“He couldn’t keep his hands off you that night,” Peter said in my ear, coming up behind me, looking at the picture over my shoulder. “Do you know how hard it gets me to see how much other men want you? To know that I’m the one who gets to have you?” He pressed into my backside and I felt his excitement.
“You’re no slouch yourself,” I said, leaning into him. “Lisa couldn’t get enough of your cock -- and who could blame her? It drives me wild just to feel you pressing against me. Do you know how wet you’re making me?”
“Did you like to watch Lisa sucking my cock?”
“You saw what it did to me,” I smiled.
“What did you like about it?” He whispered.
“I liked showing you off to someone else. I liked how she wished it belonged to her. I liked how impressed she was with you -- how eager to please she was.”
I turned around and began unbuttoning his pants.
“But I’m glad I get it all to myself now. I have a lot of plans for it.”
“It belongs entirely to you,” he said as I slid down his body, to my knees, taking his pants with me, unleashing him.
***
But she didn’t take hold of it at first. At first, she only took it in with her eyes, admiring me, as my cock strained and pulsated with longing for her. She very gently placed her fingers around the base of me. Then she lovingly gave the head of my cock a soft little kiss, and it jumped for joy. Her smooth lips kissed their way down the shaft and then up again, kissing the tip, a little wetter this time. Then she sat back and stroked me lightly, lazily, simply for the joy of watching me grow harder and harder at her every touch.
“I’m sorry to tease you, but I just like to play with it. Can I play with it for a little while?” She was still so sweet and innocent -- like a girl stroking a puppy she adored.
“It’s yours to do with as you please,” I said.
She could tease me for days like this if she wanted -- and that’s exactly what it felt like she was doing. She traced the veins of my cock lightly with her fingers. She cupped my balls and squeezed them ever so gently as she took just my head in her mouth and french kissed it, tasting it as though for the first time, her eyes closed, her face serene and dreamy as she tongued my cock, aimlessly. She licked her way down my shaft slowly, to the balls, then just lingered there, breathing me in deeply, before she began to suck my delicate sack, giving it similar treatment, kissing them deeply and slowly, like an ingenue in love.
Precum began to form at the tip of my cock -- I so achingly wanted to be inside of her. But I wanted more for her to have her fun. The look of pleasure on her face as she explored me was better than any orgasm. I wanted to make her feel even more. I bent down and scooped her up in my arms, placing her down gently on the bed, on top of our clothes.
***
His hands came up under my dress, feeling my body as he pried the fabric from me. I lay there in my lace panties and bra, which I unclasped for him, my breasts tumbling out to greet him. He grabbed hold of my panties and slid them down, kissing my pussy hello sweetly as he did, filling me with warmth.
He splayed me open and stared into me adoringly, breathing in the scent of me as I laid there, vulnerable to whatever he had to give me.
I belonged to him -- I wanted him to have my body, however, he saw fit. There was nothing that wasn’t his, and only his, for the taking.
As though reading my thoughts, he pushed my legs back, revealing the crevice of my ass. He pulled me gently apart, licked his finger, and pressed into my tight cave, which took him in without protest.
“You’ll give me anything I want, won’t you?” he said, sliding his finger in and out of me slowly, kissing my clit softly.
“Yes…” I sighed, wanting more of him, but delighting in the anticipation.
“There’s nothing you do that doesn’t make me hard,” he said, sliding in another finger, stretching me wider. “When I wake up in the morning and see you sleeping, all I want is to bury myself in you…” he drove his tongue deeply inside of my pussy, setting my nipples on end.
My whole body was tense and burning, waves of heat flowing through my veins.
“You’re getting my pussy so wet...You always make me so wet...please…” I said, not knowing what I was asking for, but knowing only that I wanted more of him.
He took my clit in his mouth and sucked hard as he flicked it with his tongue, not letting go even as I squirmed and writhed, bucking frantically.
“You should see what I see,” he said, finally releasing me. “Nobody has ever been more beautiful than you…” his free hand ran up the length of my body and squeezed my breast hard.
I leaned forward and took his hand, feeding the fingers into my mouth, sucking them as I longed to suck his cock.
I wanted him everywhere within me and all at once. Sensing my needs, he drove his tongue in again and fucked my asshole with his thick, manly fingers.
“I want you to fuck me -- please, can I fuck you? Please?” I begged.
He spanked my tit playfully, a painful sting on my hardened nipple.
“You’re my insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” I breathed, and he looked into my pleading eyes.
He sat down on the bed and pulled me over his knees, my ass staring up at him. He rubbed my cheek lovingly, then grabbed a handful of me hard, pinching me, and I spread my legs for him wide, exposing my pussy. He spanked me lightly and quickly between my legs, little taps sending shockwaves through me, one right after another. I felt at his mercy and I loved it.
“You’re never going to deny me your gorgeous pussy again, will you?” he said. “You know how badly I need it.”
“Yes,” I said, obediently.
“And you want to give me everything I need, don’t you?” His hand came down in a harder smack that made my back arch.
“Yes, baby…” I moaned.
“Why do I need your pussy? Tell me why I should want it.”
“You love the way my pussy tastes…” I said, spreading myself even wider.
“What else?”
“You love how it smells -- you love to bury your face in it…”
“Good girl. What else do I want from you?”
“You want your big, fat cock inside of me. You want to feel me squirm around on your cock,” I was getting so worked up, I almost couldn’t take it.
“Show me what I want,” he said. And knowing him well, I reached behind me and spread my cheeks open, showing him he whole of my undercarriage.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said to me, making me wet.
“Please fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me!”
He threw me face down on the bed and slapped my ass with a satisfying smack before sliding into me, his raging cock feeling as thick and hard as it ever had been. He split my legs open as wide as they would go and drove into me over and over as I raised my ass to meet him. I felt whole and complete when I had him inside of me, and each time he withdrew I felt empty until he came crashing back into me, his heavy sack spanking my throbbing clit. He grabbed my hair and pulled, causing me to arch my back, as I felt him fill me up with a stream of his hot emission, so warm and wet, as the tide within me rose to meet his. He collapsed on top of me, his receding cock still lingering inside of me as we both panted heavily, happily.
Finally, the world came back into focus and the euphoric fog cleared enough for me to compose my thoughts.
“I’m famished,” I said. We hadn’t eaten all day. “I should probably make dinner.”
“Don’t get dressed and don’t clean yourself up,” he instructed. “I want you just like you are for the rest of the night.” He kissed my back tenderly before getting up to set the table.
***
Olivia sat across the table from me unselfconsciously in all her naked glory throughout dinner. Her hair was wild, her skin was still red. And she was perfectly at home in this state -- just th
e way I loved her most -- in the way that belonged to me.
I cleaned the kitchen and let her collapse in the bedroom after our long week. She was exhausted and I couldn’t blame her. But I had a phone call to make: I had to thank Dr. Lovejoy for all he’d done for us -- for bringing us back to ourselves.
I found the newspaper ad that first brought us to him and dialed the number.
“Hello?” said a voice on the other end. I was surprised anyone was in the office so late. I expected to leave a message.
“Yes, can I speak to Dr. Lovejoy?”
“You’ve got the wrong number, dude.”
“Wait -- I’m certain this is the right number. 862 555-5921?”
“That’s the number you dialed, but it doesn’t belong to Dr. Lovejoy. It belongs to me. I’ve had the same number for five years.”
“Oh...uh...sorry.”
He hung up without saying goodbye. I stared at the number wondering how it was possible that this wasn’t Dr. Lovejoy’s number -- that simply couldn’t be.
“Baby, come to bed…” I heard Olivia from the bedroom.
I pictured her in there, curled up and naked, waiting for me. I didn’t know how we’d found Dr. Lovejoy, but it suddenly didn’t matter. The entire trip could have been a hallucination for all I cared. In the real world, I had the most beautiful woman in the world, beckoning me to bed.
That was all I needed.
THE END
Werewolf’s Mark
Chapter 1
Erin leaned forward as the CEO of Johnson Realties ran his eyes over her resume. She folded her hands together and kept her smile stretched wide. Erin had been waiting for an opportunity to sit across from Roger Johnson for months. His family owned the largest real estate firm in Boston, and an opportunity to work on his team was the chance of a lifetime for any young realtor.
Erin cleared her throat and her anxious voice cut through the silence, “I also completed some volunteer work in Haiti, and I have more than enough professional references that I can write down for you and-”
Roger held up one of his leathery, tanned hands. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose and he said, “Andrea couldn’t run out of good things to say about you, we won’t need to double check any references.”
Erin nodded and her eyes darted around the room as she rocked back and forth in her chair. After a moment, Roger set her resume down on his desk, and took a long sip of water.
Erin fidgeted while Roger leaned forward and said, “Well, I absolutely love you. I think you’d make a fantastic fit here, we could really use someone like you on our listing team.”
“I’m so happy to hear that!” Erin extended her hand towards Roger. He chuckled, and shook her hand.
“You can report back Monday, and we’ll get you into orientation.” Roger rose to his feet and gestured towards the glass door. “I’ll talk to you then.”
“Absolutely. Thank you so much, Mr. Johnson.” Erin turned her back and headed towards the door to the main office. She grinned and rubbed her hands against her skirt, the navy colored fabric hugging her hips more tightly than she remembered it doing before. It had been three months since she last wore it, it had been her last day as an intern at the magazine she worked under in New York. When she moved to Boston after breaking up with her ex, Porter, she reunited with her college roommate, Andrea, and decided to take her advice on going into real estate.
The commission from selling my first house alone will help pay off half of my student debt. Erin grinned and strolled through the hallways of the building, her dark ponytail swished along her shoulders and she nodded at her future coworkers as she made her way towards the elevators.
Her eyes were stuck on a red framed photo that sat on the edge of one woman’s desk. Erin threw her arms out and braced herself against the muscular chest of the man that she’d just run into.
Erin gasped and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and my thoughts were on a million other thing-”
The man smirked and held up his hand. He rolled his eyes and spoke, “Then, watch where you’re going next time. You’re not the only one in the hallway.”
Erin narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me, I made a mistake. No need to be rude.”
The man’s eyes ran over her before he said, “Are you here for the internship? That would explain how ditzy you seem.” He shook his head. “Try not to kill anyone.”
Erin sighed, “Look, I’m going to start working here on Monday, let’s just start over.” She extended her hand to him and twiddled her red painted fingertips. “I’m Erin, nice to meet you. Your name is?”
He accepted her hand. “Callum. I work in the listing department.”
Erin’s heart sank into her stomach but she kept her smile in place. “Looks like we’ll be working together.”
Callum twisted his handsome features into a sneer and said, “Hopefully you’ll work a lot better than you walk,” he smirked, “I’ll see you Monday, Erin.”
Erin shook herself out of her thoughts, her eyes had fallen to Callum’s lips as he spoke. There was a light blonde stubble around his cheeks, and when her eyes traveled up his face and his chiseled jaw, a pair of emerald green eyes stared back at her.
Erin nodded and said, “Have a good weekend.” She straightened her back and hustled towards the elevator. She was confident that she could feel Callum’s lingering gaze on her back as she stepped inside of the box.
***
Erin grinned as she spotted Andrea at the other end of the restaurant. Her blonde haired friend was scanning the menu of the diner that they’d agreed on for lunch, and didn’t lift her eyes once Erin eased into the booth across from her.
“Ahem,” Erin said, “You have the pleasure of having lunch with Johnson Realties’ brand new listing agent.”
Andrea grinned and set the menu down onto the table. “Roger actually listened to me for once? Maybe I can get him to fire the cleaning crew now that he’s open to suggestions,” she chuckled and unwrapped her silverware. Then she set her napkin on top of her lap.
Andrea had been working for Roger Johnson for over three years, she’d moved back to Boston once she graduated from college in New York because her father had fallen ill. Once he began to recover after a long three years of battling cancer, Andrea learned the news of Erin’s breakup and that she intended to start over somewhere new.
Erin reached across the table and set her hand on top of Andrea’s. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you, and yes, maybe he’ll finally fire the cleaning crew because you told him to.”
The young waitress came over and introduced herself, and both women ordered the same lunch reubenspecial.
Andrea slid her straw out of it’s pouch and placed it in her water glass. “I mean, it’s about time that he listens to his executive assistant, I’ve only been working for him forever. But whatever, I’m so happy that I’ll be working with you. What did you think of the place when you went in?”
Erin shrugged and leaned back against the booth seat. The ripped, red leather was cool against her skin. “It seemed like a pretty standard office environment, women in dresses, men in suits… Roger seems nice.”
Andrea nodded and grabbed her plate from the waitress. She stabbed her fork into the center of her sandwich and dragged her knife along the outside of the bun. “That’s great, as long as you feel good about everything.”
Erin slapped her hand against the table, “Well, you know, there was this one guy. He was so weird and rude, I bumped into him and he lost it for a second until I told him that I was going to be working there. I could have sworn that he was checking me out as I walked away.”
“What did he look like?”
“Like an underwear model if I’m being honest, he had perfect skin, short, blonde hair-”
“Gorgeous green eyes?” Andrea smirked and popped one of her fries into her mouth.
Erin nod
ded, “Yes, his eyes were gorgeous, do you know him?”
“Oh, I know him. He’s Callum Grant, he’s worked for the company for a little over five years now and he’s the sexiest piece of ass I’ve ever seen in a work environment. I had the biggest crush on him for a couple of years, but that faded once I spent a little time around him.
Erin frowned and took a bite of her sandwich. “Is he rude?”
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