I’m free around 7 and I’ll be home. See you then.
At six-thirty, I started pacing. By six forty-five, I had to restrain myself from jogging around my tiny apartment. By the time the knock came on my door, my heart was jumping out of my chest.
I opened the door and grabbed his arm, practically yanking him inside. “Sit down.”
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. But you need to sit down.” I clasped my hands together just so I wouldn’t rub them up and down my legs. They were dripping with sweat.
“You don’t look okay. Maybe you need a drink.”
“Uh, yeah. A drink.” I went into the kitchen and poured us both large glasses of Jack. My hand trembled as I handed him his.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Jack.” I took a huge gulp of mine and then coughed as I choked on the burn. I ran my hand across my mouth afterward. It was obvious whiskey wasn’t my beverage of choice.
“I was thinking more about water. You should take it easy on this stuff.”
“Yeah, sure. So lay it on me,” I said.
“Excuse me?”
“You know. Your offer.”
He squinted at me for a moment. Then took another sip of his drink. He was much smarter with the beverage than me. “As I mentioned, I am in need of an heir and…” He stopped and scratched his temple. “You know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“Why not?” I took another slug of my drink and sputtered.
“Do you have a drinking problem?” he asked.
“Who, me? Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. Look at that glass of yours. It’s almost empty. And you’re sweating. Are you going through withdrawals?”
I fish-mouthed, and then bent over at the waist in laughter. When I was finally able to get a lungful of air, I said, “I hate this stuff. That’s why I’m coughing with every swallow.”
“Why are you guzzling it then?”
“Because I’m nervous!” I shouted.
“Why?”
“Jesus. We’re talking about me being a sperm receptacle, that’s why! And add to that, a baby comes along with it, which happens to be quite a long commitment. Have you even given any thought to that?” Men are such idiots.
I hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud, but I guess I did, because his response told me so.
“Yes, I have given a great deal of thought to that, and for your information, not all men are idiots. I have a very decent plan outlined here, if you will only stop gulping the damn liquor long enough for me to explain it to you.”
“I can do that, but how will we go about getting pregnant? Will it be the natural way?”
He didn’t give me any time to ponder my questions because he stood up in front of me and, before I could say another word, his mouth crashed down on mine and stole the remainder of my thoughts away.
Four
Hugh
The zipper was a problem, and I tore at the one on her dress, needing to get to her skin, leaving the garment in rags. I lowered it past her breasts and had to stop. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.”
My mouth watered as I flicked the snap at the front of her bra. They spilled out into my hands as she worked the bra off her arms. I dipped my head, unable to resist the rosy buds, and sucked them one at a time.
Then I got to my knees. My hands slid around the back to the zipper and drew it down the rest of the way. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her covered in a small triangle of lacy fabric.
I leaned forward, inhaling her scent, and licked the fabric, taking in only hints of the silky skin underneath. It frustrated me, so I reached up and ripped at the string that held it all together. It didn’t make a sound as it snapped and fell to the floor with her dress.
Her quick intake of breath was sexy as hell and I went for what I wanted. “I need your pussy in my mouth,” I said. “Spread your legs and spread them wide.”
She tried and I helped by hiking one leg over my shoulder as her back hit the wall and then the other until she was riding my face. I squeezed her ass while I sucked her clit, only to then let my tongue glide down her slit and probe at her hole, while my finger found the puckered one and played.
“Jesus fuck, you taste good.” I worked a finger in her ass while my tongue fucked her pussy. Her nails scraped my scalp as she found a fistful of my hair to hang onto.
Then she was coming.
“Ride it, baby, ’cause I’m about to ride you hard.” I used one hand to free my cock from the painful confines of my Gucci slacks as she continued to come like there was no end.
When she slumped in my hold, I used both hands to lay her on the ground. Fuck the bed, I needed her now and I kicked off my pants. Good thing I hadn’t bothered with briefs. My patience was gone. Her arms were spread over her head as she tried to come to her senses.
“Now I’m going to fuck you until you pass out.” That was a fucking promise.
My dick was so hard, it was nearly purple with need. The head was thick and like a rod as I lined up to drive in. She was so wet, I didn’t have to shove my way in, though it was a tight fit. She was swollen from her first orgasm and I had to spread her legs wider so I didn’t hurt her too much. We had a long night ahead of us and I couldn’t have her in pain the entire time.
She whimpered. “I don’t think it… I can’t…”
“You can and it will.” I wanted a home run, but I was rounding the bases as I worked it in as far as it would go. I held there, taking a cleansing breath. Her hands had formed a vice grip around my arms.
“Now,” she said.
I didn’t need another word. Our flesh slapped together as I drove in and out of her like a man possessed. Her pussy was heaven, and I was the devil ready to corrupt her. I arched my hips, hitting that spot that made her back rise off the floor.
Her walls were closing in on me, letting me know she was close as hell, and I hadn’t even played with her clit yet.
“Don’t you come,” I commanded like I could order her orgasm back.
Her expression pinched as she tried to comply, but I was good at what I did. If I wanted her to wait, I would have to stop. So like the madman I was in that moment, I pulled out.
“What?” she cried, so close frustration pinched her brows.
“On your knees and suck me off.”
There was an automatic challenge in her eyes. She didn’t like me telling her what to do in that moment. I lifted a brow and worked a hand up and down my shaft, letting her know what I would do if she didn’t.
“You’re evil,” she spat.
“The very worst.” I loosened my tie and took my time with the buttons of my shirt as she continued to stare me down. “If you want my cock, you’ll suck until I say stop.”
Her jaw dropped as I pulled off my tie and then my shirt.
“Yes, just like that. A little wider though. I’m a big boy.”
She didn’t move, which turned me on. I was used to getting what I wanted, when I wanted it, at work and in the bedroom, though we were on her living room floor at the moment.
I got her attention as I fisted my cock on a groan. “Yes, I can get myself off and leave you like that,” I said.