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Running his hands along my arms, I imagined the hottie moving down my body, softly kissing my skin along the way, between my tits and down over my belly, ever down towards my pussy. He unzipped the back of my dark skirt as he went, making it fall down around my ankles.
Slowly pulling down my panties, Russ kissed his way down my pelvis, gently running his tongue up the length of my lower lips. He did this again and again until he was lapping at my tender pink lips with a steady rate, coaxing a deep rapturous moan from inside me as I clamped both hands onto the back of his head. He buried his tongue deep into my pussy, making me tremble with an orgasm.
After I came, I imagined Russ kissing his way back up my body, then kissing me passionately, our tongues softly dancing in the most delightful way.
Working two fingers deep inside my desperate pussy, I imagined Russ taking me by the shoulders and turning me around, making me bend at the waist over the desk, fully exposing my ass and pussy to him.
Pressing one hand on the small of my back, he stroked the hot end of his huge cock against my pussy, first making me gasp, then making me moan. Moans, which nearly turned to screams as he pushed all the way inside me in one go. It felt so good, I could hardly contain myself.
Giving me a moment to get used to the size of him, Russ took me firmly by my waist, taking full control of my body and started to move in me. After slow, gentle thrusts, he built up to a hard, rhythmic pounding. His thick cock slammed inside me, hitting my clit and G-spot at the same time, making me absolutely convulse with orgasm. As I squirmed, Russ took me firmly by both wrists to keep me from breaking anything — his cock still deep inside me.
I carefully pulled my fingers from inside me and cleaned up then took a long drink of Crown Royal, finishing off the rest of the tumbler. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I started to think about the real-life version of Russ, and what might be going on with him.
Things were going so well before that phone call. Awful as it was, he at least had a reason for leaving like that. It might have even been a good one like his dog was sick or something. Perfectly understandable, really.
Finishing off the New York cheesecake that had come with Russ’s order, I picked up my phone and dialed. Situations like this needed another viewpoint.
“Allo, allo?” Vicky said, sounding chipper even this late at night.
“Hey,” I said.
“What did he do?”
“How —”
“I’m psychic,” Vicky said matter-of-factly.
“Ah, right, I forgot.” I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that she couldn’t see. “I think something is going on with Russ.”
“What makes you say that?” Vicky asked.
“Well, we were out at The Blue Room doing some photos of him proposing to show my grandparents and —”
“He got a call and had to leave suddenly?” Vicky asked, sounding eerily certain.
“Exactly, it was like it was a game, but it seemed as if he had other things distracting him. I wouldn’t mind so much if I hadn’t put so much effort into arranging it.”
“Not to mention the money,” Vicky added.
“Yeah, though it’s not even that, really. It just sort of hurt that he would bail like that.”
She hummed for a second. “That sounds a bit paranoid. He probably actually had an emergency call. Such things do happen,” Vicky pointed out, “or he was just a bit spooked by being out with someone so beautiful and smart. You can be a bit intimidating to mere mortals.”
“Thanks,” I said, unable to keep from laughing.
I was glad I had Vicky to cheer me up. Even if Russ wasn’t reliable, my sister-in-law was.
Chapter Eight
Russ
I knew it was a dick move — not only going by Ann’s expression, which I did my best not to look at as I got ready to leave. I already felt bad enough. It might have been selfish, but it really was an emergency, and I honestly did hope that she would understand. I wasn’t trying to hurt her and knew I might be putting my job at risk, but I really did have other, more important priorities.
“What happened?” I asked, coming in the door breathless.
“I got called in for an extra shift,” Kimberly said.
“You should take it, I said,” catching my breath and leaning on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, I know, I did,” Kimberly said, putting on her jacket over her scrubs.
“You always were the smart one,” I teased, reaching out and rustling her hair.
“Who was it who graduated high school at seventeen?” my little sister asked, rhetorically.
“Daddy!” Carly cried, coming in from the living room of the small apartment we all currently shared.
