enough for now,” he growled as he pried her mouth and hands off his staff.
She sat back on her feet and pouted. He grinned.
“Would it make you feel better if I licked your sweet pussy?”
With a naughty smirk, she slid her hands between her legs and covered her mound like a modest maiden. “You’re not being fair.”
“I know,” he drawled. “But I bet you’re dripping.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Don’t be embarrassed. The wetter the better.”
He put out his hand and pulled her up. “Now be a good girl and go get a towel.” He patted her ass and pushed her toward the bathroom.
A towel? Really?
She shrugged and scurried off. In the bathroom, she paused. How big a towel? She grabbed several and went back into the living room. Arnie was standing by the fireplace, casually stroking his cock.
“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I brought a bunch.”
He grinned like a devil and picked up a washcloth. Holding it up, he looked at it and then at her crotch. “Too small.”
Next was a hand towel with the same results—discarded for not rising to the challenge.
She watched with carnal interest as he took a large fluffy bath towel and placed it on the sofa.
Holding his hand out, he said, “Milady, on your back, please.”
She alternated between giggling and moaning as he moved her around and got her into position.
“Give me your hand,” he growled.
Taking her trembling fingers, he moved them between her spread thighs and gasped when he showed her how wet she was. After that, it was a journey of pleasure so devastating, she cried his name and shook as her pussy flooded and released on his tongue.
She was glad he’d put down a towel. If he hadn’t, they’d be buying the hotel a new sofa.
He stood and looked down at her sprawled on the sofa like a wanton. His eyes never looked away as he reached for a condom, tore it open, and held it over his cock.
“Let me help,” she purred and sat up.
Unrolling the thin sheath over his impressive manhood almost made her come again. When her mission was accomplished, his finesse was gone. He shoved her onto her back, pushed her thighs wide, and lined up his fat cock for entry.
Summer arched and moaned as he pushed inside her. He filled her completely, so completely it took her breath away. When he was fully seated and her legs around his waist, she bucked onto his hard length and lost her shit.
Arnie led the show. He held her down and thrust deeply. Then he’d switch it up and tease her entrance until she demanded more.
There, on a towel-covered sofa in a fancy five-star hotel, Darnell Templeton Wanamaker made passionate, all-consuming love to her. He grunted her name, declared his eternal love, promised the universe, and delivered a series of breathtaking orgasms. When he came, she was crying and overwhelmed by their emotional reunion.
This time, the condom survived.
He carried her into the bedroom, checked to make sure the baby was down for the night, and then kicked off round two. For this tour de fucking force, she straddled him in a chair and bounced on his thick cock until her pussy leaked like a faucet.
Lifting her off, he stood and teased her unmercifully until she willingly bent over the bed and barely survived a roughly enthusiastic dog pounding. She marveled at his control and surrendered to the inevitable. When she finished, Arnie grunted and jerked against her ass as he came.
She fell asleep in his arms. The last thing she remembered was hearing him murmur his undying love.
38
The drive to Montecito was a reminder of their times together. Only this time, instead of a smuggy Tesla or a quirky Jeep, they traveled in a white Cadillac Escalade with Arnie declaring how the car practically drove itself.
When the baby threw a fit, they found a McDonald’s, parked, and she climbed in the back seat to nurse. Arnie paced around the car and got on the phone—something he did a lot.
As they got closer to their destination, she asked what to expect. If she was about to be blown away, she wanted to be ready.
“You already know the area,” Arnie said with a chuckle. “The climate, the outstanding views, blah, blah. Grandad’s place is exactly what you’d expect. Timeless elegance, stunning architecture, and sweeping ocean views. His favorite place to hold court is his study. Ceiling-to-floor wood, heavy furniture, and lots of leather.”