"Tell them I’ll call them back," he cuts her off, his eyes never leaving mine.
"But—"
"I’ll call them back," he repeats firmly, and with that, he hooks his fingers around my panties, pulls them down, and buries his mouth on my pussy.
The feeling is...well, it’s beyond anything I have ever felt before in my life. His mouth is warm and it feels like he is tasting every inch of me at once. Before this, I’d tried to imagine what it might be like to have a man go down on me, but never in a million years did I think it would feel this damn good. His tongue flicks out over my clit, as though he has been waiting to get here since the moment he met me. I thought that men always just wanted penetration, but he lets out something between a groan and a growl of pleasure that tells me he is more than happy right here.
He seals his lips around my clit and begins to apply a light pleasure, going slow at first, letting me get used to the feel of his mouth on my pussy. I wonder if he knows that I’ve never done this before. I clamp my hands onto the edges of the desk and tip my head back, gasping for air.
"Fuck, you taste like heaven," he murmurs, as he slides his hands beneath my ass and pulls me closer towards him, as though he can’t get enough of me.
I look down and watch the incredible sight of his dark head between my thighs eating me out like it is the only thing that matters to him in the world. He is so gorgeous, so sexy and so many women in this city would kill to be where I am at this moment, but he has chosen me. Me, alone.
I can already feel myself getting close
"Ah..." I gasp as the waves start rushing through my body. I close my eyes and savor the feeling. His tongue is soft but insistent, drawing circles around my clit, closing in on me, like he knows he is getting me there. His fingers dig into my ass and he moans again, the vibrations of the sound rushing up through me. Through the increasing waves of pleasure, I realize he is enjoying this as much as I am.
My body is crying out for the relief of an orgasm, and I am grinding my hips back against his face, my knuckles white from where I’m hanging on to the edges of the desk so hard... The fire that has been growing in my belly since he kissed me last night bursts, consuming me, like an inferno and I can’t hold it in any longer.
"Fuck," I groan as the pressure in me finally releases. It pulses through me, lighting up my nervous system and turning my muscles to jelly. Zach doesn’t move his mouth from my clit. His tongue is still flicking back and forth, until I push his head back. But the feeling of his stubble on my thighs is still lingering.
He rises to his feet and kisses me, hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. The taste of my pussy on his tongue is the reminder of where he has just been.
He pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. "That was what you were looking for when you came in here today, wasn’t it?”
I can still see my wetness glistening on his face. “Yes,” I whisper, as I reach down to grab my panties, pull them up, and roll my skirt down over my hips. I can only hope Dahlia didn’t hear the sounds I was making as he ate me out. My legs are trembling and I’m fairly confident they won't actually hold me up yet. They feel like matchsticks, ready to give out and snap beneath me if I put any weight on them. But I feel so exposed and vulnerable, I know I need to get out of here before I give myself completely away. "I have to go meet with my friend," I tell him, even though it’s still a few hours before I said I would pick Molly up. I need a little space to clear my head.
Something glints in the corner of my eye, and I glance down to see the ring he put on my finger. It looks so pretty, and it fits perfectly, which is odd. How could he possibly know my ring size?
"Anything you say," he replies smoothly.
I can tell he can see right through me. He knows I’m getting out of here because I’m a coward. It is one thing to have him go down on me, but when it comes to giving him my virginity...yeah, I need a little time to think. And maybe some space with Molly to talk it out.
He flashes me a smile as he unlocks the door and pushes it open for me.
I see the look on Dahlia’s face as I walk out.
She might not have heard much, but she seems to know what we were getting up to in there.
My pussy is still throbbing and swollen. I throw a smile in her direction,
She purses her lips at me with distaste. As the elevator takes me down to the ground floor, the memory of the look on her face lingers with me. She disapproves of me. And she’s not afraid to show it.
Maybe she really does have a crush on him or something, but I’ve got no right to stick my nose in his affairs. What did he say to me? That he would let me know when he feels tired of me, so we could both move on. The thought of this really stings, even though I know I’m the one who set up those rules.
I climb back into the car. I already know I don’t want this thing we have to just be over like that. What are the chances that I’m ever going to be in a position where an impossibly sexy guy wants me and knows how to make it incredible for me? So yeah, a lot of people might say I’m crazy to marry a man just to save a house. But maybe I’m not quite that crazy. I want him, he wants me, and I don’t see why I shouldn’t allow myself a little fun.
As I pull away from his office building, I know exactly where I’m going to go. I want to make sure that tonight is as perfect as it possibly can be. And I’m going to make sure that when I give my virginity away, I’m going to do everything right.
Chapter 16
Zach
As soon as I walk through the door that evening, I know something is different. The whole place is quiet, the lights are dim, and Arnold is nowhere to be seen. He’s usually right there to help with my bags and coat, asking about my day, but today… nothing. I put my briefcase down, take off my coat, and wonder if this has anything to do Scarlett and the little visit she made to my office.
God, that had been one of the hottest hook-ups I’ve done in years. I’ve never fooled around in my office before. I’ve never wanted a woman enough to interrupt my work, I guess, but being with her and seeing the reluctant way that she gave herself to me, as though she knew there was no way she could resist. That has to be some of the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. Hearing her moan and cry out in pleasure, as I tasted her sugar-sweet peach for the first time did something to me. I can still taste her on my tongue.
I know I’m not going to be able to rest until I have her.
I make my way up to the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time, hoping I’m going to find what I think I’m going to. I push open my bedroom door.
And there she is.
Laid out on my bed, looking like a fantasy brought to reality. Her long fair hair is draped around her, and she is wearing pure white lingerie, the kind that a bride might wear on her wedding night. Her eyes are wide as she sits up and starts to crawl across the bed towards me.
Unbuttoning my shirt I start walking towards her.
She stops at the edge on her hands and knees, unable to look up and meet my eyes. “I hope you don’t mind. I gave your staff the night off,” she whispers, staring straight ahead at some point on the wall behind me.
I fling away my shirt, put my finger under her chin, and tip her head up to face me. I watch as her soft lips part like a cut peach at my touch. “They’re your staff now too.”
"Zach, I have to tell you something," she murmurs. "I’m...I’ve never done this before. I’m a, you know..."
It’s not exactly a surprise. Even though she seems particularly receptive to my touches, there’s something innocent and tentative about her that has already tipped me off.
She bites her lips, gazing up at me, waiting for me to respond, like she fears that I’m going to turn her down or something.
I hide a smile of triumph. The idea that no other man has been inside her excites me, fills me with possessive pride. And here I was thinking I was doing Simon’s daughter a favor…"And you want me to be the first?" I ask softly.
She nods. "More than anything."
I’ll make her take me inside that sweet little pussy of hers and I’ll fuck her until she screams for more. I lean down and take her sweet innocent mouth. She moans as I part her lips with my tongue, coaxing her open, getting her to open up to me. I quickly pull off my jacket and shirt then toss them aside while still claiming her delicious mouth. Parting our mouths long enough to climb on the bed and push her so I can lay on top of her, sliding my hands up her arms and guiding them over her head.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this," I breathe into her ear.
She moans, lifting her hips so she can grind her body against mine.
Her movements are uncertain, but everything she’s doing is turning me on. I reach down between her legs and trace my fingers over her panties, feeling the warmth and the wetness of her through the fabric. "I’m going to make this pussy mine," I tell her.
Scarlett moans again.
How long has she been waiting for me like this? Long enough that she is soaking wet. I slip my fingers beneath her panties and find her honeyed hole. She lets out a gasp as I push a finger inside her, and then another. She is so soaked my finger makes a squelching sound. "God, you feel so fucking good," I murmur.
I feel her fingers sink into my back as she gets used to the feeling of my plunging inside of her. I want this to be as good for her as I know it’s going to be for me, and that means taking my time, not that taking my time exploring this gorgeous body is going to be hard work. I lean down and push aside the lacy cup covering one of her breasts, the flimsy material making way for me at once. I take the exposed nipple between my lips and suck it softly, until I feel it swelling to a hard tip between my lips. I add a third finger and get her used to the sensation of being taken like this.
As she moans, my fingers slowly work further and further inside of her.
When I move to her other breast, I feel her fingers push through my hair, guiding me to where she wants me to be. That is a good sign. I know that first-timers can be nervous, too nervous to actually say what they want, but she is letting me know what she needs from me and I am only too happy to give it to her. I could eat her pussy every day for the rest of my life.
Her breath is coming faster now, and I can tell she is edging closer. I want to be inside her, but I am willing to wait as long as it takes until she catches up with me. My cock is so hard it aches, but I know the wait will be worth it. My head fills, all at once, with the thoughts of everything that I can teach her, once we have gotten this first time out of the way, and I know right then that this is going to be seriously fun.
I push her thighs apart then yanking aside the crotch of her panties, I feast on her sweet flesh until she comes, screaming, her hands clawing my arms, her thighs clamping around my head. Her juices fill my mouth and pour down my throat. With admirable dedication, I lick her clean. Only when her breathing calms down do I lift my head.
"I want you to fuck me now. I’m ready," she breathes.
"Are you sure? I’m bigger than average and it’s going to hurt,” I murmur.
"I’m sure," she replies.
I look into those outrageously beautiful brown eyes. They are filled with lust and want, all aimed at me, and I know I’m going to come so hard— I’m going to see fucking stars.
I undress her slowly, peeling off the rest of the lingerie and exposing her perfect, curvy body, inch by gorgeous inch. Then I loosen my belt and take off my pants.
Curiously, she pushes herself up on her elbows, and lets her eyes rove down my mostly nude body.
I’ve had plenty of women look at me with lust before, but the way she gazes at me is something else entirely, as if she has never seen anything like me in her life.
When I pull off my boxers and my cock springs free, she lets out a little gasp. "Jesus, it’s so big," she murmurs, watching as I roll a condom over my cock.
"Don’t worry, you can take it," I promise. "I’ll make it feel good..." I push her back on the bed and part her legs. She wraps her arms around me, her fingers trailing over my back, and I look deep into her eyes as I slowly push myself into her for the first time.
She is so tight I almost come right there, but she lets out a cry of pain, which makes me lose some of my intense excitement. “Shhh…it’ll only hurt for a minute,” I whisper, but I know I’m massive, so I stop and allow her pussy to flex and spread around my cock. I press my head into her shoulder, letting out a groan of want for her. I have been inside first-timers before, of course, but never one who felt like this to me. The thought of her, waiting all this time for the right person to come along, and then for her to decide that the right person just so happened to be me...yeah, it didn’t get much better than this.
“Better?” I ask.
She nods.
I push in deep.
"Oh..." she cries out with a moan, her eyes widening, as I slowly slide my cock inside her until I am buried balls deep to the hilt within her.
I turn to kiss her softly, not moving for a moment to let her get used to the feeling of me inside her. "Are you ok?” I ask.
"Amazing," she breathes, and she pushes her hips forward to take me even deeper.
The sight of her wriggling her little hips trying to take more of me inside her is more than I can take. I feel myself losing control and I have to start thinking of a particularly irritating salesman I know. It ruins it for me, but goddamn it, I want this sweetness to last. I begin to move, thrusting harder, building up a pace inside of her, and she does her best to keep up.
Soon, we are moving together as though there is no space between us at all. She winds her arms tight around me and clings. I don’t want this to be over. It’s not just the incredible way it feels. It’s the sounds she makes, the feel of her ragged breath on my neck is too hot and too good. I’ve secretly wanted and been denied this woman for so long and now, she is all mine. She belongs to me. She’s given something to me that no other man will ever have, and that is about the sexiest thing I can possibly imagine.
She tentatively hooks her ankles behind my back, drawing me in deeper, and even she seems surprised by her eagerness to have me fill her up. I thought she might struggle a little to take all of me inside her, but she’s wet enough and eager enough. It’s as though she has been waiting for this forever too.
"Oh my God," she gasps.
I can see the glaze in her eyes that tells me she is getting close again. I want her to come with me inside of her. I want to feel her pussy tighten around my cock. I lower my mouth to her ear again. "Come for me, Scarlett," I order.
That’s all she seems to need to push her over the edge.
I feel her body give out beneath me, her entire being quivering in my arms as she finally goes over. Her pussy clenching hard around me, over and over again. I hold myself still inside of her and let her massage my cock from the inside out. Her moans flow into each other, soft and sweet, like this is the release she has been waiting for as long as she can remember. It doesn’t take long till I am right there with her, my cock spurting my seed.
I wish I could taste her orgasm again. I wish we could have gone bareback, but we can save that for next time. Next time. It’s not often that I’m still inside a woman as I’m thinking about what the next time will be like with her...
When I pull myself out, she grasps my head and kisses me again, like she’s not ready for this to be over. I know how she feels. I feel so protective of her right now. I never feel this way about a woman I’ve just had sex with. When I collapse on the bed next to her while catching my breath, I glance over to see her gazing at me. I reach out and touch her soft cheek. Our eyes lock and something passes between us. A secret language that only our bodies recognize. That has never happened to me before.
"That was..." she murmurs, then shakes her head and giggles. "See, it was so good, I don’t even have the words to talk about it." Satiated and well-fucked, her hair a mess all over the pillow, and her make-up slightly smudged she still manages to look like a little golden an
gel.
"You don’t need to talk about it," I drawl suggestively. "You can just show me, right?”
And that is exactly what she does.
Chapter 17
Scarlett
"Uh…what’s different about you?” Molly asks as soon as I walk through the door of the cute coffee shop she works at.
I beam at her before I go find a table for us. I sort of knew she would be able to tell. I feel as though I am walking a little taller, exuding some of the confidence and charisma that is usually reserved for her.
She joins me at the table, bringing us both a coffee, and cocks her head at me. "Hmmm." She taps her finger on her chin. "What’s going on with you, Scarlett?”
I bite my lip. I don’t even know where to start. I want to tell her everything. I know she is going to lose her mind since she's been telling me for ages I should just find someone to do it with, someone who wasn’t too crazy and had a reputation for being good in the sack. Well, now I have, but I’m not sure how she’s going to react to the fact that it’s Zach. In her opinion, I should not get too attached to him. People like him go in and out of people’s lives just for the fun of it. She said she understood him better than me, because she’s like that too.
But she is my best friend, and I need someone to talk about it with. "I had sex," I blurt out.
Her eyebrows practically shoot off the top of her head. For a few seconds, she is too shocked to talk. Then… "You did what!” she exclaims so loudly all the people at the tables around us turn their heads in our direction.
I shush her, but giggle a little to myself. She is so expressive and passionate about everything, it’s one of the reasons I love her so much. "I had sex," I repeat, lowering my voice this time just in case anyone else has decided that our conversation sounds more interesting than theirs.
"With who?” she asks, eyes wide.
"Zach," I reply.
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