by being so rigid.”
“I’m not being ‘ rigid’.”
“Uptight, then.”
“I am not being uptight .” She bristles a little, like the word is offensive to her. Like she’s been called that before, more than once.
Goddamn , I want to eat that pouting little pink mouth. Lick her lips. Sink my tongue into all that sweet, uptight perfection until her protests melt away.
“Listen,” I say. “ You want my paintings. I want a model. We each have something the other one needs. I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. ”
I’ve already decided I’ll agree to her terms if she’ll pose for me. It’ll be worth it. Besides, I’m done riding bulls. I need a new pastime. Elle Parker’s going to be my new pastime . And if making a shitload of money and getting written about by a bunch of pansy-ass critics in some faraway city are the only downsides, then fuck it. I’m in. I’m fucking all in . She’s too goddamn cute not to be in. Damn, I can’t wait till I get her naked and sprawled out across my bed with her little pink pussy wet and ready for me.
“But that’s not fair,” she says. “You c ould get plenty of other models. Any one of those girls who fawned all over you today at the rodeo would do it. But I can’t find any other artist that’s as good as you are. I’ve spent my whole life looking for you. ”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” I say, and as I say it, I realize it’s fucking true. “I can’t find any other model who’s as perfect as you are. None of those girls are what I want. I want you. ”
Those green eyes blink at me. Pale flags of pink color her cheeks.
The thing is: I’ve been looking for her for my whole damn life, too . I just never knew it until now. She’s not just cute, she’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts. And her refusals are – weirdly – the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.
“I guess I could … take a look,” she finally says. “Without committing to anything.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Then you can decide what you want to do.” And if you say no, I’ll drive after you in my big truck and block your way until I can change your mind.
“Just so you know,” she says. “I’d be a terrible model.”
“Why do say that?”
“I’ve never done … anything like that before.”
“All you have to do is get naked. I’ll do the rest.”
She stares at me. “Would I have to be … completely naked?”
My sassy little wildcat has gone shy but her green eyes are bright. I’ll take my time. I’ll carefully arrange her body, parting her legs, touching her slowly, until she’s flushed and juicy enough to take me . “Yeah, that’s usually how it works. It makes the paintings a lot more interesting.” If your pussy’s hot and wet. Needy for my colossal hard-on . Fuck, a small gush of pre-cum seeps from my angry-hard cock.
“But … what kind of poses are you thinking of?” she asks coyly, and I suddenly get the feeling she’s playing me as much as I’m playing her. Like she’s teasing me. Like her protests are already melting away.
“You only need to lie back and relax. I’ll do all that. ”
“What do you mean … you’ll do all that?”
“I’ll put you into the positions I want,” I tell her.“I have a few in mind. For the series. ”
She laughs again. “No. Seriously. There’s no way I can agree to that.”
But this has become the hottest foreplay in history. I take another swig from the bottle of Jack. I need to calm the fuc k down. It’s been almost seven months since I slept with a woman and my body is raging with fiery, desperate need. I need to taste her. Kiss her. Devour her.
Then she says, “I’ve never … been naked in front of a man before. I’m sort of new at all that. ”
I almost choke on my whiskey.
“Except in my dreams.” She says this so quietly I almost wonder if I’ve imagined it.
Is she trying to tell she’s a virgin ? That those to-die-for curves and that sweet
“I’m not being ‘ rigid’.”
“Uptight, then.”
“I am not being uptight .” She bristles a little, like the word is offensive to her. Like she’s been called that before, more than once.
Goddamn , I want to eat that pouting little pink mouth. Lick her lips. Sink my tongue into all that sweet, uptight perfection until her protests melt away.
“Listen,” I say. “ You want my paintings. I want a model. We each have something the other one needs. I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. ”
I’ve already decided I’ll agree to her terms if she’ll pose for me. It’ll be worth it. Besides, I’m done riding bulls. I need a new pastime. Elle Parker’s going to be my new pastime . And if making a shitload of money and getting written about by a bunch of pansy-ass critics in some faraway city are the only downsides, then fuck it. I’m in. I’m fucking all in . She’s too goddamn cute not to be in. Damn, I can’t wait till I get her naked and sprawled out across my bed with her little pink pussy wet and ready for me.
“But that’s not fair,” she says. “You c ould get plenty of other models. Any one of those girls who fawned all over you today at the rodeo would do it. But I can’t find any other artist that’s as good as you are. I’ve spent my whole life looking for you. ”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” I say, and as I say it, I realize it’s fucking true. “I can’t find any other model who’s as perfect as you are. None of those girls are what I want. I want you. ”
Those green eyes blink at me. Pale flags of pink color her cheeks.
The thing is: I’ve been looking for her for my whole damn life, too . I just never knew it until now. She’s not just cute, she’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts. And her refusals are – weirdly – the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.
“I guess I could … take a look,” she finally says. “Without committing to anything.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Then you can decide what you want to do.” And if you say no, I’ll drive after you in my big truck and block your way until I can change your mind.
“Just so you know,” she says. “I’d be a terrible model.”
“Why do say that?”
“I’ve never done … anything like that before.”
“All you have to do is get naked. I’ll do the rest.”
She stares at me. “Would I have to be … completely naked?”
My sassy little wildcat has gone shy but her green eyes are bright. I’ll take my time. I’ll carefully arrange her body, parting her legs, touching her slowly, until she’s flushed and juicy enough to take me . “Yeah, that’s usually how it works. It makes the paintings a lot more interesting.” If your pussy’s hot and wet. Needy for my colossal hard-on . Fuck, a small gush of pre-cum seeps from my angry-hard cock.
“But … what kind of poses are you thinking of?” she asks coyly, and I suddenly get the feeling she’s playing me as much as I’m playing her. Like she’s teasing me. Like her protests are already melting away.
“You only need to lie back and relax. I’ll do all that. ”
“What do you mean … you’ll do all that?”
“I’ll put you into the positions I want,” I tell her.“I have a few in mind. For the series. ”
She laughs again. “No. Seriously. There’s no way I can agree to that.”
But this has become the hottest foreplay in history. I take another swig from the bottle of Jack. I need to calm the fuc k down. It’s been almost seven months since I slept with a woman and my body is raging with fiery, desperate need. I need to taste her. Kiss her. Devour her.
Then she says, “I’ve never … been naked in front of a man before. I’m sort of new at all that. ”
I almost choke on my whiskey.
“Except in my dreams.” She says this so quietly I almost wonder if I’ve imagined it.
Is she trying to tell she’s a virgin ? That those to-die-for curves and that sweet
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