Call Me Mommy

3. Jenna's POV

Too horny to be scared

I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA.

My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard.

“Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I just feel like I stole your fun, you didn't even get to enter the club proper,” I said as he brought his free hand to rest on my thigh and this was one of those times I wish my skirt had rolled up so I could feel the warmth of his palm directly as it curved around my thigh and squeezed.

But even without it, I was leaking.

“You didn't steal my fun, my love,” he said with a deep chuckle. “You are my fun,” my heart did a somersault.

Didn't Carlos say…

No, don't think.

“Really?” Again, I croaked, my throat dry and thirsty as all the fluid in my body had gone down in between my thighs.

“Yes, really and I can't wait to prove it to you,” he said as he rounded a corner to the well lit penthouse.

It was definitely the most expensive and exquisite I've seen in the whole estate. I was raised with a silver spoon on my tongue, but this was on another whole level.

“We're here,” he said, and as I reached for the door handle, he appeared beside me and opened the door.

“Princess,” he called out in his deep, magnetic voice, and I instinctively placed my hand on his as he led us inside.

What next? My mind kept repeating but even as he did his little tour and told me about the live-in house helps, I still couldn't find an answer, until we somehow found our way to his bedroom after drinking a glass of water.

“What next?” I finally voiced out, trying my best to not sound as needy as I felt.

No doubt my panties were soaked already and if he had a sensitive nose, he would be able to smell my arousal. I felt shy, but bold at the same time.

This man wanted me and he was the only one who caught my fancy.

We made a match but after Carlos, I could never believe in the term soul mates again.

“Now, I want you to take a shower or a bath to calm down. I need to know that you're willing to do this and not under the influence of alcohol.”

“I didn't take alcohol,” I wanted to argue, but I did as he had told and undressed in front of him, enjoying as his eyes stayed glued to my skin. I looked at that spot underneath the fly of his top quality Italian trousers and I noticed that there was a very huge tent there.

He's hard for me. He wants me.

He groaned and got to his feet as he took a bathrobe and wrapped it around me before pointing at the bathroom and I dared to ask, “do you want to join me?”

“Trust me love, you don't want me to,” he said and I blushed crimson red before entering the jacuzzi for a rose scented bath.

I came out to my handsome tall wealthy tattooed stranger with his top buttons undone.

“Now what next? Can we start now?” I asked again, more eager than I've ever been.

“No not until you've shown me your I'd to prove that you're not underaged.”

“What?” My eyes bulged. I was 24. Well overaged.

“I'll do the same. Here, my business card. You can keep it,” he said as he handed it over and I merely glanced through before keeping it in my bag and taking mine out.

“Collins Kent Miller,” I mused. It rang a bell, sounded familiar as I handed him my ID card which he also glanced at.

“Now sit.” His voice of command felt like robotic hands, guiding me to the edge of the bed where I sat, suddenly feeling self conscious at my nakedness.

He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands on either side of my knees as he pried my legs open.

Both actions I couldn't stand Carlos doing this morning.

I was soaked again.

Throat dry, insides tingling, heart racing, extremely curious.

I didn't know what this older handsome looking experienced guy had in store for my naive virgin self, but I had the feeling that I would let him do whatever he wanted to me this night.

I'd rather give it to a stranger.

He started to peel the robe up my thighs as he pressed his palm on my now bare skin and I watched him until his thumbs were pressing on the V of my stomach.

I was bare before him like I'd never been before, under the scrutiny of his studious gaze.

“Trust me,” he offered me a smile one second before burying his head in between my thighs, his tongue right there and I let out the more improper and erotic noise from the depths of my soul.

I was too prim and proper for this, yet as he started to kiss his way out wards towards my knees the only thought I had in mind was how to keep his head buried there.

So I buried my hand in his hair and help him back up.

“Please,” I pleaded hungrily, wondering why he was going down on me but enjoying it nonetheless.

“Please what?”

“Please do more,” I flung my eyes open. “I want you to do everything to me tonight. I gave you my first kiss, take the rest,” we will never meet each other again anyways. I muttered the last part under my voice.

“Your wish is my command Princess Gold,” he said like a promise before taking me to the heavens and back. In between pleasure and pain, exploring my body and making me feel things I never thought capable of the human body.