CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
That turns me on way too much. What did she think? Did she wish she could suck me off? Or fantasize about me ripping her panties off and thrusting inside her.
Fuck.
I...
Can’t...
Do—
“You aren’t the only one who feels something, Zander. It’s just not visible with females.” Courtney announces, making me fully aware that right now she is soaking wet.
Her pussy.
Wet.
Craving my cock.
There’s every reason to believe she’s taken care of that ache a few times since we’ve met, touching herself while thinking of my thick member hanging heavily in my Armani pants.
While she comes.
Touching herself.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m not a saint.
I’m a red-blooded man who’s trying to ignore the hints of her lacy bra and creamy cleavage. The moisture on her pink lips.
The—
My mouth smashes down on hers, even as I hear my inner voice warning me loudly. I drown it out with my moan and relish as I hear Courtney’s mewl combine as I pull her hard against me.
God, I want this.
I want her.
I need her.
She opens to me as her hands grip my biceps. Additional whimpers send shock waves of arousal down the length of my cock.
I pick her up and step between her legs as I drop her onto the counter.
“Tell me to stop,” I say against her mouth.
“Stop...” Courtney’s voice is barely audible as I lift my lips from hers and look directly into her eyes. But then she adds, “Please don’t stop. I need you to fuck me.”
Jesus!
My brain goes into hibernation as my cock takes over. I rip her skirt up, thrust my hand inside her panties, and she arches her back as my fingers glide home around her panties.
She’s drenched.
“Oh, God!” Courtney cries.
“He ain’t here. We’re both going to hell, and I don’t give a damn,” I growl, ripping the lacy garment off and lowering my face to her pussy.
Lick!
“Zander!” she cries while her spicy sweetness sends me insane. Palming the inside of her thighs, I swirl my tongue through her folds, investigating the sensitive spots that will drive her to the edge.
I am going to hell.
I know am risking everything, but right now there is nothing I want more. Never have I been this irresponsible. Never risked almost everything that is dear to me in this life.
I swallow her juices, nibbling on her clit, and slide my fingers back inside her.
Again and again and again.
“Oh, oh, oh, Jesus,” Courtney moans, trying to move her hips, but I hold her still. My hands on her body making her look tiny and breakable.
“Let me eat all of you,” I moan against her slick folds. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”
“Zander. Oh, shit. Zander!”
She cries as she falls over the edge. Her walls tighten around my finger, and her back arches once more as her orgasm erupts.
“That’s it, cream on my face.”
Fucking hell, she’s incredible.
I stand, unzipping faster than any man ever has, and feel my eyes widen when I realize I left my wallet in the office and don’t have a condom.
Unbelievable.
“I don’t have protection.” I rasp.
“I’m clean.” She says, need thrumming from her.
This is it. Life has given me a reason to walk away and make a smart decision. Except I’m clean, and the Plan B pill will solve any other issues.
I don’t want an out.
I want in...inside Courtney. Where I’ve wanted to be since the moment she stepped into my office.
The tip of my cock slides through the juices of her orgasm, and I smirk at her while moving it around, pleasuring us both.
She slides her hands up my chest as I lean over her, pinning her to the counter.
“Once. We do this once, Court, and never tell a soul,” I rumble.
“Yes...”
“You sure?” I ask as the head of my cock sinks inside her of its own accord.
“Oh, yes, I’m...God. I’m sure,” she groans, sinking her nails into me.
Fuck.
I don’t wait for more permission. In two more thrusts I’m balls deep and unstoppable. Driving in faster, pumping my shaft against the tight walls of her pussy, I grip the back of her head.
“Feel that?”
“Yes, harder.” She pleads.
Like a piston, I plunge in as deep as I can, as fast as I can, penetrating her with an intensity I don’t think I’ve ever felt.
It’s urgent.
It’s forbidden.
And I know the terror of reality will slam me in the face when this incredible pleasure is over, but for now I need this more than I can breathe.
Finding a forceful rhythm as my cock swells and Courtney’s moans increase, I know this is going to end quickly.
I could lift her off the counter, carry her to her bedroom or the sofa, make it last all evening. But I know my conscience can only be held at bay for so long.
I’ve broken my oath.
I could lose my entire career, business, and reputation. Could. I’m not going to let it happen.
Surrendering all fears, I focus only on us.
Courtney wraps her legs around me, our skin slapping loudly in the kitchen as our bodies seek more and more pleasure.
“Zander, oh, yes, God, you feel...yes, that, oh, fuck.”
I sink into her neck, grazing my teeth along her skin. “Clench around me. I want to feel every inch as I come inside you.”
Even to me, I sound like a goddamn animal. But she does as I’ve asked, and it pushes me to my limit. Pleasure rockets to the tip of my shaft as I pump even faster, harder.
“Shit, I’m going to come again,” she cries.
That’s it. That’s the moment.
I combust.
My hot seed explodes, filling her eager pussy as she shudders around me. With purposeful pulses, I take full control, savoring the overwhelming ecstasy consuming both of us.
Palming the counter as the last of my cum releases, our breathing labored, I stare down into her eyes.
She’s sated.
Pleasured beyond recognition.
I’ve never seen her look so beautiful, so perfectly happy.
One corner of her mouth tips up into a smile, and I lean down to kiss it. I wish we could stay like this forever, blissfully ignorant of what we’ve done.
But we can’t.
Instead, I pull out, grab the closest towel and press it to her entrance. Then help her off the counter.
She wobbles.
I steady her.
We stare at one another with a thousand questions in our eyes. It occurs to me that I can’t just leave. I can’t just wish her well. She’s my fucking client. And we still have things to talk about.
If only that was my greatest concern.
I reach down and scoop her up into my arms.
Courtney squeals.
“Don’t move that towel,” I quirk my lips. “Or you’ll leak everywhere.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to the bathroom, where we’re going to shower and do that all over again.”
Go big or go home as they say.
I’m not ready to go home, nor accept that once this is over I can never touch this woman again.