Please Fuck Me, Eli (Intesex) Short Novella

Chapter 3

Season 1 Episode 3

Mia POV

I examined my reflection in the glass door of the Eli door entrance. I cover my face in cosmetics and, yes, I want all of her attention. As anybody knows, I am not a shy or reserved young lady. I could remember my wedding day. My pussy was moist just thinking about how much Lucas could've packed; taller males are supposed to have larger dicks, but wow was I mistaken when he dropped those trousers.

When I rang the doorbell, I could see through the glass that she was wearing a towel around her waist and a sports bra over her little breast.

She opened the door and smiled at me, but mine was larger. I was delighted to help her make this house into a home, but where I lived wasn't exactly nice. People lived by the church here, and if you aren't 100% committed to the church and bathe in holy oil, you won't be welcomed so this resulted in not having much friends.

My gaze was drawn to the towel, where her hands held it together at the waist, and where a little tent had been erected. I chose to divert my attention elsewhere, which I regret because she was already gazing at me, starring at her bulge.

When she informed me she was rocking a cock like a man, it was a lot to take in. My lips watered like a hungry hound, and my lip, mouth, and tongue, brain, body, and soul all wanted to know how huge it was. Anything from 7 inches and higher will suffice for me.

I entered the home and shut the door behind me. I'll be over at her place for the next three weeks—

"Think of any payment plan." She started up the stairs, and I trailed behind her as if I, too, was the owner of the home. When we got to the top, there was a door to our right and a lengthy corridor to our left.

She took a left, and we took a few feet before arriving at a door on the right. She opened it to discover her bedroom. There were a few unopened and open boxes strewn about. There was her bed, a TV on a stand with nothing on it, and an empty dresser. She had previously hung some black drapes, which looked great in the room and gave it a gloomy glow. I wanted these draperies in my bedroom, which was so black you thought I was Von Dracula's wife. But because Lucas enjoys bright colors, our room appears as if a clown has been flung all over it—a pretty horrible picture.

My gaze turned to the towel, which, from where I stood in the rear, was just barely dangling from her hips. My gaze moves slowly to her powerful muscular back, which was covered by a gigantic skeletal rose tattoo; I wonder if she was exercising her muscles or just resting her body. She talks about muscles and worth, and everything about her is a chef kiss, and yes, I am married.

She lifted her brows and turned. Did she feel my laser-like gaze piercing her skin? I flushed as I gazed at the flat-screen television, which appears to be 72 inches in size.

"Well?"

Huh? Did she ask me a question?

"What?"

"Did you bring a payment plan? I can't have you working all day with no compensation."

Can I see your dick? Can I swallow it and choke on it like the little—

As my intrusive thoughts roared in my brain, I cleared my throat.

"Funny thing..." My flushing was getting out of hand. I started pacing about the room, trying not to let my gaze fall on the obvious tent hidden under a white towel.

"Well?"

"I went to bed last night and haven't thought about anything since." A smirk grew over my lips, and if you could read between the lines, you'd know I was lying straight away. I had a dream about her cock, which I have yet to view but am quite interested in.

My gaze soon returned to that location.

It appears to be rather large.

"Do you have anything planned?"

She grinned, and I swear I could feel my pussy drooling from Mount Zion. She took a step closer to me, and I looked up at her.

"Well?" I said as I crossed my fingers and placed my arms behind me.

"I'm thinking about a lot of things."

I'm curious whether we were on the same page here. We have to be with that sneer, because else I don't understand the point.

"Can you please tell me?" My finger poked against her chest before trailing down to her abs.

"After this, how about a thank you dinner?" My fingers halted on her tight stomach, and I gently retracted them, whistling casting an eerie grin over my face. Because it wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I assumed she was going to tell me how beautiful I am and how much she wants to fuck me, so I would toy with her a little before violently seizing my hips and fuck me from behind.

"Dinner it is, then." I said with a blink. I put on my heels and sat down on the bed. It felt bouncy but solid, like the ideal bed for getting fucked on. She doesn't like me like that, Jesus Christ.

"Great." She went into her bathroom for a few minutes and came back in shorts, which was much worse because she could simply leave her cock floating around. My mouth watered at the sight, the long thick length draped so beautifully in her shorts, the pattern practically bursting. It was doing what it was meant to do. It was giving the destroyer 9000, and I want it in every single hole I had.