"I did not have sexual relations with that woman."
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The first time Don Whittaker heard those infamous words was on January 26th, 1998, when then president Bill Clinton went on national television to deliver his verbal rejection of the notion that a...
Part Two that I didn't get around to uploading last night cause I knocked the hell out lol Also I love me some Vandross, so I couldn't help myself with the title Enjoy, lovelies! xoxo
"Never too much, never too much, never too much." - Luther Vandross
Warning: Explicit Content ;)
Carson
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My body was on fucking fire.
I hadn't expected Don to... well to follow through with that tease. When he said he could create an incentive, nothing could've prepared me for this.
His kisses tonight, they were once again different. He had matched the same urgency I had, but as soon as he pushed me back, pulling that coat of his off him and tossing it towards the front seat somewhere, I realized quite quickly that the man had intentions different than mine. Intentions that quickly made my heartbeat skyrocket, then tipped it right over the ledge when he brought his lips close to my ear instead of on me.
I had wanted to relieve him tonight, but in that moment, as soon as I heard him say please, I was a complete goner. I had completely forgotten where the fuck we even were at that point. And now knowing just how much he wanted to hear me tonight? Yeah there was no fighting him. Not on this.
Then he started those kisses at my neck, slowly moving down with less gentle intentions, and I didn't know what to grip onto. I didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, there wasn't much else I could anchor that pressure onto. Once my hand finally grabbed the headrest, I used that to keep my hold in his hair as light as I could.
Then it was the way Don looked at me when he finally reached my lower waist, undoing my pants with such ease. The sheer want in his eyes drove me fucking mad. This entire night I had wanted nothing more than to touch him. To kiss him. To have him alone, fully alone, much like now, and now that I had it with him like this, this want from him unexpected but welcomed, I didn't know how to control myself.
I had expected him to go slow, much like he had when I was in his bed that night, but he didn't hesitate to lick my leaking tip dry, before taking me into that unbelievably warm, soft mouth of his.
I had tried desperately to muffle the noises I was making, because frankly it was insane how little control I had over them at all, as jolts the pleasure quickly spread through me, watching him watch me as he took all of me in his mouth. And I realized as his hand moved to adjust himself, that what he was doing to me was turning him on. Like a lot... a whole lot.
Perhaps that was what made me say something that took this from 100 to 1000 in record timing.
"T-Touch yourself," I whispered coarsely to him, my voice having been shot from his actions tonight. From my strained groans and muffled moans. I had never, and I mean never had someone give me head like this. And given the amount of partners I have had in the past, that was pure insanity to even try to comprehend.
