Mommy's Little Monsters

Jett Knowles

“Care for another?”

This babe is loaded. Here I am, sitting next to the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, riding in her limousine and she’s offering to top off my drink.

“Sure.” I pass my fluke over to her and more champagne flows. “So where is it you live again?”

She smiles at me. Damn she is gorgeous. A head of thick, brunette hair, high cheekbones, a sweet rack, and legs for days! She is without a doubt the most stunning creature I have ever seen.

“Just up the road a bit. I live just outside the city.”

I laugh a little louder than I intended. “You have one of those mansions, huh?” I was only joking, but she nods.

I gasp. “Really? Holy shit! You get more impressive the longer you’re around.”
She smirks and looks at me through thick black lashes.

“So what kind of a name is Emberlynn?”

“Mine,” she answers.

It takes me a minute, but I finally get the joke and chuckle a little bit. “No, I mean…”

“It’s a family name,” she answers, winking at me. “I was named for some ancient relative. I suppose it’s not the worst name, I suppose.”

I finish my drink and she takes my fluke, placing it in the basin under the consul between us on the floor. This woman has a limo, a mansion, and is smokin’! And I’m sitting next to her speeding off towards probably the best night of my life! You know when people say if it’s too good to be true it usually is? Well, fuck ‘em! I deserve this!
Maybe she wants to start the party a little early. I slide closer to her and squeeze a tit. She moans and leans into me.

“They looked like they wanted out. I was only trying to help.”

She turns towards me and strokes my cheek. I run my hand down her arm and pull her into me. her eyes close and her arms wrap around my neck. Her embrace is cool and I shiver. She kisses me and I feel her rack against my chest. Her long, manicured nails run through my hair and I feel myself respond. The front of my pants grows tight.

“Do you have something for me, Jett?” Her voice is low and seductive. It’s almost like she knows.

“What would that be, baby?” I ask her between kisses.

Her cool fingers slide down my front and grab my hard-on through my trousers. I groan and tighten my hold on her hips and moan.

“There it is,” she purrs. “But I’m going to make you wait, lover boy. We’re almost home, and I’ve got a California King.”

“Hmm, so cruel.” I slide my hand up her skirt. I run my fingers over the nylon stockings, feel the strap of a garter belt and then the smooth cool flesh of her inner thigh. My thumb tickles and velvety softness and she giggles.

“I am a cruel goddess,” she whispers against my lips.

I just about lose it right there in the car. I suck in a deep breath and steady myself. She licks her lips and chuckles at me.

The ride gets quiet, but I can’t help but notice that her hand never leaves me knee. She has a smirk playing on her lips, but keeps her gaze forward or out the window. The car pulls into a drive way and the biggest damn house I’ve ever seen begins to form against the darkness. The car stops and her door opens. She steps out and a I follow her.
The house is made of white stone with a huge entry way. The double doors are each intricately carved out of one piece of wood. Her pumps click against the bricks and the car drives somewhere behind the house.