Chapter 8
Will
Ihovered in front of Karen's door, nervousness making me anxious.
Wallet. Car keys. Cell. Kids are at friends for the night. I brushed my teeth and put on deodorant. Dinner reservations are confirmed. Fuck. What am I missing?
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out, swiping to read the message posted in the group chat from Hayden.
Dogg Pack Chat
Dr.Dogg
Dad, I love you, but for the love of all that is holy, make sure you use a condom. No one wants a repeat of your misspent youth.
JayWood
Especially us. I mean, we definitely don't want a Hayden2.0
Dr.Dogg
You wish you could be this cool, Woody.
Ash
Can you guys cool it with the condom talk? I don't want to have to explain the birds and bees to an 8yr old.
SamthePup
What's a condom?
Ash
Oh, great. Thanks a lot, you guys.
Ryan
Dad, what I think we're all trying to say is we love you and have fun.
James
Speak for yourself. I just hope he gets laid. Don't worry, Dad. We won't wait up!
I sighed, running a hand over my face, exasperated and amused in equal measure.
DaddyDogg
Sam, I'll tell you when you get home tomorrow. Now go play with your friends. Ash, don't explain anything. Ryan, thank you for the vote of confidence. James, Jay, and Hayden… *facepalm emoji*
JayWood
*Kissy face emoji*
Dr.Dogg
*Love heart emoji*
James
*Eggplant emoji*
DaddyDogg
Just wait till you all have kids of your own…. Good night boys. Love you.
I slid the phone back into my pocket and rapped a knuckle against Karen's door.
I'd half expected her to ghost me. I wouldn't have even blamed her. Taking on a divorcee with six kids would be a lot for anyone.
The door opened, revealing a woman I could only describe as perfect.
She wore an eggplant purple wrap sweater dress that hugged her just right. Her tiny stature had been elevated thanks to spiked heels on her feet. Her hair had been pulled back into some kind of soft top-knot, while her eyes were somehow bigger and darker, her lips fuller and painted a deep crimson.
"Hey, Will! You look great. Let me just grab my coat, and we can go." Karen left the door open, turning to pull a black coat off a rack by the door, giving me a side profile.
Dinner. Must get to dinner. Must get to—
My control snapped when she bent over, picking something up from the floor, the curve of her ass pressing against her dress.
Fuck dinner. We can eat later.
She stood, and I approached, wrapping her in my arms and claiming her mouth.
"Gotta taste you," I grunted, desperate for another chance to memorise her flavour. Karen melted against me, her mouth opening, her body glorious against mine.
We kissed for a moment, feasting on each other's mouth, desperate and needy, her little whimpers feeding my grunts.
"Dinner," I said, attempting to step back, to be a gentleman.
"Fuck dinner." Karen reached up, fisting my hair, dragging my mouth back down to meet hers. "Dinner is for the weak."
I chuckled, then groaned as her hand snaked between us, cupping my erection through the material of my slacks.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Keep it together, Will.
"Bedroom. Hurry."
I gave in, surrendering to her desperate plea. I bent and lifted her up, carrying her down the hall.
"Where?" I asked, barely able to grunt the word as my body ached to be in her. Now.
"Third on the left."
I staggered down, pausing to press her against the wall and fuck her mouth with my tongue. A poor imitation of what I wanted to do, but the best I could do at that moment.
In the bedroom, I laid her on the bed, stepping back to push the skirt of her dress up, a sound ripping from my throat.
"Oh, fuck, Karrie." I dropped to my knees, my hands parting her thighs. "You're fucking gorgeous."
With deliberate intent, my head dipped, my tongue finding her damp panties, seeking her clit through the wet fabric.
"Oh, my Gods!” Karen grasped my hair, pressing me closer, wiggling as my mouth teased her through the material. "More!"
As my lady wishes.
I hooked a finger pulling aside her panties, too impatient and desperate to pull away. Under me, she arched, pressing her core closer to my mouth, an offering.
I'm going to destroy all your fantasies.
With lips, tongue, and fingers I purposefully drove her wild, dancing them across her sensitive flesh, pushing her higher and higher but never allowing her to break.
Your pleasure is mine.
"Please!" she begged when I withdrew, pulling back, denying her another orgasm. "Will!"
I stood, hands dropping as I slowly began to unbuckle my pants. "You want me, baby?"
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze dropping to my crotch as I began to unzip my fly. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, and I teased us both, slowly gliding the zip down.
"Holy mother of…." Her voice trailed off as I shoved my pants and briefs down, revealing my cock.
I couldn't deny her reaction certainly felt good.
"You want this?" I asked, fisting my dick.
"Yes," she admitted, watching me with hungry eyes as I teased my cock, giving a long, slow tug.
"Good."
Pre-cum glistening in the dim light, my thumb catching the drop and using it to help ease my glide. Her lips parted, and suddenly I wanted her mouth around my dick.
"You gonna kiss this cock, baby?"
"Yes." Her answer sounded breathy, eager. And it did strange things to me.
I surged up on the bed, hovering over her, my cock positioned at her mouth. With a happy sigh, Karen reached out, her small hand wrapping around my member, her generous curves still hidden from my view.
Fucking shame. Next time take off her dress first.
My brain short-circuited after that thought as her lips wrapped around my dick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, fighting the urge to pump into her mouth. "Your mouth is phenomenal. You're phenomenal. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck."
I had to stop, had to escape her hot mouth if I stood any chance of getting the opportunity to make love to her.
I pulled back, my control nearly snapping at her whimpered protest.
"Shh." I pressed kisses to her mouth. "You keep that up, and this will be over far too soon."
Karen wiggled under me, removing her panties. "Well, guess we better get comfortable then."
With fumbling fingers and a few giggles, we stripped each other, our lips and hands worshipping every newly revealed inch of skin.
"Oh," she whispered as her hands glided over the bulk of my chest. "You're perfect."
I cupped her breasts, lowering my head to press hot, sucking kisses to their tips. "I could say the same for you."
I trailed up and down her body, my mouth and hands alternating as I mapped her pleasure.
Perhaps it would take me three years. Perhaps it would take me thirty, but I had never in my life wanted anything more than I wanted this moment.
The moment when she would shake and scream under me as I drew from her a powerful orgasm.
"Can't wait," she panted, her body beginning to undulate under mine. "Please, Will."
Condom. Fuck. Where's a condom?
"Condom?" I asked, panting heavily.
"Second drawer."
I reached over, finding a dusty packet, no doubt expired judging by the picture on the box.
Do condoms expire? Fuck it. This'll have to do.
I rolled one on, gaze locked on Karen as she watched me through half-lidded eyes.
"Let me please you."
I found her core, sliding fingers through her slick heat, finding her wet and ready.
"Karrie," I groaned. "So. Fucking. Wet."
"I've been horny all day," she admitted, red flushing her cheeks. "I kept thinking of that kiss."
"Same."
Our eyes met, and I leaned in, my cock pressing against her.
"Ready?"
She nodded. "Yes."
We both groaned as I filled her, her tight pussy gripping me.
Tight, hot, wet—fucking perfect.
"Been a while," she muttered, her little pants driving me wild. "Gods, this feels so good."
"Fucking brilliant," I agreed, beginning to move.
We fucked. Dirty, hard, and punishingly good. Our bodies two halves of the same deeply erotic whole. For a moment, I couldn't figure out where I ended, and she began. Then she came, her body milking my cock, locked together as we made filthy love.
"Fuck! Karrie!" I emptied myself in her. Desire and despair warring as I collapsed on top of her.
Fuck. That was too quick. Shit.
We lay like that, our bodies still joined, our hearts thumping wildly. Then I rolled us, settling us on our sides.
"Sorry." I reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek. "I wasn't planning on doing that."
She grinned, her cheeks still flushed. "You weren't? That's a shame."
I felt myself relax, finding an answering grin. "It's just that you're fucking perfect, Karen. I wanted to make tonight perfect for you."
She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "I got laid by a man I deeply respect and am overwhelmingly attracted to. I'm pretty sure this is perfect."
Any residual tension left my body.
"I mean…. Unless he wants to make it extra perfect by going another round?"
I grinned at her hopeful expression. "You don't need dinner?"
"Maybe later. This—" She reached down, giving my cock a loving stroke. "—seems to be the more pressing need."
I found myself rallying, my cock becoming hard once more.
"Mm, I think I might have another round or two in me."
I rolled onto her, covering her glorious fullness with my body, revelling in the soft peaks and dips of her as we made love—three additional times.
When I woke the next morning, I was pretty sure my cock was broken. But as my sons would say—totally worth it.