Location
- Ohio, USA
Evie would have laughed if she'd been able, his groaned statement was oh so true for her as well. Never, ever has she crawled across the floor of her kitchen and attacked a man's pants to get at his cock. Now with it buried in her mouth she was the happiest. He didn't love her, she'd just stated she wanted to fall in love. She was so pathetic, damn him and his pretty face and his bad boy attitude. And damn me and my stupid pussy that is so incredibly wanting of this pole. The final thought made her want to cry.
His hand in her hair dragging and guiding her head caused her to moan around him as he exploded. It wasn't the big explosion of the night before but still it was something. He pulled back, dragging his hand along the shaft to make sure he gave her every drop and there she sat on her heels, mouth wide and ready for the last little drop. Oh, she didn't stop there either, silly female swiped her tongue all over his head and she cleaned him before licking her lips clean as well. Sadly, she anticipated that he would really give it to her this time and so she pushed her white shorts off, left them dangling on one foot as he moved her about.
Back curling as she perched on the counter, her tan ass a grave contrast to the deep green marble and white cabinets. "Like you need to ask Frankie," She answered back, not even caring if he liked the nickname or not. He rubbed against her, the heat and wetness of her pussy allowing him to slip and slide along her folds. "Yes... please..." She begged, unable to see straight, hands gripping at his shoulders, lips pursing to pull him into a deep kiss as he made them one, finally.
It was not to be. She jumped and nearly toppled off the counter and onto him as he yelled at the man snapping shots or recording them, she wasn't quite certain since it happened so fast. He'd chased the man off, so why now was he putting his damn cock away? Confusion painted her face. "He's gone Frank... come finish me off..." Her plead fell on deaf ears as he seemed hell-bent on tracking the guy down. She bit her lip and turned her head from him, "Right, not awkward..." As if being turned down for sex twice by the man that couldn't keep it in his pants made her feel anything BUT awkward.
she pushed her ass back further on the counter as she heard his shoe thuds retreating and then the door closing. Lips quivering she held her head in her hands. Fingers spread into the blonde strands as she allowed herself a pity party. What was so wrong with her that he didn't want to or couldn't fuck her? She shook there in her spot before slipping from the counter in only her birthday suit and going to lock the door. Last thing she needed was to explain the mess of the kitchen.
Hurrying up the steps she hopped into the shower and allowed herself a good cry. It wasn't fair, but if she kept this up she'd end up falling for this guy and then where would she be? She guessed it would kind of be the same path. Sure she wanted love but dammit she felt something for the prince. Fuck, if she knew what it was or anything... she sighed audibly. Alone she could do such a thing and not be questioned. It seemed once he left, her head was clearer. Why couldn't he have just called her on the phone? Facetime? Text message? anything other than showing up at her door?
Giving out a resolute sigh, she knew what she had to do... kill him? NO... nice try. She had to keep him at arms length, not let him take her to the point where they were naked. She thought maybe it would be easy with their parents there. Her vagina did NOT agree. So she set to putting together the hardest outfit in history to get off. Tight gray jeans, light pink lace dress, corset bra and panties. She smiled at the thought of him yanking on those jeans, it would give her all the time in the world to tell him no and to find it within herself to resist him.
Wandering out of her bedroom in jeans and tee shirt she checked her messages before cleaning up. It was her dad telling her about the meeting at her place, brunch. She rolled her eyes, "Guess a grocery trip is in order..." She muttered hitting the delete button. Scraping the plates she put them in the dishwasher and then swept and mopped the floor, hoping to cover all evidence of Frank being there that day. Tossing the tank and white shorts in the washer she smiled at her job and headed out for items to make a brunch. She imagined it was the same as the teas she hosted for her mother and grandmother when she was growing up so a menu quickly formed in her pretty little head.
Bacon and cheese frittata, spring salad with mango, avocado and pecans, biscuits from scratch and mimosas. Her mouth was watering by the time she got to the grocery store. After her purchases she drove back home, she passed the palace and thought of turning in to check on Frank. Although her body said yes, the mind took over and she gained her sense of self respect and turned the way that led home. Everest busied herself prepping for the next day. The large magnolia tree in the backyard would provide some clippings for the table and the large white table would seat all six of them, A father on each side with the mother next to them and the prospective couple sitting next to their future father in law. She didn't even catch the thought as she pulled down her fancy plates and set the table, one less thing to do the next day.
Gold placemats held deep green plates edged in gold, tall stemware edged in gold as well and golden colored silverware green colored napkins. She did have impressible skills when it came to cooking and setting the scene, something a future king would need. She smiled at the thought, then stopped herself. Sighing she pulled down the golden vases and gave them a rinse before setting them on the counter to dry. She had her pans and things laid out, frittata cut and on a platter, bowl with the salad and mini tray for the toppings, biscuits in a basket with a towel and mimosas. The champagne was in the fridge and the orange juice was in a carafe in the fridge chilling as well, raspberries for decoration were washed and freezing on a tray in the freezer with blueberries.
Stretching high into the air the woman turned off the light and put her day to rest. Tomorrow would be trying on so many levels and she needed her sleep. Sure it was early but it wasn't like she had anything else to do. So Evie stripped down and dove into bed. Of course her dreams were Frank filled, but then again after the day before it was becoming normal. She moaned in her sleep, finally getting the satisfaction she craved...
His hand in her hair dragging and guiding her head caused her to moan around him as he exploded. It wasn't the big explosion of the night before but still it was something. He pulled back, dragging his hand along the shaft to make sure he gave her every drop and there she sat on her heels, mouth wide and ready for the last little drop. Oh, she didn't stop there either, silly female swiped her tongue all over his head and she cleaned him before licking her lips clean as well. Sadly, she anticipated that he would really give it to her this time and so she pushed her white shorts off, left them dangling on one foot as he moved her about.
Back curling as she perched on the counter, her tan ass a grave contrast to the deep green marble and white cabinets. "Like you need to ask Frankie," She answered back, not even caring if he liked the nickname or not. He rubbed against her, the heat and wetness of her pussy allowing him to slip and slide along her folds. "Yes... please..." She begged, unable to see straight, hands gripping at his shoulders, lips pursing to pull him into a deep kiss as he made them one, finally.
It was not to be. She jumped and nearly toppled off the counter and onto him as he yelled at the man snapping shots or recording them, she wasn't quite certain since it happened so fast. He'd chased the man off, so why now was he putting his damn cock away? Confusion painted her face. "He's gone Frank... come finish me off..." Her plead fell on deaf ears as he seemed hell-bent on tracking the guy down. She bit her lip and turned her head from him, "Right, not awkward..." As if being turned down for sex twice by the man that couldn't keep it in his pants made her feel anything BUT awkward.
she pushed her ass back further on the counter as she heard his shoe thuds retreating and then the door closing. Lips quivering she held her head in her hands. Fingers spread into the blonde strands as she allowed herself a pity party. What was so wrong with her that he didn't want to or couldn't fuck her? She shook there in her spot before slipping from the counter in only her birthday suit and going to lock the door. Last thing she needed was to explain the mess of the kitchen.
Hurrying up the steps she hopped into the shower and allowed herself a good cry. It wasn't fair, but if she kept this up she'd end up falling for this guy and then where would she be? She guessed it would kind of be the same path. Sure she wanted love but dammit she felt something for the prince. Fuck, if she knew what it was or anything... she sighed audibly. Alone she could do such a thing and not be questioned. It seemed once he left, her head was clearer. Why couldn't he have just called her on the phone? Facetime? Text message? anything other than showing up at her door?
Giving out a resolute sigh, she knew what she had to do... kill him? NO... nice try. She had to keep him at arms length, not let him take her to the point where they were naked. She thought maybe it would be easy with their parents there. Her vagina did NOT agree. So she set to putting together the hardest outfit in history to get off. Tight gray jeans, light pink lace dress, corset bra and panties. She smiled at the thought of him yanking on those jeans, it would give her all the time in the world to tell him no and to find it within herself to resist him.
Wandering out of her bedroom in jeans and tee shirt she checked her messages before cleaning up. It was her dad telling her about the meeting at her place, brunch. She rolled her eyes, "Guess a grocery trip is in order..." She muttered hitting the delete button. Scraping the plates she put them in the dishwasher and then swept and mopped the floor, hoping to cover all evidence of Frank being there that day. Tossing the tank and white shorts in the washer she smiled at her job and headed out for items to make a brunch. She imagined it was the same as the teas she hosted for her mother and grandmother when she was growing up so a menu quickly formed in her pretty little head.
Bacon and cheese frittata, spring salad with mango, avocado and pecans, biscuits from scratch and mimosas. Her mouth was watering by the time she got to the grocery store. After her purchases she drove back home, she passed the palace and thought of turning in to check on Frank. Although her body said yes, the mind took over and she gained her sense of self respect and turned the way that led home. Everest busied herself prepping for the next day. The large magnolia tree in the backyard would provide some clippings for the table and the large white table would seat all six of them, A father on each side with the mother next to them and the prospective couple sitting next to their future father in law. She didn't even catch the thought as she pulled down her fancy plates and set the table, one less thing to do the next day.
Gold placemats held deep green plates edged in gold, tall stemware edged in gold as well and golden colored silverware green colored napkins. She did have impressible skills when it came to cooking and setting the scene, something a future king would need. She smiled at the thought, then stopped herself. Sighing she pulled down the golden vases and gave them a rinse before setting them on the counter to dry. She had her pans and things laid out, frittata cut and on a platter, bowl with the salad and mini tray for the toppings, biscuits in a basket with a towel and mimosas. The champagne was in the fridge and the orange juice was in a carafe in the fridge chilling as well, raspberries for decoration were washed and freezing on a tray in the freezer with blueberries.
Stretching high into the air the woman turned off the light and put her day to rest. Tomorrow would be trying on so many levels and she needed her sleep. Sure it was early but it wasn't like she had anything else to do. So Evie stripped down and dove into bed. Of course her dreams were Frank filled, but then again after the day before it was becoming normal. She moaned in her sleep, finally getting the satisfaction she craved...