“Like that?” I gripped her hips to hold her in place as I rammed my dick in
side her, harder, faster.
She moaned. “Yes. So good, Ryder…” She lay back over my papers and relinquished her pleasure to me. The fact that this strong, independent, untrusting woman surrendered to me was a heady feeling. Something shifted in my chest that made me uncomfortable. It was a warmth but also a sense of doom. As if a warning went off to be careful because I could get burned.
I pushed it away and instead focused on Trina and her pleasure. Even as my dick grew painfully hard, as my own need to come clawed at me, I kept my attention on her.
“Come on my cock, Katrina. Take me to heaven with your sweet pussy,” I said in a strangled tone as pressure to come gathered in my balls.
She moaned, her head swiveling side to side. Her tits bounced each time I thrust in. My balls slapped against her ass. I wished we could stay like this forever even as I wanted so badly to come.
“Pinch your tits, baby,” I said. I knew her nipples were sensitive and would take her to the final destination. For a moment, I thought she’d resist, but then her fingers gripped her tits and pulled. Her pussy contracted and her hips rocked. She was nearly there. I was precariously close to beating her to the finish line.
I licked my thumb and forefinger and then gently pinched her clit, pulling and rubbing it.
She cried out, her body going taut and squeezing my dick so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t come off. White lights blasted behind my eyes as my own orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck, yes…I love your pussy,” I ground out as I pummeled my dick in and out of her like a fucking freight train barreling down the tracks. My cum shot out, stream after stream, filling her until it dripped onto the floor.
When I finished, I collapsed on her, pulling her to me. “You fucking rock my world,” I managed through my gasps.
Her hands pressed on my chest. “Me too.”
Good, I thought. There was so much about me that she thought was lacking. At least here, giving her pleasure, was one thing I did right.
I stayed seeped inside her as I straightened and pulled her up to sit. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her. “You seem more relaxed now.”
She laughed. “Sex therapy definitely works.” She looked at her watch. “Crap. I have to get to work.”
I withdrew from her and reached over to get the box of tissues on my desk. I gave her a few tissues and then took a few to clean myself up and wipe the mess on the floor.
“I never knew sex could be this messy,” she quipped as she wiped away my cum.
“Me neither. It must be you.” I winked at her.
She blushed. Seriously. Trina Lados blushed. I’d never have believed it was possible if I hadn’t seen it.
As we set our clothes back to right, I asked, “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Aren’t you working?”
“I’ll be home by eight, if you want to wait.”
“Whatever you make will be delicious, I’m sure,” she said. She looked up at me and grinned. “I hate to fuck and run, but…”
I laughed and hauled her to me. “Any time you need a good fuck, I’m your man.”
She gave me a kiss and hurried out the door. I stood in the middle of my office, a little stunned at the turn of events. First, she showed up needing support. Then she wanted me to fuck her. Then she blushed. Then we talked about dinner like a normal couple. Then she joked with me in a way that wasn’t snarky or with an edge of disapproval. Either I’d entered the Twilight Zone or Katrina Lados’ opinion of me was changing.
I grinned, feeling quite content, and not just because my dick had a spectacular workout. I was fake married for a week, and so far, my plan was working better than I thought. In fact, what just happened today didn’t feel fake at all.
I tempered my excitement at this revelation. I knew Trina well enough to know that her temperament could change on a dime. Still, I felt some hope that by the time this was all said and done, we might have a future beyond this fake marriage.
I checked my clothes again to make sure I was presentable and headed back out to the restaurant. Noting that everything was running as normal in the kitchen and with the staff, I went back to my office to do some managerial work. There was booze and food to order, and next week’s work schedule to prepare. But Trina was never far from my mind. Especially as I sat at my desk, and the fresh memory of having her sweet body there played over and over in my mind.
Earlier in our fake marriage when I’d asked her out, she’d said no. But maybe now I could get a yes. Or maybe, I shouldn’t ask. Maybe I should just make plans and surprise her. I weighed the wisdom of that. There was the possibility that Trina wouldn’t like being surprised. She was the type of person that liked to know what was going on. Uncertainty made her act crazy.
On the other side, it wasn’t like I was taking her away from her life as she knew it. It was dinner, for Christ’s sake. I even had a good reason for taking her; our one-week anniversary.