And this was only the start. A promise for the future.
She huffed against him, and her sweet whimpers of after currents running through her were delightful. It was many moments before she finally whispered, “I have a place they’ll never find you. You can hide there until things blow over and we can get away together.”
That stiff shaft of his twitched inside her, and she could feel he was already prepared to go again, but he mustered enough control to pull out and let her down, the thick, pearly white essence of his dribbling out of the puffy folds of her well-fucked cunt.
“C’mon then,” he growled, pulling open the car door and guiding her in. “I’ll drive; you tell me the way.”
His command sent another tendril of pleasure through her spine, and she smiled. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
Morning was still another hour or so off by the time they pulled up to her place. A beautiful large home away from the city itself. She hadn’t been lying about her swanky, high-paying job; there were no doubts about that. She’d paid the bribe to get him out, owned a beautiful expensive car and lived in a home that was easily ten times the size of anyplace he’d ever lived.
With a sharp whistle he put his arm around her and tugged her close as he leaned in and suckled her ear. “Place this big. It’s no wonder you got a nice hidey-hole for me in there somewhere. The cops would get lost searching the place,” he said with a broad grin, pushing open the door.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she purred, and it seemed to him that she was more alive than ever. Even though it’d been a long night, she looked excited, and her eyes flashed at him. “You’ll have to lay low for a while, but then”—her grin broadened—“then there will be something even better.”
His broad, chiseled jaw spread in a toothy grin as he got out with her. The trees rustled in the breeze around her place as they headed inside.
“I’ve got lots of supplies down there for you,” she explained as she showed him through the place. “And I’ll spend all the spare time down there with you I can,” she admitted with a flush of her cheeks, another sign of that continued arousal.
“Damn right you will.” He grinned, putting his arm around her, his large hand on her hip as he held her close through the journey.
“And once things blow over, then we can slip off in the night together to live on a beautiful beach somewhere.” She gave him a bright smile.
Sean Flaherty had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky, but after all he’d been through, he felt he deserved such a break. “Damn, that does sound nice,” he growled as she took him down into the cellar.
It was a nicely kept spot but seemed to be home to little more than tools and a wine rack. It wasn’t until she went to one of the walls and unlocked a hidden latch that she tugged open a secret door that led farther down.
He whistled. “Damn. How’d you get this all set up in secret anyhow?” He looked her over. That buxom beauty did not look like the handy sort, after all.
“Was here when I got the place.” Excitement shone in her eyes as her tongue licked around her full, plush lips, leaving them glossy. “It’s practically ancient. An old root cellar, I guess,” she explained as she went down the old stairs.
Down below he could see just how old the place was, but it had everything he needed. A big bed, TV, computer, a bunch of boxed supplies, and even some weights for him to work out with.
“You really did get it all set up just for me,” he remarked with a satisfied grin, grasping her hips and tugging her body back against his.
“Of course!” Again he felt that excitement she had for him, and her mouth sought his. She pushed her tongue into his mouth with abandon, and her hands worked their way over his hard muscles. “I need you.”
She was full of desire for him, so perky and gorgeous. The perfect woman.
* * *
He grasped her tight and knew he’d have to hold on to her for a nice long while as the two of them stripped away his clothes. Got those workman’s trousers off of him, his thick thigh and calf muscles exposed. Then came the shirt and tank beneath, exposing the hard ridges of his well-defined abs, bulging pecs and rock-solid biceps.
In return he simply tore open her blouse, popping off more than a couple of buttons as he grabbed her and lunged his mouth for her breast, his greedy mouth sucked a teat in.
God, it felt good, having her soft, supple flesh surround his lips as he drew out that hard nipple. She was horny for him. His dream woman, and she was even more desirous for him. He didn’t question how or why, and she moaned with such a pleasant, throaty sound.
Questioning such a beautiful turn of fortune would be madness. Instead he simply satisfied himself with suckling her big, beautiful tit. Flicking his tongue over the stiff pink nub. Making her moan and whimper with his hard affection until he had his fill and pushed her onto the bed.
He slid away those formfitting boxer briefs next, showing his big, meaty cock as he pounced over her on the bed.
“You need me.” He repeated her words back to her as he grasped her shoulders and looked over her form before him. Her splayed legs, her exposed breasts with the one nipple and areola glistening wet with his saliva. “You got me, babe,” he declared, groping along her thighs, tugging her skirt up until it was barely more than a belt about her waist.
A body made for sin. She was gorgeous. She should be a model or something, not some executive. She’d shaved her pussy for him, and it was so swollen with arousal. The outer labia swallowed its smaller petals, leaving her so clean and delicate looking but for the slickness that marred her.
“I can take it,” she pleaded with him.