Chapter 37.

                                    

                                          
David’s POV.
I’ve been in Sidney for two weeks now. Yeah, it’s  an impromptu business trip that brought me here.
But the weeks feel like two decades because  I miss Vera like crazy. It makes me act like I’m an addict that hasn’t  taken his usual.
Usually, I lose track of whatever shit I’m discussing with my clients and get suspended  in a haze, thinking about her.
Picturing the naughty things she does and writes in her report.
Or the ones she shows me in live, video chat.
Damn, I’ve rotten the girl but hey…that’s  the kinda vibes I’ve been looking for in a woman.
Someone  insanely naughty as fuck and she’s  it. Vera’s just as naughty as I wanted.
In the past two weeks, she hasn’t missed giving the report for a single day.
Hell, she doesn’t fail to tell me how much she wishes I was there to watch her get naughty for me.
All juiced up and…ready to take whatever  shit I give her.
Fucking shit!  Just imagining how juices springs from her pussy like a waterfall while she videos herself, riding the toy I gave her…makes my breath hitch.
Fuck. I’ve never seen something  so sexily hot as that.
I shake my head to clear that arousing images and focus on the speech my client is giving.
In between, I lose track. Then I start imagining Vera climbing on that oblong table, whirling her body like a cat with a devouring look on her face as she crawls over to me.
I picture her wearing red, sexy gathers. Giving me a full view of her nipples and pussy as she navigates her way to me on the table.
Her cheeks are drawn up in a filthy grin, her lips parted as she breathes in air and breathes out dirty words.
I’m relaxed over the seat like a lord on his throne and she is my meal.
I imagine her, twerking before me, her supple ass slapping together, making hot thrilling sounds.
My cock rises at attention watching kids give me a dick-hardening show. My head lolls in ecstasy as she inches closer and whispers a breath over my face, then my lips.
“How do you like it? Hands or mouth?” She purrs in my ear, feathering a kiss over my earlobe.
I growl at the delicious, sensuous  feelings. Fuck, it’s  super hot.
As she scoots away to lock her face to mine, I feel her hand bypass my waist, scrolling down until it finally rests on my erection.
I sniffle a long breath and curse. My hooded eyes find a spot in hers, drowning in the blue orbs, filled with emotions.
I ponder on her words. Will her mouth on my dick be hotter or her hands on my dick?
Oh, shit…sighs.
With Vera, it’s hard to make a solid decision. I find myself rolling my hands through her hair, drawing her to me. Our lips are inches apart.
She blows a breath over my lips, biting hers thereafter.
Fuck!
Everything  fucking thing about her is arousing. The littlest gesture of lips biting is getting me hard like a teenager? Dammit.
I shutter the space with us and descend my lips on hers… she lets out a satisfied moan that vibrates down my chest.
This is…super hot. It’s 
sweeter than anything  I’ve ever tasted. Having such tender lips against 
mine…hell….
“So, Mr. Truman…” My client’s voice reaches me, cutting my train of thoughts. He seems to notice I’m far from present and he cringes his brow, worry flitting across her face. 
“Are you alright?”
I lean away from the seat and clear my throat. How do I tell the man I’m daydreaming  about fucking my ward?
It’s  crazy…typically.
I mean, I flew all the way here to discuss this business but now look. While they’re  talking business, my cock keeps getting hard.