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Sculptor by Rowena Risque

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Sculptor 
(Rowena Risque)


When I glance back at her face, I see that her jaw has tightened.
Oh, boy—here it comes: the spoiled princess I-get-everything-I-want mode.
I almost have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
Her head is held high and proud when she says in a smoother, lower voice, “I saw the way you looked at me earlier. Perhaps I can convince you to change your mind?”
Now we’re talking.
But then she says, “For example, I’ll have lunch with you if you’d like.”
That does it.
I collapse into unstoppable laughter, hard and long, again almost falling off my work stool.
I’m practically doubled over at this woman thinking a mere lunch can make me put a huge billionaire client aside for her, despite her sweet ass.
We’re talking about a powerful, influential man who could ruin my reputation in the blink of an eye, reducing the likelihood other wealthy clients continue to take a chance on me.
Yeah, I can already retire early, but I actually like the shit I do.
“Hon, it would take a lot more than eating pasta with you to get me to shelve what I’m doing and take you on. A LOT.”
Her manner softens, though she still looks resolute.
“Like what?” she asks.
Is she kidding me right now?
I let my eyes slowly run over her—from her stunning heated face to her tits, then straight down the rest of her curves to her Louboutins.
When I look back up at her face, she doesn’t look as confident as she did at first; she looks almost scared.
But didn’t she just pretty much offer herself up to me?
It enrages me she’d be so easy, but my cock hasn’t stopped swelling since I laid eyes on her, and if the goddess wants to give it up to me, I’ll gladly take it.
At least then maybe I can get her out of my head and get back to work because let’s face it—she’ll just be an even worse distraction if I don’t take the opportunity.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Or is that my cock speaking?
I give her a slow smile and her eyes dart away from my face shyly.
“How about you leave your panties here?” I say softly, deceptively tentative and almost sweet if I say so myself.
Her eyes widen and I have to fight to keep a straight face.
What the hell else was she expecting?
And that’s the least of my request—wait till she hears the rest.
She seems to relax in relief, and I look forward to dropping the bombshell.
“Is that it?” she says shakily.
Her eyes look hopeful and I can tell she’s trying her best not to look scandalized.
What the heck’s really going on with this one? Is she a confident, sexually liberated woman or not?
I don’t answer her; I just watch as she delicately starts pulling her panties down from underneath her designer skirt, avoiding my eyes again.
She must love her mom a whole goddamned lot to be doing this right now for a perfect stranger.
She’s out here alone, isolated, and getting my dick hard just by existing, but she’s determined to get me to take on her project.
Once she has freed the lacy red fabric, she stands tall again, extending her arm toward me, the tantalizing undergarment hanging off her perfectly manicured finger.
I take it from her and bring it to my nose, holding it there and sniffing her in.
That was a goddamned grave mistake.
Her delicate feminine scent makes my cock throb so hard, I almost expect it to bust through my pants.
The goddess might be neat and tidy on the outside, but she left a spot, and knowing she got wet for me starts scrambling my brain.
“There. So you agree,” she says, still trying to look like she’s in charge, as if she’s got it all together and is unfazed, business as usual.
But she is failing.
I tuck the panties in my pocket.
“Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart—that’s not it at all,” I say darkly, my voice almost a growl. “Goddess, what I’d like to do more than anything right now is taste you. So how about you spread your legs a bit for me? I’ll just hike up your skirt.”
Her eyes actually bulge this time.
“Excuse me?” she says in the most outraged voice I’ve ever heard directed at me.
“You heard me, beautiful. Just a lick or two. I need to kiss those pussy lips of yours.”
I close the distance between us then get on my knees before her, placing my rough hands on her smooth thighs.
Her mouth hangs open as she stares down at me in shock, but I just start pushing her skirt up until her sweet, glistening folds are before me.
Holy shit, this was a bad idea—I don’t know if I can control myself.
She is still staring at me with worry when I dive for her pussy, taking the delicate lips of her cunt in my hungry mouth.
She lets out a whimper that electrifies everything inside me, dazzling sensations coursing through my body before zapping my dick and making it throb almost painfully, engorged with need.
I have to fight not to pull her down to the ground and let it take over, shoving it into the source of the sweet nectar on my tongue—the goddess can’t handle all of me just yet, I can tell.
Her soaked pussy is definitely ready, but I mean otherwise.
She finally gives me what I want, opening her legs more and positioning herself for optimal licking...