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“Not yet?”
“I don't want to leave you yet,” I told him. “I'm coming home with you.”
“Are you sure, Baby? What about the job? I thought you said your boss was a bit of a tyrant.”
He was already hugging me tight with glee. I knew he wanted me to be sure and not have regrets.
As if.
“I don't care if they fire me.”
In fact I wished they would and make this easy.
“Darlin', remember you promised your father not to blow up your life right away.”
“This is my life. With you. Our life.”
“You know you're safe with me right? I'm not gonna flip on you. This is it as far as I'm concerned. And I've never said that in my life.”
“It's it for me too. And I've never said that before either.”
Jared laughed and hauled me into him, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head until I threw my leg across his pelvis. Opening my pussy lips like that set off a series of flares lighting up my body and seconds later he'd lifted me on top of his god-like torso and buried his beautiful perfect cock into me right up to the root. I ground and circled on his shaft, feeling the head touching me deep and grinding down a little harder as though I could take him entirely inside me. And live with him always.
We went home next day.
I was nervous about arriving at Jared's house. I was driving up to my new home, the place I'd live for the rest of my life.
“I'm actually anxious,” Jared said, taking my hand and bringing it to the stickshift. “It's never been this important to me that someone like my house.”
“I'm sure it's amazing,” I said, giving him a squeeze.
I don’t care what the house is like, all I care about is that he's in it.
The sun was setting on the bay as we drove through a neighborhood of outdoor cafes, bookstores and boutiques. Jared flipped open his phone and the lights in a house up ahead came on like a spaceship landing. Clad in stainless steel or some metal, and mostly huge windows, it glows orange from the light. We drove right into the underground parking lot and I smiled at all Jared's exotic cars, perfectly lined up for inspection.
“Don't laugh at a boy's toys,” he growled into my ear.
I was already picturing him fucking me across the top of each one in turn.
“I was just thinking how the old saying about a man with a sportscar having a tiny cock is a total lie.”
“They never said anything about a man with ten sports cars,” he said, dragging me into the elevator.
“Seriously? Our own elevator?”
“Dangerous, huh.”
“You think we'll ever manage to leave the house?”
“Not when I take you out wearing those tiny dresses you look good enough to eat in.”
He sunk to his knees right then and the elevator was jammed between the floors for the next ten minutes while he did just that.
“Noooo,” I breathed afterward, when he started the ride up to the first floor again and uncovered my eyes as the door slid back to reveal the open plan space.
All white walls, almost black, wide plank floors and stainless steel cabinetry. The kitchen island had six stainless steel stools in a perfect line. The rooms flowed one to the other around an interior courtyard.
The sofa about twenty feet long, facing a cinema size TV and stainless clad fireplace.
