Those Three Words

by Alexis Winter

“The hands are the window to the dick.” “What?” I furrow my brow at Shelly’s statement. “Well, you know how they say the eyes are the window to the soul? My theory is that the hands are the window to a dude’s dick.”

I’m not saying guys with good hands are gentlemen or chivalrous. They just know how to fuck.” She winks. “Oh, and they know how to fuck your life up too so be careful.”

Finally, I lean my head down till my lips are barely brushing her ear and I say in a calm but strangled voice, “Don’t call me that again unless you’re willing to be punished.”

“It’s our first date, Miss Silver, and I’d like to remain a gentleman this evening so if you don’t mind, I’ll keep that answer to myself.”

Fucking little tease. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?” Her eyes are big, focused on mine, and she doesn’t say anything. “You look like such an innocent little thing, but I bet if I put my cock to these lips, you’d know exactly what to do.”

“I want to fuck you so hard I split you in two,” I grunt.

Now, be a good girl and take a shower and go to bed. And next time you think about playing with me, just remember tonight, okay? Remember all the places I’ll take it out on you. I’m not interested in being teased by you anymore. Next time, I’ll take it and I won’t go easy on you.”

“I want to tie you to the bed and handcuff your hands behind your back as I force my thick cock down your throat. I want to hear you beg and choke. I want to spank you while I bury myself so deep inside you you’ll be screaming my name. But first, I want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face so I can devour you. I want you so spent, trembling, quaking from me stuffing every single part of you.”

“I want you on your hands and knees.” She looks at me, then slowly drops down to the floor. “Crawl to me,” I say. Her eyes stay on mine as she slowly moves toward me, crawling on her hands and knees. “That’s right, baby. Come to daddy.”

“I know you deserve better.” I suck her earlobe into my mouth, eliciting a small moan from her. “But I can’t stop and now that I’ve had you, Margot, now that I’ve tasted you, felt your body against mine, filled you so completely—there’s nothing that will stop me. Nothing will stop me from making you mine.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no point in others liking you if you don’t like yourself.”

“What do you want?” she asks softly. “Total transparency?” She nods. Fuck it. “I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife. I don’t want you to move out, unless it’s moving out of your room and into mine. I want us to both build a life together and memories with Eleanor.”