by Danica Avet
And the most amazing part of it all was she didn’t seem the least bit upset about his treatment of her. She tugged the tie from her mouth, letting it drape around her neck, her eyes heavy lidded and sated.
“That was incredible,” she purred, stroking his chest through his suit as she walked by on her way to the door. “You were an animal.”
His ears burned a little at the reminder of his loss of control, but she sounded so satisfied and impressed, he couldn’t help the surge of pride when she moved with less than her usual grace. She bent over at the waist to pick up her coat, giving him a perfect view of her flushed pussy and reddened ass. His dick twitched with remembered pleasure. Considering how powerfully he’d just climaxed he should have been good for another two days, but then again, Audra was better than Viagra.
She slid into her coat, tying the sash before she opened the door, peering out. The glance she shot back at him was full of dark promise. She blew him a kiss and winked. “I’ll see you again soon, baby.”
And then she was gone, the door closing softly behind her, her promise echoing around his office. At least he hoped it was a promise and not a threat. He strained his ears, but he couldn’t hear her as she slipped away as silently as she’d arrived. Dean shook his head in amazement, stunned she’d managed to get in and out of his office wearing that getup without being seen. He cleaned up the mess she’d made of his papers, putting everything in place before he went to bathe himself in the bathroom sink.
Two hours later, after he’d told his sons their nighttime story, checked closets for monsters and gotten another glass of water for his youngest, he entered the master suite to see Sarah already under the covers. He stripped down to the skin and slid into a pair of boxers before joining her. The instant his head hit the pillow, she turned toward him, cuddling up close.
Dean closed his eyes with a sigh, reliving some of his favorite moments of the night as he drifted to sleep with the scent of Sarah filling the air around him.
Chapter Two
Becky
“I’ll be home soon,” Dean promised as he took the turn down the quiet country road leading to his house.
“I’m so glad,” Sarah said in response, her voice warm and happy. “I’ve missed you this week.”
Since he’d been in business-meeting hell for a full five days, Dean could understand her relief at having him home because he felt it as well. “Same here.”
“My mom’s watching the boys this weekend,” she said, letting the words hang between them, deep with expectation.
Blood pooled in his groin because that was code for one hell of a wild night. Or in this case, a whole weekend. “I can’t wait.” He even depressed the accelerator to pick up speed, his sedan responding with a satisfying purr. “I’ll be there soon.”
She let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine and made his cock harden even more. “I’ll be waiting.”
Sarah disconnected the call with another tinkling laugh. Dean swore as his body heated up. Being separated from her for five days had been hell. He maneuvered the powerful car around a curve and slowed at the sight of another car on the shoulder up ahead. They didn’t have a lot of neighbors, but the few they did have drove work trucks and big SUVs. The sporty little car perched on the side of the road was incongruous in this farming community. Hell, Dean still got strange looks driving his foreign car and he’d lived here for five years.
A woman rounded the front of the car, mile-long legs displayed by a short plaid skirt. She looked as out of place as her car and when she bent over the fender to peer under her hood, Dean nearly drove off the road. She wasn’t wearing panties, or if she was they were nothing more than a thong because all he could see was gloriously round, firm ass cheeks.
His foot slid off the accelerator, the car losing speed until he coasted to a stop next to her. She straightened, her round cheeks disappearing once more beneath the material of her skirt, and turned to face him. Long, blonde hair spilled over pale shoulders bared by her top. The stretchy material advertised her braless state as the sharp points of her nipples pressed against the fabric like little berries. Wide blue eyes watched him with interest, her lips coated with pale-pink lipstick. She looked young and firm and made him feel like a complete pervert for wanting to dive beneath her skirt.
He rolled down the passenger window, his breath catching as she bent over to rest her arms on the door, offering him a view of her deep, shadowy cleavage. Dean cleared his throat and shifted his legs to hide his erection. “Do you need some help?”
The woman’s lips quirked into a sly smile as she looked him over. “You don’t recognize me, Mr. McKnight? I’m Becky Shaffer. My dad lives a couple of miles from you.”
He had no idea who she was talking about, but he nodded anyway. “Sure, I remember you, Becky.” He put the car in park and hit the hazard lights. “You want me to take a look at your car?” He wouldn’t mind taking a look at other things, but figured a gorgeous young thing like her had no interest in someone at least fifteen years older.
To his surprise she straightened and opened the passenger door, sliding onto the passenger seat, which gave a soft sigh. “Could you give me a ride to my dad’s? I’ll have him pick up the car later.”
Dean stared down at the toned thighs next to him, her skirt having ridden up until it barely covered her pussy. His mouth watered for a taste and it took everything he had not to reach over and drag her across the console.
“Sure,” he said in a rough voice. If he didn’t take his eyes away from her legs, he’d be steering with his dick and wouldn’t this precious girl’s daddy like that? He turned to face the dash and stared at the steering wheel, trying to remember how to drive. He shook his head, reaching for the gearshift and putting the car in drive. “Ah, how have you been?”
Becky shifted on the seat, tucking one leg beneath her as she faced him, that damn skirt lifting to show off the pretty bow at the front of her white lacy thong. “You don’t remember me, huh?” she asked instead of answering his question. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but she stopped him by reaching over to touch his knee. “It’s okay. I haven’t been home in a while, but I remember you.”
Was the car even moving? He couldn’t tell because all of his attention was focused on that small hand on his leg, sliding up his thigh, getting closer and closer to his waiting cock. “I used to watch you leave for work every day and wish I was sitting right here, right where I am right now, doing this…” Her hand traced his cock through the material of his slacks and stroked. She let out a little sigh and scooted closer to him. “I knew you’d be big and hard like this.”
Sweat gathered around his hairline as arousal warred with nervousness. He grabbed her hand, not removing it from his cock, but not pressing it closer either. “Becky…” He wasn’t sure what to say. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want her.
She leaned over the console, bringing with her the musky scent of warm, aroused woman and vanilla. Her breath tickled the hairs on his neck as she nibbled on his ear. “I’m over eighteen, I’m on the Pill and I want you to fuck me. Do you really need to know anything else?”
Dean pulled the car down one of the many trails that cut through the woods leading to his house. They were used during hunting season and for hikers, but this afternoon it would be his little fuck nest.
He’d no sooner parked the car than Becky had his pants unzipped and her hand delving beneath his boxers for his cock. Dean wasn’t much better, reaching for her with rough hands. She stroked his dick, twisting when she reached the sensitive crown, lubricating her palm with the pre-cum beading the tip. Freeing him from his pants and boxers, she leaned over and engulfed the head with her mouth.
“Fuck!” Dean bucked his hips, trying to ram more of his dick down her throat, wanting to fuck it the way he had Audra’s, but the positioning was too awkward. Instead, he reached beneath her to fill his hands with her heavy tits, pinching and rolling her nipples as she swallowed as much of his cock as
she could. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he panted, gripping the back of her neck. “Take me all the way.”
Muscles in her throat convulsed around the crown of his dick as she strove to take as much of him as she could, gagging slightly. Saliva pooled around the base of his cock, soaking his pants. It felt so fucking good he held her down a little longer than he would’ve done with Audra, releasing her only when she made a protest in the back of her throat.
She came up gasping for breath, her eyes watery, her lips swollen. But she didn’t miss a beat, using her saliva to pump her hand on his cock. Dean’s hands wandered down her body, the soaked lace of her thong drawing his attention. He toyed with the fabric, stroking his fingertips over the plump lips of her pussy through the material. He scratched his fingernail over her clit, drawing a whimper from her and a buck of her hips. More of her juices saturated the fabric, something he found out as she ground her pussy against him.
“Please,” she moaned, her hand tightening around his dick, pumping a little faster.
Unable to resist finding out just how tight her cunt was, Dean hooked a finger in the flimsy fabric protecting her pussy and ripped it away. Becky gave a little cry that quickly turned into a moan when his fingers delved into her slick pussy. Tight muscles clamped around him. Her clit was already swollen and firm by the time he brushed his thumb over it. She was every man’s dream, a young, corruptible woman with a body made for fucking and she was currently riding his hand like a pro.
Her mouth latched on to his throat, sucking and licking as she pumped her hand on his cock, her other hand tugging at his clothes. There was an urgent hunger to the way she went at him, setting his blood on fire. Dean reached down and eased his seat away from the steering wheel, giving them more room to play as he breached her cunt with two, then three fingers, fucking her hard and fast, wishing they were his cock.
Becky moaned against his neck, humping his palm, her grip tightening on his dick as she maneuvered herself closer to him, sliding half her body over the console. The musk from her soaking-wet pussy filled the car, mingling with the scent of fine leather. She bit his neck, a sharp little nip that caused his dick to jerk in her hand. If he didn’t take control of this, he’d come before he found out what it felt like to fuck this woman.
Sucking in a deep breath for control, he pulled her hand away from his cock and slid his fingers out of the tight clutch of her pussy. She whimpered, lifting her head from his neck. Her face was flushed, her eyes dilated and glassy. She didn’t look so innocent now. She looked debauched and if he had his way, she’d look completely corrupted by the time he was finished with her.
He held his soaked fingers up and to his surprised shock, she took his hand in hers and lapped her juices from his skin. She didn’t miss a single drop, sucking his fingers into her mouth one by one. Dean almost came as her raspy tongue cleaned his hand, her blue eyes staring straight at him. His heart thundered in his chest, the tingling at the base of his spine growing stronger the more he watched her enjoy her own flavor.
She suckled his thumb, the pull of her mouth making his balls ache. She released him with a soft pop. “Will you fuck me now, Mr. McKnight?” she asked in a breathy voice.
Dean patted his lap, feeling like a dirty old man with this fresh-faced beauty. “Anything you want, Becky.”
The slow, dangerous smile she gave him had Dean worrying he might have just bitten off more than he could chew, but he knew damn well it would be worth it. She climbed over the console, slinging one long leg over his body to wedge it between his hip and the door while the other snuggled in close between his other hip and the console. Her skirt fell down to cover her pussy, but before he could reach for it, she tucked the hem into the waistband, giving him a perfect view of the spread lips of her cunt.
“Lower your seat,” she ordered as she grasped his cock in her hand.
Dean did as he was told, tilting his seat back and giving her more room to work with and himself a better position to watch as she rode his cock. Even as he thought it, she guided the fat head of his dick to the snug entrance of her glistening pussy. The instant his crown met the silky skin of her cunt, he gripped her hips and bucked up to meet her, too impatient to go slowly. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face as she wiggled to get him inside her, the tight fist of her pussy fighting to accommodate the thickness of his cock.
She slid down his dick, the muscles of her body rippling around his shaft as she took all of him inside her. It was amazing and torturous and so fucking good, he didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not. He needed to come in that sweet, snug cunt.
Gripping her hips in his hands, he held her steady and began to thrust. Becky leaned over him, resting her hands on his shoulders, grinding down with his every stroke, little gasping cries echoing around the interior of the car. The sucking pull of her pussy on his cock, the friction of her inner walls sliding along his shaft, flexing around him was too much for him to take.
His hands slid up to grab her waist, pulling her down as he fucked her hard and fast, pumping his dick into her, his heart pounding as though it would explode. The seat squeaked from their combined weight, the rocking, writhing motions of their bodies had to be making the car bounce, but Dean found he didn’t care if they wore out his shocks. The need to come inside the tight clutch of her body overrode everything else. Squinting through pleasure-slitted eyes, he watched her flushed face go slack, her lips parting as she tried to catch her breath.
With the first ripple of her inner muscles his eyes slammed closed again as the tingle at the base of his spine shot to the top of his skull before racing back to settle in his balls. He pumped up, using every ounce of strength he had to slam into her. She let out a whimper and her pussy gave another slow clench. Dean lost it, pounding up into her, bouncing her on his cock. He swore it seemed to grow bigger with his impending orgasm.
“Mr. McKnight,” she cried out breathlessly. “Oh god!”
He came like a geyser, shooting his load deep inside the snug, young pussy of the woman sobbing above him as her muscles clamped around him, milking his spunk from his cock. Dean groaned loudly as his climax was pulled from him with every shudder that spilled even more cum into her waiting body.
When he had nothing left, when she’d wrung him dry, he slumped back, her slight weight pinning him to the seat. He didn’t care. A crowd of reporters could have been standing around the car recording every thrust, every grunt and every bead of sweat he’d shed and he wouldn’t have cared. Becky was nearly as devastating as Audra.
She stirred above him, her pussy giving another ripple around his overly sensitive dick, making him wince. She lifted her head from his chest, blue eyes glassy from passion and her skin dewy.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
Dean managed to lift his arms and wrap them around her shivering body. “I missed you too.”
This wasn’t the first time they’d met and it wouldn’t be the last. Dean was unable to resist Becky, the hungry angel waiting to be corrupted. Or the way she was tonight, the fallen angel who wanted to corrupt him. The soaked material of his slacks bore the evidence of how well they’d corrupted each other today. Unfortunately there was no way he could get it up again so quickly. Not after how well she’d used him.
“When will I see you again?” he asked as he stroked his hands over her smooth ass. “There’s still a lot I wanted to show you.”
Her huff of laughter was intimate and sexy. If he’d had any cum left in his balls it would’ve spilled at the sound. Becky the sex kitten was nearly more than he could handle. “That’s a surprise,” she said as she propped herself up to look down at him.
Dean couldn’t help himself from looking her over. At some point he’d pulled her stretchy top down to free her tits, leaving them to dangle in front of his face like ripe melons. There were so many ways they could play this game and he wanted to explore all of them. He wanted to show her what it was like to get a pearl necklace as he fucked her tits, wanted to stretch
that tight ass and fuck her hard until she was sobbing with pleasure. So much to do to his sweet Becky.
He reached up to tweak her nipples, enjoying the way her entire body shuddered, pleasure creasing her face. “Next time I get to seduce you, Becky.”
Her lips parted on a breathy moan as she pressed harder into his hands. “Okay, Mr. McKnight.”
Dean let go of her nipples and gave her tits a fond pat before he pulled her top up to cover them again. “Good. Now, I’m going to drop you off at your car.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
She climbed off him, all long legs and big tits, pulling her skirt down to cover her ass. Dean adjusted his seat back to its normal position, barely paying attention as she removed her shredded thong and used it to clean his cum from her thighs. She looked like a mess. If her family saw her now, they’d know exactly how bad she was. Somehow Dean didn’t think she cared what anyone thought of her. It made him like her even more.
The drive to her car lasted all of five minutes. She gave him another shy smile as she climbed out of his sedan, flashing him another look at her pussy as she stood, before pulling her skirt down. With a sassy twitch of her ass, she closed the door and approached her car, slamming the hood closed. He watched as she produced a set of keys from somewhere and got into the driver’s seat.
The sporty car’s engine started with a well-tuned purr. She tooted the horn with a little wave as she tore off down the road. Dean shook his head and put his car in drive. If she wasn’t careful, Becky would end up just like Audra, although he definitely wouldn’t complain about that.