by Silke Ming
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. Don’t torture me Richard. Just fuck me.”
Aroused by the sensations she exuded, he mounted her. Taking his heavy cock in his hand, he rotated it around her entrance.
“Inside,” she demanded, bucking her hips.
He continued to move his crown around her entrance, running it the up and down the full length of her sex, and inserting it little by little. Tantalizing her! He slipped slowly inside her.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Good. I feel so good.”
He lifted his hips and jabbed her with three short jabs deep inside, and she cried out.
“Talk to me,” he urged, withdrawing his cock to the velvety crown, and jabbing her again, three times.
She threw her legs around his waist and pulled each thrust in. Deeper and deeper he sank, until his cock disappeared inside her. A perfect fit! She felt full and breathing became difficult. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she submitted herself fully to him.
“So tight! You are so tight,” he said, moving from side, stirring around inside her.
He withdrew again and concentrated on her swollen sensitive clit with his thumb. Again he plunged himself deeply into her, then remained still, unmoving. He fastened her legs onto the bed, and moved around rhythmically into her depths. Her muscles tightened, her body trembled and she sunk her teeth into his arm. He watched her face, an expression of pain and pleasure plastered across it!
“Yes, Josie. Come for me, Josie,” he shouted, as the speed of his hips accelerated.
She came, moaning and lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Her vaginal walls seized his hard throbbing cock and held it, not letting go. She felt the wild orgasm taking over her body and she clung to him, her muscles grabbing and releasing his manhood over and over again, until her body, worn out by fatigue, collapsed beneath him. Satisfied that she had reached an orgasm, he slipped her legs over his arms and pumped her, hard and unforgiving. She could not move, giving him the advantage he needed to infiltrate her warm sweet pussy. His thick cock moved like a piston in and out of her body. He pushed himself into her, burying his face in her neck.
“I’m coming,” he roared like a wounded lion.
She felt his cum spurting into her, running down her walls, as the last spasms coursed through his soul. Agony and ecstasy! His body trembled and he pumped the remnants of his juices into her.
“Oh, Josie, I love you,” he said squeezing her.
They lay snuggled together until she felt his organ slip slowly from her body.
“I missed that,” he said, when he once again regained his composure. “That was good. I want more of you. But do you want more of me? That is the question, especially now I know that Steve is also on the scene.”
“Don’t tease me Richard.”
“Get rid of him,” he said. “He is not man enough to compete against me. I hope he liked what he saw.”
“I don’t think he did,” she said, laughing.
* * * *
“So what did you do without me?” he asked, his fingers caressing her nipples.
“Not much. What did you do?”
“I worked every day, long hours, including weekends. I had so much to do, sometimes it felt hopeless.”
“And how did you entertain Willow?”
“She entertained herself. I was only her protector. She knew I had no time to play. How did you find out who she was?”
“A strange thing happened the same day you brought me home from New York.”
“What?”
“Gypsy’s mother came by to let her daughter know that she had seen us the previous evening in New York. She and her husband had also been there to attend the show. She did not realize that I was at home.”
“What did she say?”
“She thinks you are very handsome and blamed her daughter for allowing you to slip away from her grasp. ‘But then he likes those primitive types,’ she said. That’s when I heard the name Willow.”
“I knew the woman was mean, but I had no idea she was so vicious.”
“I love sharing the condo with Gypsy but I am thinking of moving out. I find it very difficult to be civil to her mother, and after her last remarks, I’m afraid of what I may say to her.”
“I am glad you said that because I came here with the intention of asking you to move in with me. It was hell without you for those three weeks. I want to see your face when I wake up each morning.”
“I missed you, too,” she snuggled close to him.
“So when can I expect you to move in?”
“I can’t leave Gypsy just like that.”
“If you’re worried paying the rent, I’ll do that.”
“I love you,” she said.
“I have taken tomorrow off. Let’s have some fun together.”
“I can’t. I’ve got lots to do at work.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, pulling her closer. “Remember what I promised to do to you the last time?”
“You’re a sick man.”
“I know it and I love it. I will do it to you all day long, Josie.”
“Know what?” she asked.
“What?”
“I think I’ll call in tomorrow. I feel a terrible migraine coming on.”
“Josie,” he said, in that seductive voice which meant he had something important to say. “I am wondering what our children would look like? Would they be gorgeous like you or handsome like me?”
“Don’t tease me,” she said.
“I’m serious. Or do you think I am too old for you?”
“You speak as if you were my grandfather. You’re only nine years older than I am.”
“You’ll be mine, Josie. I want you to be mine, body and soul.”
Her phone started to ring. She did not want to be interrupted, but she sat up and looked at it.
“It’s probably Steve,” he said.
She answered it.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” was all she said.
She listened, then spoke again.
“Yes, I’ll try to find them,” she said.
She turned the phone off and jumped out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“It’s one of my clients, Mrs. Ransom. The bank has repossessed her home. She has two young daughters and I’ve got to find her.”
“I’ll go with you,” he said.
Out on the street, they searched for a woman with her two daughters.
“How old are the children?” he asked.
“One is seven and the other is five.”
“Dear God,” he whispered. “Where is Mr. Ransom?”
“Don’t ask,” she hissed.
“Don’t you think we should try the homeless shelters? They give priority to women with children.”
“I would be happy if they are in a shelter. At least they will be out of danger for tonight.”
After ninety minutes, they found the lady and her daughters.
“Mrs. Ransom,” Josie shouted after her.
“Miss Fletcher? What are you doing here?”
“One of my coworkers called and told me what happened to you.”
“Have you got a place to sleep tonight?” Josie asked.
“The shelters I visited are full, so they sent me to another one down the street.”
By this time, Richard had found a parking spot and joined the two women and her children.
“Did she find a place to stay?” he asked.
“Not yet. She’s now on her way to another shelter.”
“Let’s find her a hotel room,” he said.
“She doesn’t have money for a hotel,” Josie whispered.
“I’ll pay for it,” he said.
Josie stared at him.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “It would give me time to try to find a place for them.”
“In that case, I’ll pay for the hotel for a week. That should give us time to find
her a roof over head.”
The hotel was simple, but it was a warm dry place where the woman and her young daughters would be safe. Richard paid for a week in advance and gave one hundred dollars to Josie, to give to her. He was afraid he would wound her pride if he handed it to her. He walked away, leaving Josie to finish the conversation with her.
* * * *
They walked to the parked car, and Josie suddenly grabbed him and passionately kissed him.
“What’s that all about?” he asked.
“You are a very kind man. Thank you for looking after Mrs. Ransom and her family.”
“It has been a long night,” he said. “Let’s go to my place.”
“I must go to work tomorrow,” she replied.
“It’s late. You need your rest. You should call in sick tomorrow.”
“I can’t do that. They will bring fire down on my head.”
“You don’t have to stay there,” he said. “So is it my place?”
“You’ve talked me into it,” she said. “I am very tired.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence, with her hand resting on his leg. They climbed the stairs and she headed straight for the bathroom. A few minutes later, she called out.
“Dick?”
He opened the closet, grabbed a towel and took it to her. When he entered the bathroom, she was standing there with a towel wrapped around her body. They both stared at each other and burst out laughing.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked.
“Give me what I ask for.”
“There is something I must say to you,” he said. “Something that will probably disappoint you.”
She stared at him, afraid of what he was about to say.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I am exhausted. You can summon ‘Dick’ tomorrow morning.”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re right. I can’t believe it,” she said.
* * * *
Lying together in the darkness, he pulled her naked body closer to his. He was almost asleep when she called his name.
“Richard,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“What do you think will happen to Flower’s case?”
“I don’t really know. At the moment I can’t say. Goodnight, Josie.”
“Goodnight, Richard.”
She could hear his breathing turn from shallow to heavy. He was slipping into dreamland.
“Richard,” she whispered again.
“Yes Josie?”
“Tell me more about our children,” she whispered.
He pulled her even closer and instantly fell asleep.
The following morning, she awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. She looked at her watch and realized it was after nine o’ clock. Richard was still asleep, so she quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where she made a call to her office. When she returned, his eyes were open and he stared at her.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning. You seem tired,” she said.
“I am. Each time I fell asleep last night, someone woke me up,” he said, putting his face into her hair.
“Are you working today?” she asked.
“I’ll do it from here,” he replied, “although I’m not sure if I will get too much done.”
“I must try to find an apartment for Mrs. Ransom,” she said.
“I think I may have something for her. When I was searching for accommodations for Flower, I had a list of apartments, and I’m sure you will find something there.”
“Richard, how did you become so successful at such a tender age?”
“It was my father’s business and I joined him after I left law school. After he passed away, I just kept the business going. What about you?”
“Mine was not such a life of privilege,” she replied. “While I was in university, I worked nights in order to buy food.”
“What about your family?”
“My mother lives in the South and I have one sister living in California.”
“Are you close to them?”
“Not at all,” was her reply.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked, lifting himself to one elbow.
“How much time do you have?” she asked.
He realized she didn’t want to talk about it and suggested they take a shower and go down to breakfast.
“Good morning, Mrs. Harris,” he said.
“Mr. Schreck! Good morning,” she replied. “I didn’t realize you had company. I’ll quickly make another portion of eggs.”
After the housekeeper had fixed their breakfast, she quickly left the house.
“Richard, I must ask you something.”
* * * *
“You can ask me anything,” he replied, “but I thought you had asked me everything last night.”
“Why were you so upset when I said I would ask Mrs. Harris for a recipe for soup?”
“Mrs. Harris and I have an employer and employee relationship built on respect. I do not want familiarity to destroy that respect. She will address you as Miss Fletcher and you will address her as Mrs. Harris. Do you understand what I’m trying to say to you?”
“I understand fully,” she replied.
“So what are we going to do today?” he asked, lifting her onto the granite counter top, and standing between her thighs. The cold against her naked bottom made her shiver.
“Too cold?” he asked. “I will make you hot in a few minutes.”
“Oh, Dick,” she purred, gazing into his green eyes.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I have been writing contemporary fiction for the last ten years and have published six novels. I decided to try my hand at romance writing and it has been quite a challenge.
Being an avid traveler, I hope to use my travels as inspiration for future romance novels. I am a gourmet cook and try to read at least one book every week.
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