Chapter 25
MAC
Right. Her dipshit ex-husband.
Georgia, standing in only frilly and feminine bra and panties, was sexy as fuck. Her tits, which were more than a handful, filled out that lace and fabric to perfection. Clearly, she didn’t think that.
“Let me guess,” I said on a huff. “The secretary slash new wife is probably a twig.”
She nodded and her lower lip stuck out in a little pout.
I took a step closer to her so I could look down that tempting line of cleavage. I could get lost in there. Smothered. I might die in the deep valley.
What a way to go.
“Bony,” I continued, guessing what the other woman was like. “Little tits that can probably go without a bra.”
Another nod.
Reaching out, I brushed her long hair over her shoulder, then played with the bra strap.
“Eats salads for every meal and has an ass your ex bounces a quarter off of.”
With a head tilt, she tried to shift away. Bingo.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said, hooking my finger in the strap to keep her in place. “First off, your ex is an idiot. Anyone that would even think about cheating on you has to be mental. Doing it with someone you work with? Dick move.”
Her eyes widened and I continued. She needed to hear this.
“Second, I don’t want a bony woman. Look at me, I’d break her.
” I let her go, puffed up my chest and patted it in a Me, Caveman gesture.
“I don’t want little bug bites for tits.
I want a handful. Hell, more than a handful.
Ones that bounce during sex. Plump nipples that like to be sucked on and tugged.
An ass I can grab onto while I fuck. I love thick thighs and curves, Georgia. ”
Finally, she looked up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. Her lashes were so fucking long. I knew my words were getting to her because she was panting, those perfect tits jiggling with each breath.
“Really?” she asked.
I took her hand, set it on my chest and then moved it down my body, turning it so our overlapping fingers faced down. Into my boxers they went. I wrapped our hands around my dick.
My rock hard, eager-for-her-touch, dick.
“Fuck…” I breathed. It had been a long fucking time and her little hand felt insane. “Really,” I repeated.
I pulled our hands free, then stepped back.
Separating from her touch wasn’t what I wanted, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coming from a quick handy.
I was patient. Maybe. We could fuck right this second against the door and it would be amazing.
I’d make sure it was good for her but if she had even a trace of doubt about how hot she was, I was fixing that right fucking now.
As I moved to the bed, I said, “Now, be that feisty woman from the laundry room earlier and rule my world.”
“How… do you want me to do that?” she asked.
I licked my lips. “Easy. Come sit on my face.”
I watched as her eyes widened. Her entire body flushed at my dirty words. I had to wonder if her ex ever went down on her before, which I didn’t want to think about, but also wanted to rectify if it was true. A woman needed to be eaten out good and thoroughly. And often.
“Sweetheart, earlier you were under the assumption that you were in charge,” I said. “I’m in control. The only thing you can do tonight is call it off. Anytime you want. So unless you want to stop, get over here and climb on.”