It’s so clear to me now.
It’ll work in both our favors if she’s not expected at either event. I can slip out easily when her dad’s giving one of his pompous ass speeches about himself.
Maybe we could even just leave, get away from here altogether.
I’ll have what I came for. Do I really need to be Mayor of some tree-lined backwater town?
My mind’s made up and there’s no point trying to win any friends in the Town Hall or the Mayor’s office.
It’s clear her dad’s trying to keep me away, and I fight the thought away that maybe she just isn’t into older guys.
Maybe she told her dad to change things so she doesn’t have to see me again?
No.
I know what I felt yesterday when her hand was on my cock.
She wants it as much as I need to give it to her, and now there’s nothing else for it.
With a welcoming flush of heat to my groin, I stand up and smile, I make my way out of the office again, determined to head over to Mayor Newland’s place myself and see just how much his daughter doesn’t want to see me.
Like I said, this is one of those days and like clockwork, right before I can reach the exit I’m ambushed by some well-meaning townsfolk.
“Mr. Silverthorn?” A familiar voice echoes behind me, the beaming smile of Bob Newland, Mayor of Woods End greeting me as I half turn.
“Some friends from the local news would like a word, and there are a few voters here too who’d like to hear what you have to say about your candidacy…”
The exits blocked and it’s obvious this is yet another little distraction courtesy of the man to keep me away from his daughter and stuck here just that little bit longer.
I feel my face crack as I try to hold a smile, the flash of a camera, endless questions about things I have no idea or interest in being tossed at me as we’re all ushered into a lounge area set up specifically for ‘the media’ which looks like must have come from the neighboring counties and maybe even further away.
There’s no way this little town has so many reporters.
Chapter Eleven
Krystal
“It’s just so big,” I coo, wrapping both hands around his thick, swollen manhood.
James’ head falls back as he moans louder, sending shockwaves through my pussy, right up my spine.
I can hardly breathe, but I can’t take my eyes off his magnificent cock either, inching it towards my quivering hole as I feel myself about to-
I gasp loudly, bolting upright in my bed, shivering as I clutch my elbows.
I jerk as I brush my stiff nipples with my arms, feeling myself so close to something I’ve sworn to only give to James Silverthorn in the flesh.
Dreams don’t count.
In true Krystal Newland style, I spent the morning in a state of excitement, planning my beauty session and making sure my outfit is on point. Then I must’ve laid down, exhausted, and fallen asleep.
I curse under my breath wishing I’d stayed in that magnificent dream just a few seconds longer.
It really does feel like if that man doesn’t have his way with me soon, I just don’t know what’s gonna happen.
It feels like I’m about to pop all on my own just thinking about him, which feels constant now.
I check my phone and even the home office phones for any messages from my dad, but mostly still expecting to hear from James too.
Nothing though.
On a day like today, the phone should be ringing off the hook, and I’m halfway to calling Town Hall to see how things are going when I suddenly stop myself.
I remember what dad said, how he treated me. His whole attitude over James.
I hang up the phone gently, trying not to give any of it another thought.
I have my plan and if I’m gonna make it to the beauty salon for my appointment I’d better get moving.
I put my outfit in my closet, hanging it at the back behind everything else, just in case my dad happens to come home snooping while I’m gone but I doubt he will.
He’s never been this mad at me about anything before, and he’s certainly never ignored me for more than a few hours unless he’s tied up with work and can’t reach me.
If it wasn’t for James I’d be more upset. I’d be frantic. But knowing he’s out there, somewhere waiting for me gives me enough courage to keep going.
Going to him and giving myself to him. I’ve more than made up my mind about that.
Checking the time, I have ages before the masked ball, but I’m not so sure about my beauty parlor appointment until I get there a short time later.
I’ve never been, and the owner who I guess is the same person I spoke to isn’t familiar either.