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"I look what, Jenny? "
"You look handsome. And scary. " He barely heard that. She whispered it. Her voice got stronger. "You look good, Richard. "
Holy Shit. Was that the little babe's idea of flirting? It was working. He looked down at the food in front of her. She was moving it around on her plate. He stood up and took her hand. "You about done there, Angel? Because you've about done me in, that's for sure. Let's go. " He started dragging her in the direction of his office.
"Where are we going? " Jenny was disconcerted and alarmed by his abrupt movement.
"You've got to get home. " He opened the door to his office. He pushed her inside. The door slammed behind him. He grabbed her purse off the floor and pushed it in her direction. "You've got a couple of choices here. We can have sex, or you can leave. Either way, you're going to be with me tomorrow night. I want you bad, babe. " Jenny reached blindly for the purse strap. She took a deep breath and tried to smile. He reached out and ran a single finger down the dimple in her cheek. For the first time, she reached up her hand and touched his cheek back.
At her tentative movement, all hell seemed to break loose. She let out a gasp as he grabbed her head in both hands and lifted her face for his kiss. She opened willingly. He devoured her with his tongue, teeth, and lips. Jenny had never been kissed that way before. Never before her marriage, and certainly not during. He walked her backward until the back of her legs hit the couch. He pushed her down. She landed in a sitting position with him kneeling in front of her. He took a knee in both hands and pushed her legs apart. He maneuvered his torso between her thighs and shoved up her shirt.
"Okay. Here's the deal. I know you think it's too soon to have sex. " His big hand palmed her breast through her black push up bra. He gazed at her breasts as if in pain. "I know you've got this good girl thing going on, and I respect that. I'm trying to respect that. But babe, I've got to at least touch you now. I can't wait to touch you. " He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the front snap between her breasts and twisted the mechanism. It fell open immediately. He glued his eyes to her chest. "Oh fuck. Jesus Christ, babe. I'm in heaven. "
Richard felt the blood pound through his body, his brain, his cock. Holy Hell, she was hot! Her boobs were absolutely perfect. Small and round and pink. Luscious. He wanted to suck them. He wanted to eat them. He wanted to fuck them. He wanted to come on her chest. He could feel the aggression and urgency swirling through his guts. His stomach clenched in need. He had to find some control. He couldn't scare her. He had to slow things down.
Jenny squirmed on the couch and felt the wetness come between her thighs. She lifted herself onto her elbows and reached for his lips with hers. He gave her what she wanted. He slammed his mouth down on hers and sucked in her tongue, her breath, her oxygen. He reached up and took both breasts in his hands and pushed them together. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't get in enough air. She ripped her face away from his to take a deep breath and he latched down with his mouth onto her nipple. He sucked, then licked. He moved his mouth to her other breast like he was starving and she was his feast. Oh, God, she wanted him to touch her. Just touch her between her legs like he had tried to earlier. She struggled to stay still. She couldn't. She moved beneath him.
She was immediately rewarded. He slid his hand down and pushed up her skirt. He palmed her between her thighs and started rubbing her, hard. Her panties were wet. She knew he could feel that but wasn't embarrassed.
Somehow, she felt safe. He had said he knew she didn't want to have sex. He knew that. She didn't have to think about that threat. They were just making out. It was okay. She needed to touch him, too. She reached between them and put her hand on his erection. It was huge and straining to get out. She really, really, really wanted to feel it naked in her hand.
Richard was about to explode. He picked her up and turned her until they were lying on the couch facing each other like two teenagers. Their mouths sealed together and he put his hand between her legs again. He forced her panties to one side and started rubbing between her folds. She was slick and wet. He manipulated her clit until she was gasping and reaching for him. She rubbed and pushed on his erection through his clothes. He reached down and quickly released his belt and fly. He pushed her hand into his boxers and she took hold of him.
Her hand was small and warm and Richard didn't think he'd felt anything that good in his life. He reached between her legs to the wetness waiting for him and shoved his big, blunt, middle finger up her. He felt her moan and adjust her position. She lifted her leg over his and gave him better access. He took immediate advantage and put another finger in her. She felt so good. Tight and warm and silky. He wasn't going to be able to stop without coming. He wanted to flip her on her back and shove it in so bad he thought for a second he couldn't control it.
His hand pushed at her harder and deeper. He felt her start to shake and constrict around his fingers. She squeezed his cock harder and went off like a rocket in his arms. He felt her groan into his kiss as her orgasm took control of her body. He was totally out of control as he pushed at her harder with his tongue, his fingers, and his dick.
His mind exploded first and then his body followed. He felt himself spew into her hand. He felt her tighten her grip and take his come into her palm.
He slowly came back to focus. He continued to hold her between her thighs. He couldn't release her yet. She felt so good. She smelled so good. Her scent was musky, hot. The aroma of sex between them intensified his urge to possess her. He was momentarily satisfied, but wanted everything she had to give.
Jenny came back to reality with a start. His hand was huge and he wasn't releasing her. Her hand was still on him and it was sticky wet. He was still big. Didn't all men deflate immediately? Her experience with different lovers was very limited.
"Did I do something wrong? " Jenny questioned him quietly. She knew she sounded apprehensive.
"How so, Angel-face? " His lips moved to her forehead and he gave her such a chaste kiss that it felt like a benediction. "I think you've got the mess to prove that I just had a great time. " He grinned at her.
"Oh, Okay. " There was still confusion on her face.
"What's the problem? I know you came. I felt it. You liked it, too. What could you have done wrong? " She had an expression on her face like she was trying to solve a problem.
"Why are you still hard? " Jenny felt herself flush as she asked that question. Her embarrassment grew when he burst out laughing.
He squeezed her once and then carefully withdrew his hand from
her body. He stood and pulled her to her feet. "Come into the bathroom and let me get you cleaned up, Angel. " He led her through another door at the back of the room. He shut the lid on the commode and sat her down. He put his hand under her chin and raised her face to his. "How long were you married? " Jenny felt his fingers caressing her jaw.
"Almost twenty years. " She tried to keep her voice light. "I have twin boys in their first year at college. I've missed them since they moved to school. "
"Yeah. I pegged you as a soccer mom the minute I saw you. " Wow. Jenny had pegged him as a mobster when she saw him. She looked at the scars on his face. The confidence and power emanating from him. He was calmly waiting for her to speak. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay. Yes, they played soccer for years. I never missed a game. So, what does that prove about me? " Her tone was a tad harsh and belligerent. She had nothing to apologize for. Being a good mother had been like a career to her.
"Nothing wrong with that. I just think that you didn't get out all that much. " His voice was flat, as if he was stating a fact.
Jenny bristled. "That's not true. "
"Really? So how many men have you been with besides your ex-husband? " Jenny felt a little quiver of joy when he put such an emphasis on 'ex.' She also didn't want to answer that question.
"Oh, you know. I haven't really counted but probably, like, none. " There. She told the truth and did it nonchalantly. She could act like what they had just shared was no big deal. She absolutely would not die of embarrassment.
