"Uhhhhh!" he groaned. "Mmmm! Ohhhh! That's unbelievable. I never had it so good! Never dreamed it could be this good!"
"Worth waiting for!" she asked him as they lay quietly in each other's arms later. "It was better after I had prepared for it, wasn't it? Better than it would have been fumbling around on the couch?"
He pulled her to him and kissed her eyelids, then her checks and lips. His expression gave her the answer. Sheri nestled against his chest and relaxed.
"Baby?" he asked her. "When do you want to get married?"
"I don't," she answered.
"But…" he tried to protest. She laid her hand over his mouth.
"No marriage," she answered. "You like to fuck. I like to fuck. We'll fuck. I'm not ready to even think about marriage, though."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The TV cameras focused on the gorgeous young blonde in the bikini as the posed on the deck of the luxury yacht.
"You can see yourself tonight on the evening news," the reported called up to her.
Sheri smiled back down at him and walked over to lounge in a deck chair. This was a hell of a job.
All she had to do was be beautiful and look like she was having a good time.
She saw the doors of the convention hall open and the first crowds come in to view the new lines of boats for the year. Sheri posed her body luxuriously in the chair, trying to suggest that girls as beautiful automatically went along with the yacht. She felt the approving eyes of men on her long legs, on her proudly thrusting tits, on her shimmering blonde hair. The girl. That's what she was. She was the girl they would dream of having with them.
She didn't get to watch the TV news that evening. Sheri didn't feel she had missed anything. There would be plenty of other times to view herself on camera. She knew it as she sat across the table from the distinguished man who had insisted on taking her to dinner. She smiled at him warmly, letting her eyelids flutter suggestively. He didn't expect her to fuck him tonight. He only wanted to have dinner with an attractive companion. She would fuck him, though. She would fuck because she wanted to, because he was fascinating to her, because the power and force inside him appealed to her. Sheri had never been screwed by a millionaire. She had certainly never had as wealthy a piece of meat as his up her cunt. She tingled at the thought. He ought to be pretty damn good. Hell, if he was man enough to have built a nm-down junkyard into control of three billion dollar corporations, he should be one hell of a stud in the bedroom. It all went together, didn't it? A man who controlled them, who made his opportunities, who exuded such charm and power, would have the same dynamicness in other areas.
Her pussy was moist as she lifted her glass to accept the toast he offered her. His eyes glowed softly at her. He saw her decision. He had read her all the way. He knew she wanted to test his prick. The slow, sensitive smile told Sheri that he had no fears at all. She was testing him and he was willing to be tested. He had no doubts as to his ability to handle a woman in the sack. That was good. That made it all easier.
"Ready?" he asked her. As she nodded, he got up and held the chair for her. They walked out of the restaurant, half the remaining customers staring after them. Sheri knew what the observers were thinking. The men were thinking that if they had the man's wealth, they could have just as nice a piece of pussy going to their rooms. The women were thinking that if they had that much tit and that saucy an ass, they could have him hard for them. She wrinkled her nose at the gray eyes that looked her over with such open approval.
"I think you're my kind of girl," he told her, his hand patting her ass affectionately. "I think you're after more than just a fuck. Am I right?"
"I'm always after more than just a fuck," Sheri assured him. "I'm after a hell of a lot more than that."
She laughed with him as they entered the elevator. The fact that Brent would be waiting for her made no difference to her. Brent Richards had to accept the fact that she wasn't interested in marriage. She wasn't interested in being tied down to a single man. She wouldn't marry Brent. She wouldn't move in with Brent. She wouldn't let him move in with her. She would fuck him whenever she was free. He could make no claims on her, though. She didn't want that.
The blonde stepped out of the elevator and let him lead her to his suite. He stepped aside for her to enter. Sheri went inside and waited for him to follow, then stepped into his embrace.
"All right, sweetheart," she whispered. "Let's see if you know how to do anything besides make money."