mean? For kicking my ass out the second she came on my dick? That better be what she meant. I think about how to tell her she’s going to be apologizing for that shit on her knees while she chokes on my cock, but she sends another text.
We just aren’t good for each other.
I know it’s just sex to you, but I can’t do that.
It’s just that I’ve just lost my husband.
Well… you already know that.
This broad really doesn’t care about excessive text messages. I run my hand down my face. What the hell am I doing?
I don’t mean that as a bad thing – it's just too soon.
I finally message her back before she can continue this one-sided conversation.
Stop overthinking it. I wanna fuck. Now.
She responds immediately:
I’m sorry, I can’t.
I smirk at the phone. The fuck she can’t. She was pretty quiet earlier. We won’t wake up her son. I’ll just cover her mouth while she cums.
Yes, you can.
I didn’t come all this way not to get laid. And I want that ass. I decide to make it easy on her.
I’m here. Come let me in.
I’m not taking no for an answer. She’s obviously uptight, used to being in her own little world. And I’m not the type of guy she usually dates. That’s fine. I don’t mind. She’s not my usual type either. But this is just sex. Hot sex. I palm my erection. I want it. She wants it. She’s just got to get out of her own head.
I grin at her as she opens the door. She must’ve changed after putting her son to bed. She’s wearing a robe now. Black cotton. It's simple and ends at her knees. She’s clutching it to her chest as she opens the door for me to come in.
“What are you doing here, Dom?” I don’t like her tone.
“I told you, I want you.”
She bites her lip and closes the door as I stand in her living room. I take a good look at her. Her makeup’s been removed, and she looks tired as hell. Still fucking beautiful, even more so. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup, not that I remember, but without it her natural beauty shines through. Her hazel eyes are a little larger, while her lips look rosy and plump from scrubbing her lipstick off. Her cheeks are flushed, although that could be for a different reason.
She swallows and runs her hand through her hair, looking fixedly at the floor. She looks uncertain. She looks like she’s coming up with excuses. I’m not gonna let that happen. I’m not done with her. She walked into my office, into my life. I’m not letting her leave so easy. Not when I’ve only had a small taste of her.
“Don’t say anything.” My voice interrupts her thoughts, and her eyes spark with desire as she licks her lips. Her mouth parts, but my doll is obedient. She presses her lips together and nods.
“Good girl.” I step closer to her and grab her hip in my right hand, pulling her body to me and wrap my left arm around her back to fist the hair at the nape of her neck. It won’t hurt when I tug it. But it’ll give me the control I need to make this perfectly clear to her.
“You’re mine, doll. When I want you, I’ll have you.” She knows the word to say to stop this. But she won’t. She wants this just as much as I do. The question is, just how fucking dirty does she want it? I smirk at her and pull her hair back so I can kiss her neck. I run my teeth along her neck and up her throat before squeezing her lush ass. Her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing.
I loosen my grip and take her lips with mine. Her plump lips are soft, and mold to mine. She parts them easily, and I take a moment to massage my tongue along hers. She moans into my mouth, and that’s all I can take. I pull back and smack her ass. “Bedroom.”
She leads the way down the hall and up the stairs quietly. Very quietly. I can tell when we get to her son’s room because she looks back at me with hard eyes and clenched fists, and walks with slow, deliberate steps. “Relax mama bear, we won’t wake him up,” I whisper in her ear and give her hips a squeeze. “I’ll just have to