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Okay, that got my attention. I turned around and stared up, up, up at him (WHO MAKES PEOPLE THIS TALL?!) and glare. "You what?!" I gasp. I mean, if I’m going to have a stalker, Kaden is defs the one I’d pick, but still…I can’t believe he said that.
"I watched you out on the dance floor – you’re amazing, by the way. When you dance, you’re just gorgeous. I was just about to ask you to dance when the club finally shut down for the night, kicking us all out. I heard the…uhhh…pee discussion—" okay, my face is flaming red right now, "—and so when the cop spotted you guys, I knew you were going to get in trouble. I didn’t know what to do, so I just reacted. I grabbed a loose brick on the ground and shucked it as hard as I could at the windshield."
He shrugs. "I didn’t realize at the time that I’d spend the weekend in jail, but it was worth it, because you’re here in my office. I thought I was going to have to haunt the club for the next month, hoping to see you."
"Really?" I breathe, staring up at him. I’m in shock. I mean, I thought he’d done it to help me, but hearing it was different. Hearing it made it real.
"I’d planned on stopping by on the way home and slipping a hundred to the bartender to keep an eye out for you and call me if you showed up again."
"Really???" Okay, so I know that I wasn’t all excited about being stalked by him like five minutes ago, but hearing that he was willing to pay $100 just to be told the next time I showed up at a nightclub was…flattering.
My heart is running like a triphammer and I’m back to feeling the sparks. ALL the sparks. We’re probably the cause of wildfires burning in the wilds of Idaho right now.
"Yeah, really," he says qui
etly, smoothing my hair back. "Truth is, I’ve never been in jail before. I’ve never broken the windshield of a cop car before. I even turn in my library books on time."
"Now wait a minute!" I say, putting my hands on my hips and just staring at him. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you check out books from the library??"
"My mom was a librarian and I grew up playing in the stacks," he says with a modest shrug of the shoulders. "They are the great equalizers in our society. Everyone can afford a library card. I don…I help the New York Library system out as I can."
I am just sure he had been about to say "donate." I’m suddenly really curious if he donates anonymously or if he puts his name on every donation plaque in the building. Somehow, I’m guessing it’s the former.
"Wow," I breathe, reaching up and smoothing his hair back. Turnabout is fair play and all that. "It sounds like the New York Library system is lucky to have you around."
"Well, I don’t know about that," he says, looking uncomfortable. I’m now willing to bet next year’s income on the fact that he’s making every donation anonymously.
"I think that this sort of thing should be rewarded," I say with a lascivious smile.
"Oh you do, do you?" His breathing is suddenly a little unsteady and I silently celebrate my victory. After the havoc that he’s been playing with my stomach and the twerking butterflies that have taken up residence there, it’s about time I pay him back in kind.
"Yeah, I do."
I risk a glance downwards and find that Mr. Kaden Charles, Boy Wonder, is sporting a hard-on that would probably be visible from space. God, he looks massive. Suddenly, I wonder if I’m even going to be able to do it – get my mouth wrapped around his cock.
Only one way to know for sure, right?
I drop to my knees in front of him, and unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. His hiss of breath tells me what I want to know – he wants it as much as I do.
Time to give him what he wants. I think after all he’s done, he deserves it, right?
Right.
I pull his boxer-briefs down and stare in disbelief at the largest dick I’ve ever seen.
Brittney
Kaden's huge cock on display in front of me...my very first reaction is to lick my lips. But my second reaction definitely involves my heart skipping a beat.
I have never seen a cock that big before. I didn't know they made them as wide and long as that monster.
The blowjob thing isn't so much a joke anymore to me. I really want to blow him! Putting that cock in my mouth and doing a decent job on it starts to feel like not just my duty as a gracious gal showing how thankful I am, but it is like a challenge to my very capabilities as a grown woman who prides herself on being good in bed.
Now, you have to understand, I'm as sex positive as the next girl.
Okay, scratch that, I'm actually sex positive. I'm not one those girls that hates her own pussy and rarely orgasms. Like, I take care of myself and when I'm going to sleep with someone, they're going to take care of me, okay?
Like blowjobs aren't exactly the first choice option on my mind for sexual activity, no matter how much I like hot dogs more than tacos, I prefer the hot dog in the taco? Okay, that's gross.
