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Funny, because I am hoping to get to know him a little. I know his name and guess at the fact that Riske is his club. I can tell he is a powerful man by the way he summoned me and the way he got this theatre to shut down just for us. It takes more than just money alone to do these things. “Well, I’m Natasha, and I am here with my best friend Bethany on a girls’ trip. I met a mysterious man at a club, and here I am on a date with him,” I say, knowing he appreciates my wit. Although, I realize I am coming off as a bit of a brat.
Anton smiles at me and leans back in his seat thoughtfully. “Well, I am sure it’s only fair I share something about me as well. I am a club owner and investor. Riske is not the only club I own. I am sure you might have figured that out already. It’s simply the latest.” I nod. I can tell he is going to make this difficult for me, so I let it go for now. He can keep his secrets for the moment, but I will get them one day. “What do you do for a living?”
The way he asks it fits perfectly in with this environment; old-fashioned. There is something I like about it. He has this air of elegance that men don't have any longer. “Truth? I know this doesn't make any sense considering what I look like, it always throws people off, but I am like a modern Joanna Gaines,” I say with a nervous laugh. It’s true. I absolutely love what I do; taking old things and making them new again. Not exactly the kind of life someone with a family like mine typically has, but it’s a part of me.
“So, you refurbish?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I take old furniture, the kind that looks like it has ancient history embedded into it and make it new again. I actually have my own shop in Seattle,” I tell him, inadvertently revealing where I am from. Maybe it's too much too fast, but I am on vacation, not here forever, and between this champagne and the way his eyes always look right through me, I can’t keep from divulging. “It’s actually pretty busy,” I add, unsure if it’s because I want to impress him.
“You’re right that you don't necessarily fit the part of the girl who refurbishes furniture, but I can tell when you talk about it you are passionate. You know, I visit Seattle a couple of times a month because I have some restaurants and clubs there I need to check on, make sure they are running efficiently.”
My heart skips a beat at that. The thought of him being able to see me after I leave is enough to set me off.
“Can I see you when I come out?” he asks.
“Yes, I would like that.” Inside my stomach is doing backflips. Something about him intrigues me like no other. I can tell that there is so much more beneath the surface, and fuck me, but I want to find out.
Our dessert comes out, and I see that there is only one slice of decadent pie that looks to die for. Normally, sharing a dessert with a man would make me feel a little kiddish. In fact, it’s something that Bethany and I do on occasion. However, as I pick up a fork and him the other, it feels almost sensual the way we each take from an end and place it in our mouths at the same time. He is watching me chew while the sugary orgasm goes off in my mouth. I can tell his thoughts are impure, possibly imagining what else this mouth can do. I just might show him.
The movie has already changed to another, a romance I have never seen before, and as we finish the last delectable bite, Anton offers for me to come sit on the seats with him and watch. His arm wraps around my upper back, and I settle into him. He begins to stroke my shoulder, and our knees bump. I leave mine there, rubbing my thigh against his without looking at him.
My dress slips up my leg so that my skin is now against his pants, and I catch him looking out of the corner of his eye. Before I know it, his finger is on my chin, forcing me to look at him as he leans over me, his lips so close. I close the distance between us, feeling greedy as I take his lips on mine, sucking on his lip. I leave a little nibble mark on the bottom one before he moves down to my neck with his hot breath.
I notice for the first time that the man serving us has not come back since he gave us dessert. We are completely alone to do what we please. “I want to taste you,” I say. “I’m still hungry.”
I can see the wanting in him as he pulls back from me to unzip his pants. He pulls out his cock, and it’s already rock hard. I get on my knees in front of him, ready to worship him. I place my hand on his hard member, my hand barely getting around him as I bring him up to my mouth. My eyes penetrate his as I lead the head of his cock to my mouth. I take it in, swirling my tongue around it lightly as he begins to get wet, drops of precum landing in my mouth so I can get a sneak peek at his flavor.
I taste him further, wrapping my lips around him. It is not without effort, but this is not my first by any means. As I begin to suck on him, a moan escapes his lips. Anton takes me by the top of my head as he begins to thrust into my mouth, penetrating the back of my throat with his shaft. My mouth hangs on, and I use my tongue and lips to please him while he takes control, fucking my throat as if it were my pussy. My hair is wrapped in his hand as he yanks it, holding onto my reins. I am his fucking pony, but I can't wait to ride him.
He yanks me off of him, the sides of my lips splitting a little and my hair pulling at my scalp. The bottom of the dress is ripped off as he growls, looking more animal than human. I sure hope he can get me out of here only half dressed, but then nothing matters as he takes off my thong and buries his face inside of me.
I almost fall, but he holds me firm to his face by my hips as I step out awkwardly for a better reach. His tongue is sensational as it laps me up. I moan. “Anton,” I sigh as my wetness drips onto his tongue. I know I am close and the fact that he stops lets me know he is aware as well.
He lifts me up, setting me straight down onto him as my knees fall to each side of his hips. He is impaling me, showing my pussy no mercy as he thrusts up, using his arm strength to take me on the ride of my life. If I had any breath I would call out his name and tell him to fuck me, but my breath is gone.
My mind is gone.
Fuck.
