I took in all his features, his chest was hard and tanned, and his abs tight. There was a little sprinkling of hair on his chest that thinned out until it reached his hips. The v shaped dark hair could not hide the magnificence of his massive cock. All of a sudden I was hungry. I didn’t like to give head because I didn’t want to feel submissive, but all I ached to do was take him deep inside my mouth. With Michael, I wanted to be dominated.
“Don’t look at me like that, baby. It’s been a long time and you make me really hard.” I lay down on top of her and began my exploration, being rewarded with her moans. Kissing her lips then moving down her slender neck to the pulse that called to me. I nipped at her vein, causing her to moan out her needs. “I need you!”
“Only me, say it, Cara. Tell me it’s only me who makes you feel like this.”
“Only you.” Making me ecstatic with her words, I rewarded her for being a good girl. I reached her perfect breasts, taking her large nipple into my mouth while caressing its twin with equal enthusiasm. “Michael!”
“Yes baby, do you like it? You want more? Tell me what you want. It’s all yours. I’ll give you anything, cara mia,” I said as I took her lips forcefully again and sliding my hand in between us and into her. “Cara, you are so wet. Tell me it’s for me.”
His demand was forceful, but the look in his eyes was pleading. “Michael, I want you so much. Give it to me, please,” I said deliriously with an aching need in my belly.
“I am thirsty, amore.” He kissed and licked my pubic bone. Using his skilled fingers to open me wide, he licked and suckled my clit, which was throbbing for release. Once he put his finger inside me, I exploded, calling his name as he drank my essence like a man dying of thirst.
Her moans, her taste almost made me come. I tried to calm down and think of her like the other women of my past, but I couldn’t. Before she could come down from heaven, I rose up, spread her wide, bent to kiss her, and thrust into home. I was a large man and filled her completely. Sarah let out a groan. I was afraid her I hurt her.
“Did I hurt you?” I hoped not, I didn’t want to stop, she felt incredible, and she was surprisingly tight.
“No, I am fine. You are just so big.” With that she smiled and pulled my head down for a passionate kiss that had me ready to come. Male pride consumed me.
I started to move inside of her slowly. I was so close to spilling myself. I needed her to come with me. I slowed our kisses and moved to kiss her neck as she lifted and wrapped her legs around my thighs. I could not control my pace anymore, but I could feel her tightening, getting closer. I reached between us, pinched her clit and bit her breast, causing her to scream out my name as she came. “Michael!!!”
Sarah’s climax brought my own release. When we both came down, I rolled off her and pulled her into my arms. I was in heaven. I didn’t think I could ever get my fill of her. My euphoria was interrupted by her cry.
“We didn’t use any protection!” She shouted, near tears.
“I cannot believe I forgot. I have never forgotten. I am so sorry.” I was full of remorse after seeing her unshed tears, I felt so guilty. I knew I didn’t have any protection in the house before I had her naked and in my bed, but she was mine and I didn’t care if she got pregnant. In fact, the thought had me excited. If she was, then she couldn’t leave me when she learned that I’d been born a street rat.
“I am clean. I promise and if you are pregnant, we will take care of this together,” I said as I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly.
“Michael, I have been on the pill for the last few years. I am clean, too, I got tested after Jason and I broke up.”
My hopes of tying her to me just flew out the window. Well, I’ll shower her with gifts and orgasms so she will stay once she knows the truth.
“Come.” I got off the bed and pulled her up to me and gave her a peck on her pretty lips. “Let’s shower.”
We walked to the bathroom, which was amazingly clean for a guy and a woman’s dream come true. There was a shower that was separate from the bath and enclosed with glass doors. Michael opened the shower door and turned on the water and all the sprayers started to come from every direction. He turned to me and tossed the sheet I used to come to the bathroom with, like he just hadn’t seen, touched, and tasted all of my nakedness.
“Do you like it, Sarah?” Did I like it? Was he crazy? I wish my bathroom looked this good.
“Yes, it is a very nice and big bathroom and super clean.”
“Well, I like to keep the house nice and neat, but I do hire a service that comes once a week to help with the dusting and shit.” He was blushing nervously and for some reason I was completely turned on by it.
“Come, Michael, before the water gets cold or do you have a huge…water heater.” I winked at him and entered the stall as though I was used to seducing men, not forgetting to give a little extra sway to my hips.
“I got something huge, baby, and I will show you again, just in case you didn’t get a good feel for how big it is.” He came up behind me and started to grind his growing erection in the crease of my ass.
“Yes, I remember very well, but I could use a refresher.”
We started to wash ourselves in the shower then took turns to rub each other down with the soap. We both chose to do it without a washcloth. My breasts have never been so clean. He caressed them with sudsy hands for about five minutes. He gave my pussy a deep cleaning as he used his fingers to penetrate my core.
She rode my fingers to completion. Sarah was instantly lifted against the wall and dropped down on to my throbbing cock. The water sprayed on to us as I pushed into her, forcing her back against the wall. “Michael!” I was like a man possessed. Every time she uttered my name with burning desire, it fueled me, causing me to pump harder. Sarah called for more, “Oh Michael, deeper, yes! Yes!” I took her lips, which pushed us both over the edge.
We rinsed off in the now only warm water. I was brushing my hair with a woman’s pink brush and instantly wondered which one of his women’s brush this was. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and started to look for my dress and underwear.
“I don’t have anything to wear to bed. I should go home.” I felt like he lied to me and the thought of staying was too painful.
“Hell no, you won’t. You can lay your sexy ass down naked or you can wear one of my shirts. What is the matter? You were fine a moment ago, now you seem upset.” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled my ponytail to lift my face to his and demanded, “Tell me what is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong. I was just using one of your lovers’ brushes that you said didn’t come here. Excuse me.” I tried to walk past him, but he wasn’t having any of that, a low rumble came from his throat as he took me in his arms and held me close.
“I told you the truth. I have never brought a woman here until tonight for sex, however, my mom has stayed here before. She needed a brush and I didn’t have one, so I made sure I always have one for her visits. They don’t come often, but I like to be prepared.” His explanation had soothed my ego and eased my mind.
He carried me back to the bed and said, “I think naked is much better.” He gave me a vulnerable but serious look. He took a deep breath and said, “You are the only woman to grace this bed.”
I looked up at him as provocatively as I could. “Well then, come and join me.”
“With pleasure, cara,” I said before I pounced on my woman and made love to her all night long. We cuddled in each other’s arms until dawn.
When I woke, I was staring at the man who done more than fuck me stupid last night, he messed with my heart. I was so embarrassed by my behavior last night and the feelings I was having. We made love at least three times during the night. I was mortified that I had sex with my boss when I promised myself I would never be like those women. I was now the typical clichéd, ‘slutty assistant sleeping with her man whore boss’, great. He was probably used to one night stands. I grabbed my clothes and snuck out of the
condo before he realized I was gone.
Chapter 8:
When I reached the apartment, I felt like a total coward, but I couldn’t cope with the emotions he made me feel. When I had my coffee, it dawned on me. I had fallen in love with him, and probably from the very beginning. He may have tried to claim me, but it was probably how he was with all his lovers. I thought about how he possessively held on to Bunny at the party. That damn party and Brandi, whatever the whore’s name was, I really didn’t care what her name was. I hated that woman, any woman who had been with my Michael. He wasn’t my Michael. I was just his latest conquest. My phone started to ring, I knew who it was, but I didn’t want to answer it. No one called this early on a Sunday morning. It was barely 8 am. I let it go to voicemail. After about two minutes I couldn’t stop myself, I had to listen to the message: “Damn it, Sarah! You don’t have the decency to say goodbye. Call me or I am coming over!”
I called him back to prevent him from coming here and wouldn’t you know, he picked up on the first ring. “Sarah?”
“Michael, last night was a mistake. I am sorry but I can’t do this. I will finish working for you as your assistant until my aunt returns, but that’s it.” Then I hung up and turned off my phone, slamming it on the counter.
I felt a pain in my chest when she hung up on me. I never had this feeling before, it was worse than when I was living out of dumpsters. Last night had been the best night of my life. I never slept with the women I had sex with. I wouldn’t get close to a woman I considered a whore. They all were, except Sarah. I knew I loved her the first time we met. It was obvious because I couldn’t have sex with Brandi the bimbo, who practically chased me for months since the party.
I had to talk to her and make her see what we could be together. The thoughts pushed me into action. After I showered, dressed, and jumped in my Escalade, I headed towards her house. Wanting to give her something, I stopped at Jared’s to pick out a pretty trinket for her. With my gift in hand and hope in my heart, I set out to win my woman. When I reached her apartment, I was in for a hell of shock.
After the call to Michael, I jumped into the shower and cried my heart out. I was scared. Instead of seeing where our relationship led, I pushed him away before he could do it to me. Before Michael and I met I didn’t have strong emotions for any of the men in my past.
I got out of the shower and had just gone back to the kitchen to get my coffee when I saw Jason standing there. “Jason what are you doing here?”
“Who were you expecting your lover? No, you weren’t. What babe, did you realize you missed me and maybe he wasn’t as good as me?” Oh lord, I was scared shitless right now. If I didn’t already regret leaving Michael this morning, I did now. I needed to remain calm and think.
“I can’t believe you fucked him. I am trying not to be jealous that my woman let another man put his dick in her. Fuck, Sarah, I could fucking kill you. Do you know how easy it would be for me just to snap your neck? But I don’t want to. I think I can forgive you for your betrayal.”
Oh my, he was fucking crazy. I needed to calm his ass down so I could sneak out. I tried to play innocent with his ass. “What makes you think I am seeing my boss?”
“I am not stupid. You stopped sleeping with me since you met him. Have you been fucking him this whole time? I saw you leave his place this morning. I saw you two leave the club last night.”
I was really afraid that he had been following me, but then I was pissed. “How dare you follow me!” That was probably not the best move, yelling at a drunk and angry guy.
“You came home with the same outfit. Did he kick you out already? You were a terrible lay, even your friend Stephanie sucks a cock better.”
I knew he was screwing someone, but I didn’t know it was my supposed friend of the last ten years until I caught them in bed together. I was surprised that I wasn’t upset as I should have been, but I am glad I didn’t now. “I still love you, come back to me. I promise I will stop fucking other women. I am sure he taught you something about fucking. That man is pictured with a lot of models and actresses. Why don’t you show me what he taught you?”
It was obvious he was drunk, still. There was no reasoning with him, so I told him the truth. “Jason, you have to leave. I didn’t cheat on you with Michael. I am not coming back to you. Please leave.”
I pretended to open the door to show him the way out, but I was planning to make a run for it, towel or no towel. I was about to run when I saw Michael. Before I could call out to him, Jason pulled me back into the house by my hair and slammed the door shut.
I was seeing red. I’d come to win her back and I watched as her ex was opening the door with a key. I wanted to give up, but I realized that was never a possibility. I would fight for her. That’s it, I was not letting her go back to him. Not after what we shared, did she not feel it? I wanted to punch that bastard for having ever been with Sarah in the first place. When I was close enough, I heard her say, “Jason, you have to leave. I didn’t cheat on you with Michael. I am not coming back to you. Please leave.” And the whole scene that followed made my blood ran cold. I didn’t bother to stop when I ran to the door and kicked it in. I could hear her scream for him to stop, followed by a choking sound. I rushed to her, pulling the bastard off her by his hair, and I started pummeling him in the face. As we fought, Sarah huddled in the corner gasping for air. Moments later the sirens could be heard, but I hadn’t let up until I was pulled off by the cops.
Chapter 9:
Jason was unconscious when the police finally got off him. I got out of their grasps and pulled Sarah to me, carrying her to the living room. She was wrapped in my arms when she tried to tell us what happened. Her voice cracked with fear, shock, and the pain from Jason’s hands around her throat. “He came to see me… and wanted us to get back… together.”
I watched the woman I loved and adored, while she tried to talk to the cops, with terror in her eyes, and I wanted to kill the fucker. He was lucky that he only suffered a little for what he had done to her. If I had my way and a few seconds more, Jason Andrews would be dead. I know that the police should handle this, but I know the Andrews family is wealthy and has influence in Chicago. They would try to find a way to get their son out of this, but I wasn’t going to let that fuck get away. I held her close to me and could feel her shaking. The love of my life was afraid and I couldn’t fix that.
The detectives spoke with us, well, mostly with me since she could hardly speak. I was taking her ass to the hospital whether she liked it or not. I needed to know that she was going to be okay. We tried to talk to her, but she was so shook up, she hardly saw or heard us. The ambulance came for the fuck and then another for her. I called Paul and had him meet me at the hospital. He had been my guy for a decade, and I could use him to get everything I needed. I wanted all the dirt on Andrews. I wanted him buried one way or another. He almost took her away from me. When we tried to put her in the ambulance, she wouldn’t let go of me.
“My love, I need to put you in the ambulance. I am not going to go anywhere.” She was not responding to me, and I thought my heart would break. With the help of the paramedic, I maneuvered us into the ambulance without letting her go. Damn, I’m hoping he hadn’t broken her spirit, or I will find him and torture him to dead.
“Sir, we are going to need to get her vitals. Place this on her chest, on the top of her left breast and I will place this sensor on her hand.” The paramedic was talking to me like I was the one scared, well, I guess I looked like I was. Fuck, my future was almost taken from me. I almost walked away. I can’t think about it. The tears were falling down my face, and I didn’t realize it until the medic asked me if I was going to be okay. Right now, all that mattered was that she was going to be okay, and that is what I told them.
They told me that she seemed to be doing well, but she would probably need monitoring at the hospital. We made it to the hospital in record time. We were taken into the ER and they gave her a female doctor, which I w
as grateful for. I was finally able to get her to let go so she could be examined. I stood by and held her hand. I wanted her to know I was here and wasn’t going anywhere.
After an examination, that was only superficial, they had a room prepared for her. She finally started talking a little only to complain that she didn’t need a room. Stubborn woman, god, I loved her so much. “Baby, you need a room. They need to monitor you. That bastard nearly crushed your windpipe. Sarah, please.”
“Michael, I am so sorry. I regretted leaving the moment I got home. I am so sorry… it’s my fault. If I hadn’t been there and had stayed with you, this wouldn’t have happened.” She actually sounded pissed with herself. If she wasn’t hurt I would snap on her ass for that shit.
“Don’t, babe, don’t do that to yourself. He would have found a way to get to you. It would just have been another time when we were not with each other.” I held her hand and willed her to get better.
We spent the next day in the hospital. I had things I needed to work on, so I did what I could from her bedside, because fuck if I was leaving it. Stacy and David showed up after they had seen Jason on the news.
“Why didn’t you guys call us?” He walked out of the room to talk to Stacy and David, but I knew they were going to talk about what happened. I felt empty and scared, but I understood he couldn’t get to me here, and Michael wouldn’t leave me. When it was time for them to leave, he walked them out to the elevators.
I saw my phone and was looking at the messages and realized that I had the little envelope at the top still, so I pulled up the voicemail app and seen I had two messages. The first was from Michael from last night and the other from Jason. I wasn’t going to listen to Jason’s message, I wouldn’t even bother. After I listened to the voicemail from Michael, I laughed, cried, and smiled. He loved me. I couldn’t believe it. I knew he wanted me, but I didn’t think the feelings were as special and deep as love.
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