Anything He wants

The next day at noon, I find myself pacing back and forth under a gigantic oak tree at the park around the corner from Grandma’s place. I was up half the night with excitement, and it was tricky arranging time for a date without Grandma Doris figuring out what’s up, but I’m here now and I’m ready. I’m wearing a flirty, swishy white sun dress and strappy wedge sandals, along with a floppy sun hat with a yellow ribbon. My hair falls in perfectly tousled red waves around my shoulders, and my dress falls to barely mid-thigh.

I look cute, but nothing can prepare me for the sight of my mysterious suitor sauntering up to me in the bright glow of sunshine. I recognize him by his size and build, as well as his sleek but casual clothes. He’s dressed in a starchy white button-up, dark gray jeans, and black boots. In his hand, he carries a picnic basket with a baguette and a bottle of champagne poking out the top. Upon seeing his face for the first time, I think I might actually swoon.

He looks to be in his late thirties or early forties, with a thick head of dark hair that falls in charming heartthrob curls around his forehead and temples. He has dark brown eyes that sparkle with wisdom and light. There are soft lines at the crease of his eyes and a smile on his soft lips that makes me immediately feel at ease. My nervous butterflies calm to a still as he walks up and offers his hand.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” he says in that deep, velvety voice I’ve come to adore.

“Enchanted,” I agree breathlessly as I peer up at him and shake his hand. “Mr…?”

“Wood. Darren Wood,” he introduces himself.

“Nina Clarke,” I reply.

“Beautiful day for a walk with a beautiful girl,” Darren says.

My cheeks flush hot pink and my heart pounds like crazy.

He doesn’t release my hand after we shake; instead, we just start strolling hand-in-hand across the rolling green fields of the park. Birds sing and squirrels chatter in the trees. Branches sway and swish their leaves in the gentle breeze. We can hear the faint laughter and shouts of kids playing in the distance. We mosey along the pathway to a pond, which is beautifully green with lily pads and rushes growing up out of the clear water. Darren opens up the picnic basket to roll out a thin checkered blanket, a baguette, some strawberries, and a little golden container of luxury chocolate truffles from a local upscale patisserie. We sip ridiculously expensive champagne out of plastic flutes and munch on chocolate and berries as we watch the sun glittering across the pond. I can’t help but think of the sharp contrast between this whimsical daytime date and my secretive, online nocturnal antics. It feels weird– in a good way– to be falling in love in the sunshine rather than feigning interest under computer glow.

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Darren smiles and nods. “Where I got the money? I’m a day trader. A good one. I’ve built my fortune over two decades, and now I’m just coasting. I’ve always focused on my career, on making money to make

myself comfortable, but also to spend on worthwhile causes.” “Like what?” I prompt.

“Various charities. Paying off other people’s debts. Funding scholarships, donating to social programs. Anything to feel like my fortune is being used, not squandered,” he explains.

“Where does that put me?” I ask playfully.

Darren grins and leans in closer, his lips so close to mine.

“You are a worthwhile cause,” he whispers. “But between you and me, there’s a little bit of selfishness when it comes to you.” “Oh, really?” I tease.

“I want you all for myself, Nina,” he murmurs. “So I can do this whenever I want.”

His hand comes up to cup my cheek as he presses his lips against mine.

Explosions go off in my mind, my heart must be about to take flight, and I’m burning all over. His lips are so soft, yet forceful when he kisses me hard. I moan into the kiss, letting him stroke my face and brush the hair back from my temples. He sweeps off my floppy hat and sets it gently aside. When we finally break apart, I’m breathless and pink-cheeked.

“Wow,” I mumble. My lips tingle where he kissed me.

“And what about you?” he asks softly. “What is your purpose?”

“I take care of my grandmother. I need money to pay the bills and make sure we can keep living comfortably,” I admit. “Not the most glamorous reason.”

“I think it’s wonderful. Further proof that you’re beautiful on the inside, too. But oh, that outer beauty…” he trails off. He looks down at me greedily.

I’m already wet between the thighs. I look around the park. There’s nobody nearby in any direction. I can see and hear people in the distance, but right here on this picnic blanket, we have a tiny slice of privacy. I intend to use it.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try ever since last night,” I venture.

Darren leans back and looks at me with one dark brow raised. “Oh? What’s that?”

With my eyes still locked with his, I slowly reach out and unzip his jeans. Darren watches me pull down his boxers enough to let his enormous shaft bounce free. I gasp and moan at the sight of him, and I can hardly wait to taste him. Darren sweeps my long red hair into one hand to hold it out of the way while I pull the thick head of his cock between my lips.

“Oh yes. Take it,” he groans, letting his head fall back.

I wrap one dainty hand around his shaft and pump up and down while his cock stretches out my cheeks. I whimper with delight at how heavy he is on my tongue, how silky smooth his skin feels. I flick my tongue along the underside and around the sensitive head. I lick up a salty, delicious drop of precome. The taste drives me wild with desire. I hollow out my cheeks and focus on taking him in one inch at a time until finally, his rod is poking into the back of my throat. I start to cough, and Darren gently strokes my head, whispering soft words of encouragement.

“Good, Nina. Just like that,” he murmurs.

At any moment, someone could come walking over to the pond and discover us in a highly compromising position, but instead of worrying me, it thrills me to think we could get caught. The risk only adds to my pleasure.

He starts to gently lift his hips to meet my mouth with every thrust. I feel him knocking into the back of my throat, sliding up and down my tongue. I moan around his thickness as he starts to fuck my mouth in earnest. Darren’s cock pokes into my throat with a wet gulping sound again and again as I bob up and down. He holds my hair tightly in his fist and uses it as a gentle guide. He pumps into my mouth a few more times before he tenses up.

“I’m coming,” he hisses between gritted teeth.

I moan with delight as his cock bursts a stream of hot, salty come down my throat. I swallow down every last drop and lick his cock clean. Satisfied, I roll back on my knees and wipe my mouth with a grin. Darren zips himself up just as another couple comes strolling by. We give them a cheery wave, and once they disappear around the corner, we burst out laughing.

“That was close,” I giggle.

“Dangerously so. Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private,” he suggests. “My place is only ten minutes away.”

“You mean to tell me the guy of my dreams has been just down the road from me this whole time and I never knew?” I gasp.

Darren smiles wide and kisses me on the cheek. “Serendipity.” “Must be,” I agree warmly.

We pack up and head back to our respective vehicles. I slide behind the wheel and follow Darren’s luxury sedan across town. I call Grandma Doris on the way to let her know I’ll be out for a few more hours. To my relief, she doesn’t mind at all. She’s too busy watching her soap operas to miss me too much yet. The scenery gets more and more elegant as we approach Darren’s home. The neighborhood is full of stately, expensive houses with perfectly manicured lawns. High-class vehicles fill the garages and driveways. Darren’s house is the biggest and most beautiful on the whole block.

“Holy cow,” I breathe as we walk up to the front door.