“No. I waited thirty minutes, and brought you one of the things I’d made on the day.”
“You little minx,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to go to a place I didn’t know and get you something that may not be as nice. You have to admit, it was good, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes, it was. So you want to have the fairytale.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I know it’s not possible anymore. That it is all that, a made-up fairy tale. The world is not full of princes waiting to claim their princesses. In fact, a lot of princes like many different princesses, and some of them younger, some older.” She shrugged. “I’ve come to realize that as we all grow up it’s not so much that the magic dies, reality sets in. The cold harsh truth that we have been lied to for years.”
Rex paused, seeing her reflection. “Wow, that is really depressing.”
“Seeing the number of divorces coming through our office. I thought you would agree with me.”
“I do. I’ve seen it all firsthand, and dealt with a lot of it, but you have to admit, there are romances in the world. They are just not the kind that people read about.”
The elevator opened up, and he took her hand, leading her down to his room.
“So you do believe in romance?” she asked.
Rex thought about it. Glancing at Nora, he knew it did. “Yeah, I do. I think anything is possible if you’re willing to give it a shot.”
He closed the door behind her, and flicked on the light. “Welcome to my place.” He loved his penthouse apartment. No one could get to him up here, and he was able to spend hours overlooking the city.
“Wow, this is really high up.” She moved toward the floor to ceiling mirrors. “I’m not really big on heights, so I am stepping away now.”
He chuckled, and moved up behind her. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t let you fall.”
“I don’t think you’d be able to stop it if I did.”
Pressing a kiss to her neck, he stared at their reflections in the window. Moving her hair out of the way, he nibbled her neck at the same time as he pulled up her dress, showing off her shaved and bare pussy.
“It’s fine. No one will see us up here.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do, and besides, I want to touch you. This is all mine, remember.”
He slid his fingers through her slit, finding her wet for him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“Did you struggle this afternoon? Did you want my cock?”
“Yes, I wanted your cock. I wanted you so much.”
Rex pulled away from her, and spun her around. “On your knees.”
She hesitated a second, and then sank to her knees.
Opening the belt of his pants, he stared into her eyes, knowing what he wanted. Pushing his pants down, he pulled his cock from his boxer briefs, running his hand up and down the length. The tip leaked pre-cum, and he smeared it all over his shaft. “Stick your tongue out.”
She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, and moved closer. Running the tip over her tongue, he watched as she opened her mouth, and he slid inside until he hit the back of her throat.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Do you want some more?”
She nodded, opening her mouth for more of him. He slid his cock inside her mouth watching as she took more of him.
Holding his hand out for hers, he wrapped her fingers around the length of his cock, and showed her exactly what he liked, how fast he wanted to go, how tight.
When she finally grasped it, he removed his hands, and gave her free rein to do whatever she wanted with his body.
He wrapped his fingers around her hair, and guided her. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop, working over his length until her saliva coated his dick.
Rex had thought about this so many times, and wanted her lips on his dick so often. He had even fucked his hand many nights thinking of this moment.
This was by far better than anything his imagination could produce.
“Oh, fuck, babe, I’m going to come.” He stared down into her eyes as she kept on sucking his dick. “If you don’t want me to blow in your mouth you’re going to have to stop.”