AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I sigh, uncrossing my legs, then crossing them at the ankles. “I’ll handle it.”
He lowers his voice. “Good. Because I’d hate not being inside you, feeling my dick sliding in and out of that wet pussy.”
Thoughts racing, salacious and wild, I nearly swallow my tongue. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he adds, “I got one place in your life, Counselor. And that’s between your legs.”
My pussy clenches.
Damn him!
He licks his lips. “My dick’s hard.”
Ignoring how my pulse quickens, I shift in my seat. “I don’t need to hear that right now.”
He gives me an amused look. A slow lazy grin eases over his handsome face. “It’s the truth, love. Tell me you don’t want this dick inside of you.”
I press my legs together, and bite my bottom lip to stifle a groan.
“You know I do,” I admit in a shaky voice, my insides purring with want.
He nods. “And right now, I want you underneath my desk sucking my balls while I stroke this dick.”
My mouth starts to water. I feel myself melting as my pussy slowly heats.
The man is a terribly delicious distraction. One I know I am unable to resist.
I take two sharp breaths. Try to keep myself planted in my seat. And swallow. My wicked craving to crawl under Charles’ desk and oblige him is stronger than I imagined. And that frightens, and thrills, me.
Charles looks at the clock. “Listen. I have a briefing in ten minutes, then I have this motion to file before heading out to a meeting at the DA’s office.” He rises and rounds the desk, sauntering toward me. The imprint of his dick bulges in his pants, causing my mouth to water. He glances over his shoulder, then leans in and licks my neck. “Keep your tracks covered, love. So we can keep fucking.”
• • •
There was nothing more Charles needed to say to me. I knew what I had to do. The message was loud and clear: If you want this dick, then handle your position at home. Which is why I haven’t stayed late or given Charles any after-hours office pussy in the last few days. Still, I’ve made time to suck his dick before heading home—don’t judge me. I still needed a taste—but that’s it. Instead, I’ve been going home and fucking Craig’s brains out, while thinking about Charles.
Seeing him at the office or in court looking scrumptious, then not having him inside my pussy for the last few days has been driving me insane.
All I keep hearing is, “Keep your tracks covered, love. So we can keep fucking.”
So that’s what I’ve been doing. Covering my tracks. Fucking Craig, begrudgingly.
Sadly, I’ve come to realize I want Charles’ dick and my life with Craig. And I don’t see why I can’t have them both. I don’t want to let go of my side dick. And I’m not ready to let go of my husband. I thought I might be. But I’m not. Maybe it’s me settling. Maybe it’s me simply being selfish. Maybe it’s being a little bit of both. All I know is, I want my daughters to grow up in a home with both their parents, like I did. And I want to keep getting that good dick. So to ensure that happens, I’m willing to do whatever I have to, even if it means pretending to want sex with my husband.
“Stop.”
I don’t let Craig’s words deter me. I nibble on his earlobe, then brush my mouth against the sensitive part of his neck. I smooth my palm down his bare chest and abdomen.
“I’m serious, Markisha,” he says huskily. “You can’t just use sex to smooth things over.”
“I’m not,” I whisper, blocking out visions of Charles. “I want you.” I lick his neck. “I need you.”
He grunts. “Since when?”
I don’t answer. I climb up on top of him instead. Center my pussy over his crotch, then grind into him over his boxers until his dick responds to the friction, thickening and straining in his underwear. He gives into his own want. Raises his hips, slides down his underwear, and slips himself into me, getting lost inside the warmth of my pussy.
And for the rest of the week, I fuck my husband with reckless abandon while thoughts of my lover run rampant in my head.
• • •
Two a.m., my phone buzzes. I lift my head from my pillow, glancing over at Craig. He’s snoring lightly, his back to me. I reach for my cell, then glance over at Craig again, before punching in my passcode. It’s a text from Charles.
