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"And I'm not going to let you do me up the ass because I barely know you." This makes him laugh.
"I wasn't going to ask to do you up the ass. I haven't even done you up front."
“I don’t want to dress up as a My Little Pony.”
“What?” He frowns, and I let out a small sigh of relief.
“Nothing.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of your very wet pussy."
"What?"
"Do you not like it when I say wet pussy?” We stop outside a door. He presses the key card against the door pad, and the beep and green light indicate the door has unlocked. He opens it and steps inside. "Come on," he demands.
"Um…"
"Um, what? Don't tell me that you're going to say no to tonight because I talked about your wet pussy?"
"I can't believe you keep saying those words."
"Would you rather I talk about my hard cock?"
"No, I…"
"We're adults, aren't we?" he says. "And my hard cock's going to be in your wet pussy very quickly."
I forget about his crude language and hurry over to look out at the view of the twinkling lights of New York City at night on this clear evening. He pulls me into him, and I almost forgot I was with him, lost in the grandeur of the suite and the view. "What?" I say.
"We've done enough talking, and we've done enough observing," he says. "Now, let's get down to business."
"Why do I feel like this is a transaction?" I ask, staring up at him. He looks down at me for a couple of seconds, pushes some stray hair behind my ear, and shakes his head.
"I don't know why you feel like this is a transaction because all I want is for you to feel like a woman," he says. "A very beautiful woman." His eyes grow soft as he reaches for my shirt and pulls it off of my arms. I'm standing in the middle of a suite at The Plaza in my bra, and my heart is racing faster than it's ever raced before. My phone beeps then, and I wonder who it is.
"Your friend knows you left with me, right?"
"Yeah, but she most probably didn't actually think I’d go through with it."
"Do you want to answer it?"
"No," I say, shaking my head.
"Good, you're learning." He leans down and kisses me on the lips. "And for that, you shall get a reward."
"A reward, huh? What, a hundred dollars?"
"No," he says. "Our time together is worth so much more than that."
"I guess so. I hope that I am worth the expensive hotel and…"
"Oh, you will be," he says. His phone beeps then, and he mutters something under his breath.
"Do you need to check that?"
"No," he growls, looking annoyed for a couple of seconds.
"Oh my God. Please, you're not married, right? You said you're not married."
