by Penny Wylder
“What are we doing?” she asks.
She backs up until she’s up against the large window. “I know you had a crush on me when you were younger,” I say.
Her face turns a pretty shade of pink. “Was it that obvious?”
I take a step toward her, pinning her to the glass with my hips. She gasps.
“I was too old for you then.” A lock of her hair has come loose from the twist of hair on the back of her head. I wrap it around my finger. “Am I too old for you now?”
A visible shiver runs through her. Her lips part just as she rises onto her toes and kisses me again. Her round tits press against my chest. Her tongue draws a sensuous line from one corner of my mouth to the other. I open my mouth and she sinks her tongue in. My hand slides behind her back, sweeping up toward the nape of her neck. I pull the pins from her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders into a sunlit waterfall.
I take a handful of her honey hair in my fist and tilt her head back. A soft moan escapes her lips. I answer her moan with a growl as I force my lips against hers, devouring her with a hungry kiss. I crush her body against mine, wanting her to feel just how hard I am. Her moans grow louder. The chemistry between us ignites.
I learn the taste of her, the feel of her tongue, the softness of her lips. I’m taking in everything, memorizing every detail of her.
When I pull away, she lets out a disappointed sigh that makes me chuckle. I pull her toward the couch and we sit close to each other. I slide my hand up the side of her face, studying her features and fixating on her parted lips, hearing her small pants of desire. I can’t wait another second longer, and I press my lips against hers again, breathing in her delicious fragrance and growing harder as I feel her tongue dance around mine. She kisses me back, deeply and passionately, her hands in my hair now, bringing my face closer to hers until it’s hard to tell where her breath ends and mine begins. My control is wavering, and I trail my hand up her bare thigh, until I reach the hem of tight skirt. I grab her by the waist, needing to feel more of her, and bring her onto my lap, quickly hiking up her skirt so she can straddle me. Her face is flushed and I can feel the heat between her legs through my wool suit pants. I consume her mouth once again, pulling her mouth down to mine. My tongue tangles with hers.
My hands rake down her long, slender legs. Her skin is like silk against the tips of my fingers. They settle on her waist, holding her hips down as I gently thrust upwards. She lets out a gasp and starts to grind against me.
I feel like a teenager, ready to come from just that contact alone. I’m not ready for that just yet. I have bigger plans for her. I need to slow this down.
I lift her off of me. She’s pliable, like putty in my hands, bending to my will. I lay her face down on the couch. She stretches out her limbs like a happy cat. I lift her skirt, exposing the most perfect heart-shaped ass I’ve ever seen. I love how confident she is with her body. She doesn’t even flinch as I spread her legs, exposing her.
I pull off her panties. They’re dripping with her arousal. I kiss the smooth skin of her ass. She giggles when I gently bite her. I want to flip her over my lap and spank her, but she’s not ready for that just yet. Instead, I slip a finger into her from behind. She moans, raising her hips to give me better access. She rides my finger as deep as it will go and gasps when I add a second. She’s so slick she leaves a damp spot on the couch and my finger glistens in the early evening light. The smell of her is an addictive perfume. I breathe her in, fill my lungs with it, try to burn it into my memory.
I pull my fingers out of her and lick them. Just as I expected, she’s tastes as delicious as she smells. When I tease my fingers into her again, her tight little pussy squeezes me as she adjusts to the intrusion. I can’t take it anymore. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it from base to tip, spreading a drop of precum around the sensitive tip. I lean back on the couch, taking my time to pump my fingers inside, and keeping the same rhythm, I stroke my cock. I feel a fresh burst of moisture around my fingers, and my cock grows uncomfortably hard. I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her.
I lean over close to her face, and drag my finger out of her pussy, searching for her clit. I find it, hot and swollen under my finger, and watch her face contort as I rub around it, my finger so slick it easily glides over the sensitive nub.
“I want to fuck you,” I say. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she says in a breathy plea. “Please.
I don’t waste a second. I lower my pants below my hips while supporting myself above her. I drag my cock up her wet seam, coating myself in her juices. I stop for a beat and let the head just barely enter her, resting at her hot hole. I want to dive into her, but this moment of anticipation is too exquisite to rush. Just as I’m about to lose control, she angles her hips up off the couch, an invitation to fuck her, a request I’ll happily oblige.
I grab her hips, hard enough that my knuckles are white and I’m afraid I’ll leave a mark, and with a swift hard thrust, I plunge into her, instantly surrounded by white heat.
She’s immediately screaming and wild, her hips driving back to meet me thrust for thrust, and even though I want to make this last, I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.
Her screams only make me want to go harder, faster, and she’s loving it. I give her a gentle slap on the ass to test her tolerance. She yelps and raises her ass to me. I smile, spanking her harder. This time it leaves a red mark behind. That’s as far as I’m going to take it, but I know eventually, this girl will give into me fully. I want to push her to her limits.
I reluctantly pull out and turn her onto her back. It’s time to unwarp this present. I drag a finger down her chest, to the cleavage exposed by her button-down shirt. These tits are all I’ve been thinking about today, ever since I ran into her in the staircase this morning. She’d left the top two buttons undone, and I got a nice view of luscious tits. My cock ached all day wondering if she’d done that just for me. Slowly, I unbutton her shirt, revealing a lace black bra. Her pink nipples show through, hard and pert. I undo the clasp behind her back and her big breasts spill out.
I can’t wait to have one of those nipples in my mouth, so I dive right in, sucking, nipping. She squirms under my tongue and teeth. I continue my exploration, sliding my tongue over the mound of her breast, inhaling her scent deeply. I circle my tongue around and around her nipple, watching the skin pebble around it and her nipple flush a darker shade of pink. Her hands are in my hair, and she’s breathing quickly, moaning softly whenever I take her nipple between my lips and suck. I slide down her chest to her flat stomach, lingering at her bellybutton, peppering her tummy with kisses and licks, and watching as her stomach rises and falls as she inhales sharply. I unzip her tight skirt and shimmy it down her hips before tossing it onto the floor. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I’m drunk on it. Finally my prize is unwrapped, and her smooth pussy is an inch from my lips. My mouth waters thinking about the first taste, how she’ll feel on my tongue. I kiss the soft, delicate skin as if it could break under the weight of my lips, though I know it won’t. I kiss and lick up and down her pussy before I spread open her lips to reveal the luscious wet, pink folds within.
“You have such a beautiful pussy,” I tell her.
She has a dreamy look in her eyes, her smile like she’s just woken up. I kiss her wet pink center, eliciting a low moan from her. Her breathing quickens. Her legs spread wider, hips rising to meet my tongue as I taste her. I softly lick her silky skin, suck the folds into my mouth, drinking every drop of her. She tastes as sweet as nectar. It’s an elixir. A cure for everything. I could live on it.
I move her ankle up the couch so that her leg is bent and I have better access to taste her. I’m not rushing through this delicious treat. I circle her clit with my tongue, and her foot shoots up, coming to rest on my shoulder. She’s so reactive, so I do it again. “Yes, that’s it,” she encourages me, and I focus on her clit, alternating between slow
circles and plunging into her pussy. When I sense that she’s getting close, I pull back and slow down, dragging my tongue up and down her lips, so swollen and pink from fucking her before. I reach down to stroke my cock, relieving some of the intense pressure building there. I’m pumping into my hand as I fuck her pussy with my tongue, and I feel her heating up again. She’s grinding into my face and her scent is everywhere. The feeling of her wet pussy on my face combined with my cock in my hand is becoming too much. I have to be inside her again. I grab her thighs and spread her wide open, focusing on her clit relentlessly, pumping two fingers inside her. Both her hands are in my hair, and her fingernails dig into my scalp, telling me I’m on the right course. I hook my fingers and find her g-spot, and rub slowly there, while clamping my mouth over her clit and sucking. The combination is just what she needs, and I feel her thighs shake and her moans reach a fever pitch. “Fuck,” she pants. “Don’t stop.” And I don’t until I feel her fingers releasing my hair and her legs relax around me.
I can’t wait for her to settle before I enter her again. I grab my cock and ease it back into her, catching the tail end of her orgasm, feeling her pussy clench around me. Her eyes captivate me as I begin to move in and out of her in long, deep thrusts. She never breaks eye contact, and when I hike her legs up, hugging them to my body so I can fuck her even deeper, just the slightest look of surprise crosses her face. She’s so willing, so pliant, so un-fucking-receptive to every touch, every stroke. I can’t take any more of it. Squeezing her legs tightly to my chest, I hammer into her quickly, loving the way her tits bounce. I push hard into her one last time before I explode. I can’t remember coming that hard in a long time, and the orgasm seems to wrack through me again and again until I fall by her side, completely spent. It’s a few minutes later begore I realize I came insider her, not even bothering to think whether she’s on the pill. What the fuck was I thinking? This is Stan’s daughter. She works for me now.
This is Stan’s daughter. She works for me now.
I caress her hair and she touches my face, bringing my eyes back to hers and all the worried thoughts disappear from my head and all that’s left is her.
4
Savanna
We lay on the couch for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms. There will surely be a stain underneath us on this couch, but I don’t care. In case this is a one-time thing, I’ll be happy for the small reminder.
He rolls me over to face him. The sunset turns our glistening skin shades of red, pink, and gold. This is the first chance I’ve had to take my time and look at his face up close, without feeling like some sort of creepy stalker. His blue eyes are as intense as ever, although I see now that there are a few fine wrinkles around his eyes. They don’t make him look old, though, they make him look more serious, like a protector, like a mentor. I run a finger over his lips, so full and soft, and the corner of his mouth quirks up, and he nips at me playfully with his teeth,
I chuckle and let out a big breath.
“What is it?” he asks, smiling at me, looking so completely relaxed and at peace.
“I’ve always wanted to do that with you,” I admit to him. “I’ve fantasized about being with you more times than I can count. Now that it’s happened, I don’t know, it just feels like a dream, you know?”
He runs his fingers across my chest and down to my belly. “Oh yeah? Even after you went off to college and were surrounded by all those young, handsome law students? You don’t have to humor me. Surely I wasn’t on your mind then.”
My eyes flutter closed. It’s hard to concentrate on his words when he touches me like this, drawing lazy circles on my skin.
“Especially then. All I could think about after I left for college was you.”
He stops touching me and pulls me out of the trance his fingertips hold me in. I open my eyes. A shadow of a frown changes his features. He looks troubled.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I appreciate your honesty,” he says. I can tell he wants to say more, but he hesitates.
“Okay…”
“Now I want to be honest with you,” he continues.
My heart picks up speed. In my experience, whenever anyone wants to be honest with me, it’s rarely good. His face is hard to read, though. I don’t know whether he’s about to tell me good new or bad news, and I dread the latter.
“I need a favor,” he says finally.
I raise up on my elbow. He has my attention now. Could it be that he made a mistake hiring me, and he wants me to step down? Or maybe the apartment is too expensive, and I should move? Or maybe this…I don’t know what it is, romp in my office, has disqualified me from employment here and he needs me to resign without fuss.
He reaches out and rubs between my eyebrows. “Where’d you go?” he laughs, smoothing the tension that’s settled in my face. “I far prefer you relaxed, Savanna.”
He puts a hand on my chest, gently pushing me back to the couch. He rubs the back of his hand back and forth across his cheek, over my forehead and down the other cheek. My eyes flutter closed involuntarily, and he gently caresses over my eyelids. And though I’m still nervous about what he has to say to me, his touch calms me, almost puts me to sleep, actually. Goose bumps rise across my skin and I shiver as he runs his fingers up and down my neck now.
I’m getting turned on again, melting with his body heat. All of my nerves have dropped away, and I can’t even imagine news bad enough that would take away this feeling of total relaxation and submission. Whatever he’s about to say can’t be that bad when he’s touching me like this.
His hand slips down lower, brushing over the swell of my pussy, lightly tickling me there, but not going lower, lower where I want his touch. He laughs, low in his throat, as I tilt my hips, hoping to move his fingers where my body’s screaming for attention. Finally his finger slides down my cleft, still wet from his cum. He glides so easily up and down, and every time he rubs over my clit, it’s like a jolt of lightening goes through me. His eyes are so intense, watching my every reaction, and I can see he’s getting turned on too. I can feel his cock against my leg growing harder. He knows exactly where to touch me to drive me wild. How much pressure to apply to make my eyes roll in the back of my head. He plunges his fingers inside me. My back arches, ass comes off the couch. How does he know exactly where that spot is, the one that makes everything go dark and glow at the same time? My moans fill the office.
I’m almost there. I feel it coming. He presses harder on that certain spot. Whether I want to or not, I can’t stop the climax.
“I need you to marry me,” he says.
My eyes spring open just as my orgasm roars through me. My brain is rattled. I can hardly think straight as my breath comes out of me in gasps.
Maybe it was a lack of oxygen to my brain that made me think I heard that. He didn’t just ask me to marry him, did he? How can that be right? It doesn’t make any sense. Not at all.
I stare at him blankly, blinking, waiting for him to speak again. It takes him a while before he does. “I need a wife, Savanna. Even if it’s a pretend one. It’s the only way my new partner will sign up to this firm. I’ve made a mess of things, but after the merger is complete, we can work it all out. You won’t need to stay married to me. But if you don’t agree to this before Mr. Sapline arrives, I may just lose the firm. I may lose everything.”
I continue to stare at him. I understand the words coming out of his mouth, but the meaning, well, this just can’t be right. “Is that why you hired me? Is that what all of this,” I wave a hand at our naked bodies, “is all about?”
Did he use me? My stomach starts to hurt. I want to get dressed, run away from this, take some space to figure this out, but he has his weight on me, holding me down.
He looks appalled that I would even suggest such a thing. “Do you honestly think I could do something like that?”
I’ve known Lonnie all my life, and it doesn’t seem like him to use me. But everything has happened
so quickly, and unexpectedly, that I can’t help but wonder whether he set me up. And added to that, I’ve fantasized for years about being with him, and now it’s finally happened. I guess my insecurities are getting the best of me, because with this new wrinkle, I start to think I was crazy to believe he’d ever want me without another motive.
Then there’s another part of me, the me that’s still floating in the orgasmic blissed out bubble we just created, who would be on cloud nine to even pretend to be married to Lonnie, my teen obsession, my now obsession. Even if it were temporary and all an act, well I’m giddy just thinking about it. But that kernel of excitement, that hope bubbling in my tummy, that’s dangerous. Because it’s those feelings that can lead me to heartache.
“Lonnie, I don’t know. Everything about this idea seems wrong,” I finally say. Even though, in my heart, it feels right. “And what if my family finds out? Fake marriage or not, my dad would lose his mind.”
He sighs. “I know he would.”
I sigh too because I know what I’m about to say and I don’t know if it’s the right decision or not. But I just got my dream job, and if I don’t do this, that will disappear. I’ll have to leave the city, go back to the boondocks and crappy apartments with roommates, back to my barista uniform. I don’t want to take that step backwards. I don’t want to lose it all when I’ve only just gotten started. And being Lonnie’s wife—even if it’s not real—would be an adolescent dream come true.
“I’ll do it,” I tell him.
He smiles and starts to speak, but I hold up my hand to stop him. “On one condition.”
His eyebrows lift. “Negotiations? I like that. You’re thinking like a real lawyer.”
“So what’s this condition of yours?” he asks.
“My family can’t find out about this, not under any circumstance.”
He kisses me. “You’re amazing and yes, I agree to your terms. I will do everything in my power to make sure none of your family finds out. I won’t let our pretend marriage interfere with our real lives. We’ll keep it strictly to the workplace.”