by Alexis Angel
We remained like that, me on top of him, until the waves of delight receded and we both caught our breath, his cum slowly dripping down my legs and his cock.
I rolled to the side, staring at the ceiling of our room. My hand looked for his and, finding it, our fingers laced. I closed my eyes, letting that feeling of intense happiness fill me. It was like that every time.
“I love you, Athena. And I will always love you.”
I smiled, knowing that to be the truth. Me and him, it was forever.
Malcolm’s Affair
"As the controlling member on the Board of Directors, Ms. Hawke, it's up to you to decide which direction you wish the Firm to invest its excess cash in," the lawyer from Cantor Ellis is telling me. Malcolm is sitting next to me, and everyone freely acknowledges that he's the CEO, but because of my investment in the company at the height of the 100 Days game, and the fact that we’re married and jointly manage everything.
I mean, to be honest, Malcolm probably has enough reason to separate himself from me, but he hasn't. I've sometimes wondered why. Doesn't he want me - an outsider - out of his business? Doesn't he want what he created with his own two hands to be his again? In fact, I know that the profits generated in three months since the initial investment went through are more than enough to keep the company running as well as repay me everything that I put down.
So why doesn't he pay me?
I look over to Malcolm and I notice he's watching me very intently.
I smile to myself. My Malcolm.
I wonder if the intensity of his gaze has anything to do with the tight, short, black Armani Collezioni dress that I'm wearing. It probably does. The dress hugs literally every curve on my body. It leaves very little to the imagination. Once you peel this dress off - and that's literally what you have to do because it's so tight - I have the cutest little lace bra and thong set waiting for Malcolm.
I think he can sense that because his eyes are scanning me, like that of a hungry wolf.
"Was there something you wanted to interject?" I ask him with a faint smile, crossing my long legs and letting him view the expanse of toned thigh as my legs uncross and then cross.
"Well, technically you are c-owner,” Malcolm says to me.
"But it is your company," I say to him. I decide to stand up. "You are the CEO, aren't you."
Malcolm stands up as well. I can tell he's getting there. His blood is boiling. He wants me. I know this because I can tell.
We are two alphas. A man, and a woman. Ideally suited to each other. Two warriors in a world of meek.
And you can tell that's exactly what's going through our minds right now. Nothing else matters for us. No one else exists.
That lawyer from Cantor Ellis? I don't really care that he's still sitting on the chair that faces our two chairs. There's a small coffee table between us.
He clears his throat and from the periphery of my vision I can tell he's adjusting his tie.
He's probably never been in a situation like this. Two very beautiful people who are about to pounce on one another.
There are moments like this throughout my life life with Malcolm nowadays. Instances where it's like a switch has gone off and all I can do is think about him and all I feel is a deep desire to be with him. Where everything else clears out of my mind until I satisfy this animal lust that runs through my veins. Usually it involves a solid hour or two of mindless rutting until the half dozen orgasms have removed the trace of sexual desperation for Malcolm from my soul.
But no, wait. It only lessens it. Makes it less of an overriding goal. It never truly removes the need for Malcolm. That I don't think will ever happen.
So now, imagine if you're the lawyer from Cantor Ellis. A comely woman with curves in all the right places and a body that makes your cock hard just by staring at is is standing across from you. She is facing a man with enough muscles and money to call himself a god amongst men. You would be a little intimated, wouldn't you?
Malcolm takes one final step closer to me and runs his hands up and down my arm. I sidle over to him and move my arms so that they're holding him. His arms maneuver to the sides of my body and he brings his hands down to my hips.
In a few seconds I'm sighing in pleasure as both hands grab my ass.
He pulls me closer. I crush myself against his body. His cock is tenting. Twelve inches of man meat. Leaking precum. Ready for me.
"You want to do it here?" I ask, my breath coming out heavier.
"I want to make sure of something first," Malcolm says.
I cock my head.
Despite the fact that it's been 3 months, I feel like I've known Malcolm forever. Yet despite even that feeling, each and every day, he manages to surprise me.
Now, however, he pulls me close.
"I want to know if you're ready to scream so loud," he whispers into my ear. "That only the birds will be able to hear you."
I gasp. In that moment, his hands go over my body and begin to squeeze my left tit. He shudders in pleasure as he squeezes my breast.
"Uhm, folks, maybe we shouldn't do that here?" the lawyer, whose name I can't even remember now tries to say but all I do is bring my hands to Malcolm's belt and begin to undo the fastener. Soon his belt is off and I've unzipped him, letting his pants fall to the floor.
Malcolm's tremendous package comes into view.
"Whoa there," the meek little lawyer says. "I'm going to let you two have some privacy."
And with that, he scurries away out of the room. I can see him standing guard outside, protecting our privacy.
I smile. This was his office.
But it makes perfect sense. We are the strong. We take and do what we want. The rest of the world?
They can go sign up for 100 Days.