“I’ll be replacing the carpet in here soon,” Pete said nervously. “Few days. When you thinking about moving in?”
“I haven’t even decided on whether or not I want to live here, yet.”
“Well, what do you say we talk about it over dinner?”
“Wow,” Darlene said. She didn’t even intend to speak out loud. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or extremely uncomfortable.”
Pete tilted his head, bit his lower lip, and said, “If I were you, I’d be more on the flattered end of the spectrum. I don’t ask a lot of girls out, you know.”
“Oh, don’t you?”
“No, just the cute ones like you.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me cute.”
“I’m going for a million by seven o’clock tonight.”
Darlene laughed, covering her face because she didn’t want to accidentally spit. How could she say no to something like that?
She looked up at him to answer, but words did not come to her. Their eyes locked and they stepped toward each other.
*****
Then, they were kissing, wildly. It happened so quickly.
Darlene pushed Pete back. His eyes were hungry, his hands like claws, grasping for her body. She slipped off her shoes, and went into the bedroom. He followed. Dinner was off, it seemed.
She stood at the end of the bed, neurotically rubbing her fingers against the lace of her skirt. He looked ravenously at her cleavage, accentuated by the lace of her bra, now visible after the kiss.
Pete unloosened his tie—at least Darlene thought he did—hopefully for the sake of making the removal of his shirt easier on her. Her pussy was dripping, and she suddenly wondered whether she would have to attempt to get those cufflinks off.
Darlene felt her panties becoming soaked. She wanted him to fuck her and she wanted to have him, but still they were looking at each other, as if two leopards sizing each other up for a fight. She rubbed her thighs together, hoping that she’d be able to stimulate her own clitoris while waiting for Pete’s touch. She couldn’t remember wanting a man as badly as she wanted him. Finally he spoke.
“So, is this for business or pleasure?” Pete asked.
“You should know already that it’s for pleasure,” Darlene replied, sitting down gracefully on the bed. “A woman like me would never do this kind of thing for business. I’m almost insulted that you asked.”
“I like your response,” Pete smiled. “It’s good to know you’re a woman who can appreciate the difference. Not all women are like that.”
“Not all women are like me,” Darlene hissed. With her thighs flat on the bed and the balls of her feet touching the ground, Darlene’s open legs practically begged for Pete to lie on top of her. “In fact you’ve probably never been with a real woman compared to me.” Darlene didn’t usually talk like that. She wasn’t sure if it was the sexy Italian man in front of her making her frisky, or her new Los Angeles mindset finally kicking in.
“I’m not going to argue with you on that one, baby,” Pete said. He reached his hands out to put his calloused fingertips to Darlene’s cheekbones. Darlene wondered what a relator would have to do in order to make his hands so scraped up. However, she didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking him. The truth was that she liked the way his rough skin felt against her smooth face. “I want you to show me that you’re a real woman. I want you to show me what I’ve been missing out on.”
Whether he was pillow talking with her or not, Darlene liked the game that they had going on. She inched herself backward onto the bed, pulling at his tie so that he would be forced to follow her. “It’s not going to be that easy, Pete,” she said. “You’re going to have to prove to me that you deserve it.”
“Is that so?” he said, his hot breath hovering over her lips.
“Take off your tie. And your cuff links. I don’t give a damn about your Armani suit, Pete. Also, I don’t give a damn about how many apartments you rent out or condos you have or houses you own. I couldn’t give a shit.”
Darlene’s words ignited Pete to listen to her every move. Without another moment he’d flung off his tie, and while she lay on her back with her legs lifted in the air, she couldn’t help but laugh while he struggled to get out of the suit. Really all Darlene needed to do was slide her panties off. She thought the outfit was sexy enough to get laid in, and part of her even thought it might be kinky to let him ravage her while she kept it all on.
Once Pete was down to his bare chest, Darlene couldn’t take her eyes off of his subtle yet solid muscles. He didn’t look to be a man that worked out, but based on his physique she could tell that Pete took pride in his body. Before Darlene knew it she saw her red fingertips reaching out to touch his pecs. She didn’t want to enjoy her dessert before she got a chance to taste the main course. Pete’s sex appeal was undeniable, and Darlene wanted to take her time with the best looking man she’d ever had the chance to sleep with.
“I want this to be as good as I’m imagining it is going to be,” Darlene said, admiring her five red fingernails stretching over Pete’s nipple. “I just can’t believe how sexy you are.”
Pete smiled, undoing the button of his slacks and sliding them down to reveal his white briefs. She could see the bulge of his cock stuffed in those briefs like a sausage falling out of its casing.
“You’re sexy too, Darlene,” Pete said. Now his hands were grazing up her tights. She liked the way he firmly wrapped his fingers around her leg muscles, but she couldn’t wait until the stupid tights were off and she could fee those calloused hands against her bare skin.
“I want to explore your pussy like it’s a volcano,” Pete said. His face was so straight, and Darlene had never heard anything like that spoken in regard to her lady parts. “I know that pussy is dangerous and hot. I could get lost in it and burn up like ash. I want you to spew molten lava all over me.”
Darlene’s eyes went wide as Pete pulled down his briefs to reveal a towering, pulsating and quaking cock. His bush was thick and dark, like the curly hair on his head. Usually Darlene liked her men depilated but something about Pete’s grooming insisted on a masculine quality she’d not been accustomed to. There was something primal in the way Pete’s furry balls hung over Darlene’s face, and she was prepared to give in to her innermost animal instinct.
“I need it now,” she said. Her shaking legs could not stop dancing at the thought of him entering her with that massive monument of a penis. “I need it, Pete. Give it to me.”
“I have some unfinished business that I need to attend to first,” he said, smiling. Finally his rough fingers found the top of Darlene’s tights, hooked around them, and slowly pulled them down to her thighs. Pete wanted to give in to Darlene; he wanted to grant her wish. It wasn’t easy for him not to shove his cock in her right then and there, making her squeal like a gazelle. For some reason her long arms and legs reminded her of a wild animal running through the wilderness, and he felt like he was hunting her.
“If you’re as sweet and succulent as you say you are then I need to take my time with you and learn what a real woman is like,” Pete smirked. Her thighs were soft, smooth, and warm to his touch. Running his strong, lean arms across her legs, he couldn’t resist squeezing the delicious meat of her thighs as if they were something he were about to take a bite out of.
“I love your legs. Thick thighs, perfect calves, strong yet slender ankles, and petite feet. You have the legs of a goddess. It’s time for me to see your torso, now. Show me your back, your stomach, and your chest.”
“Well, aren’t you being assertive?” she said playfully, though half closed, smoky eyes. Pete couldn’t keep his eyes off her pearly smile. “I’ll give you what you want, Pete. When you’ve worked for it.”
I’m ready to work for it, Pete thought.
He slid her tights down to her feet and marveled at the matching red polish on her toenails. The nail polish on her toes was less chipped than that on her fingers; her toena
ils shone smoothly with a feminine luster. Taking her feet into his hands, he spread her legs open wide so that he could get a good look at her panties. He expected black panties to match her lace skirt, but was even more turned on when he found a bright red silk thong.
“That is quite enticing,” he said, reaching out to feel the exquisite cloth.
“Not yet,” she answered, slapping his hand. He was rich, and she was his, but Darlene wanted to assert herself. She smiled at him, teasingly, thinking of his wealth. Detroit guys could never even afford Armani, she thought, unless they were in the mob.
Wait. Could he be in the mob? Darlene nearly smacked herself in the face because she couldn’t believe how dumb she could be. I cannot fall in love with another mafia man. She had made that decision years ago.
“Pete, there is something I have to ask you,” Darlene whispered. She was now lying on her right hip, her ass pointed toward Pete. Her batting eyes made her look irresistible to him.
“I hope you’re going to ask me if I like it rough,” he answered. His smile had grown wicked looking down at the sweet, curvaceous body below him. Her dark, curly hair called to his hands. He wanted to lace his fingers around her curls and pull down while he fucked her hard.
“Actually, no,” Darlene said. “I just wanted to make sure what you do for a living. Are you just a realtor or do you do anything else? Hobbies? Side project?”
“What’s with the third degree?” Pete asked. His impulse was to draw his hand back, but he didn’t want to lose the progress he’d been making with this gorgeous woman. “Sorry,” he said quickly, trying to catch his mistake. “I do some other things. I like film, for example. I love making movies, but the kind of movies I like to make aren’t exactly what people like to watch anymore.”
“What kind of movies do you like to make?” Darlene asked. Her curiosity was piqued; her vagina was soaked and dripping into the bedsheet.
“Monster movies,” Pete laughed. “The bigger the monster, the better. Darlene couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Could he really have been the man she was waiting for her whole life?
“So you’re a filmmaker, or what?” she asked, taking her thong off to reveal her bare pussy to Pete.
“Yeah, you could say that,” he answered. “It’s kind of hard to break into the film industry, you know. I have some connections, but there is a lot of hustle out here. It’s easier if I make some rental income. Then I can finance my film projects.”
“Well it sounds like you’re a busy man with big dreams,” Darlene smiled. She wanted to get the small talk over with and get Pete’s dick inside her. “I’m a busy woman who craves a big cock. You gonna give me what I want?”
“So it’s starting to sound like I’ve earned you. Have I?” Pete said. Darlene couldn’t take it anymore. They had done enough talking. She reached down and grabbed his penis with her fingertips. She knew that her fingertips were hot because she’d been rubbing them against her clit while Pete was talking. She hoped the heat from her hands would translate to his dick, and that he could start to crave the moisture inside her.
“Grab it, baby,” Pete said. “Do what you want with it.”
“I’m about to shove it inside me if you don’t do it first,” she said.
Pete released his cock from her grasp and flopped downward so that his belly was on the bed. Now that he knew she was primed and ready, he rushed his lips toward her pussy and opened his mouth wide. When his tongue grazed against her pink flesh, she moaned, having to bite her finger so that she wouldn’t get to loud.
“Don’t hold back,” Pete said, lapping away at her pussy. “I want you to be loud. I want to taste you. I’m going to fuck you, but I need to eat you out first.”
“Okay.” Darlene wasn’t going to argue with the man. If he wanted to dine on her clean and waxed vagina, then who was she to stop him? She wasn’t used to letting herself be loud during sex. Now that she thought about it, this would be her first time having sex in Los Angeles.
Pete kept his tongue going in circles, and Darlene couldn’t help but throw her head back into the squishy pillow just to ground herself. She grasped the bedsheets, and let Pete take control of her. While tonguing her pussy, Pete also massaged Darlene’s thighs with his hands, and tickled her soft skin. He wanted to be gentle with her at first so he could work her up and be rough with her later.
Darlene looked down to see Pete’s eyes rolled back in delight. She could tell that his facial expression was a subconscious way of expressing the sheer pleasure he was in. As Pete rolled his tongue around her clit, he couldn’t help but get lost his task. Darlene gushed with warm wetness, and Pete slid his index finger inside of her. As soon as his fingertip was in, another moan escaped the woman’s mouth. Pushing his finger deep into her, he marveled at how tight yet slippery her insides were.
He inserted a second finger, and then a third. Darlene writhed at his touch.
“Ohh,” Darlene gasped. “I wanna grind on your face!”
Pete nodded yes, moaning for her to let her know that he really wanted that. She placed both hands on the back of his head and thrust her crotch forward. Her clit moved upward, and then downward against his tongue.
“Hold it still,” she said. “Hold your tongue still.” At that moment Pete’s tongue was formed in an awkward Q shape, but if it was going to get her off then he could hold it for a moment. Darlene smiled, and said, “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Although she wanted him to hold his tongue still, he continued to insert his fingers into her slowly, and then pull them out just as slowly. They were sopping wet, warm and slippery. Repeating the process, Pete inhaled every time Darlene pulled her crotch back, and he exhaled onto her pussy when she thrust it forward again.
“That’s it, Pete,” Darlene moaned. He liked the way that she felt the need to make him work for it, even though deep down Pete knew that his charm was enough to get her. However, he still liked to toy with her. He liked to learn what made a woman get off. In Pete’s experience, every woman was different. They all had a different turn on. Some women liked to be told what to do. Some women liked to be quiet. This woman liked to take charge and feel powerful. He could let her feel powerful.
If that was how she wanted it, he would be a little more forceful. He increased the speed of his fingers entering in and out of her. He was right—the change in pace made her start grinding harder. And faster, as well.
“I’m going to come,” Darlene said. Any sense of pleasure from her voice had disappeared. The fact was that her body was in such a high state of erotic tension that it became impossible for her to express any emotion. The words were merely a signal to let Pete know that he was on the right track, and that if he had any intention of changing up his pattern she would lose her groove.
“Don’t you fucking change a thing,” she said. Her tone was firm, commanding. At this point Pete wasn’t continuing in order to release her orgasm—he was continuing because he was afraid of how her tone would become if he broke her stride. The way her legs were shaking made Pete think that perhaps Darlene hadn’t had an orgasm in a while. Hell, maybe she hadn’t even been with a man in a while.
“Wow, it’s going to happen,” Darlene said in the same monotone voice.
Give it to me, baby, Pete thought. He couldn’t wait to the volcano erupt.
First, Darlene’s thighs started to jiggle, as though she herself was not in control of them. Then her hands started tapping the bed. Pete knew the hot lava would soon release because all the way from her pussy he could hear Darlene’s teeth chattering. Before long the warm fluid squirted out of the crevice between her pussy lips, all over Pete’s mouth and face.
He had to make his tongue go lower so that he could taste every drop of her. “This is amazing,” Darlene moaned. Pete kept lapping and lapping until she had to force him off of her because the pleasure was too intense. At that point Darlene’s body went so limp, that when Pete crawled on top of her, all she could say was, “Give it
to me.”
*****
When Darlene woke up the next day Pete was already gone. There wasn’t a trace of him left in the apartment, not even a sock. She even tried skimming the bed for one of his thick dark hairs and couldn’t even come up with one. For a moment Darlene even considered the possibility that having sex with Pete might have been a dream.
No, it couldn’t have been a dream, she thought. He made me orgasm twice, and I remember feel him come all over my stomach when he finished. It was hot, steamy, and passionate. Everything she’d wanted in bed. She didn’t want it to be a one-night stand, but knew that she’d be seeing Pete again at some point when she had to pay rent.
When she put it like that, suddenly it seemed a bit wrong. I cannot be having a sexual relationship with my landlord, she thought. Darlene put the night back together, replayed the whole thing in her head, and convinced herself that even though she and Pete had a very sexy game of cat and mouse going, she knew that the electricity between them was real.
Darlene decided not to shower that morning, make a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and butter, and go out the door so she could start looking for a job. They’d done the paperwork on the apartment before Pete had left. It was nice of him to let her rent the place out without her having a record of employment in Los Angeles. Then again, she was sleeping with him.
Before she had a chance to even walk out the door, Pete rushed inside using his own key. Was that crossing the line? She’d already signed the lease for the apartment.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s something I have to talk to you about, Darlene,” he stuttered. “You asked what I do. I had to tell you something else. I’m crooked, Darlene. It’s not just movies. I’m in the mafia. I’m a mob guy. And we need to get out of here right now, Darlene. There is a dead guy in this apartment. In the parlor. My boss made some guys put him there, Darlene. He wanted me to rent this place out and pin the blame on the renter, but I can’t do that to you. I like you, Darlene. Maybe even more than like you.”
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