Two Weeks of Sin

He didn’t waste a moment. “Now, where were we? You were going to show me that bedroom of yours, right?”

“More specifically, the bed.” I held his hand as I led him down the hall to my bedroom. I had a comfy king size of my own, and I stood next to it as he sat on the edge.

I slid my hand down my front to the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Then I undid my pants, and he reached forward to assist as I tugged them down. His hand landed on my mound, where he rubbed firmly and touched me. I was wet for him, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

He slipped his finger beneath the elastic of my panties and brushed it gently across the damp flesh, parting my folds and rubbing very lightly on my clit.

“It’s my turn for a taste.” He tugged the front of my panties to pull me closer and then he yanked them down, his mouth capturing me before I could lose the scrap of lace, which rested on my knees. I worked my hips forward and moaned. He moaned too, and the vibrations from his mouth tingled against my pussy.

Just when I thought the ache between my legs couldn’t get any more intense, he brushed his finger against my ass, pushing at the tight opening, and I came. I ground my hips and pressed against his face as he quickly lapped and moaned as if he greedily wanted every bit.

He pulled away and smiled up at me as he tugged me forward to the bed. “Lay down. I want to get inside that tight fucking hole while it’s ready for me.”

I lay back, and he stripped off his shirt and pants and stroked his huge cock, taking it from base to tip a few times for good measure. Then he nudged his way between my knees and reached down to pull me closer to the edge where he hitched up my legs and encouraged me to put them around his waist.

“Hurry,” I said with a giggle.

“Mhm. My greedy little girl can’t wait.” He centered his cock, and with a deep breath, he pushed it inside me, inching slowly into my tight channel. He filled me to my limits, stretching me wide as usual and since a week had passed, I was tight again and needed time to settle.

He stilled for a moment and then rocked his hips, fucking me nice and slowly. Then his pace quickened, and soon he was fucking me nice and hard just like I loved it. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and he reached up to pinch a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. The pain sent a euphoric wave of pleasure through me, and my pussy began to quake and trembled, splashing around his cock. He slapped himself against me, settling into a fast rhythm as I came, again and again, one multiplying over the next until I thought I’d come apart around him and collapse.

“I love it when you come,” he said, his voice practically a growl.

“I want you to. Please.” I didn’t know how much more I could take and as I begged, he grinned wickedly and gripped my ass pulling me hard against him. His cock twitched, his head buried so deep that I could feel the hot jets of his release soaking me.

“Yes.” My legs fell down to the bed, but he didn’t pull free. He lay across my breast instead, and I nestled into his chest.

“I love you, Carrie.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I’m so happy we’ll have a lifetime of these moments.”

“A lifetime, huh? That sounds serious.” I trailed a finger along his jawline and ran it across his bottom lip.

“Forever.”

We lay like that a while, and in my head, the word echoed. Forever. And happy ever after.

EPILOGUE - CHANCE

My heart was in my throat as I waited for Mr. Chase’s answer. I hadn’t been this nervous in business meetings with hard asses like Peter Proctor, but then again, since his surgery, Brent Chase was far more intimidating when he wanted to be.

He cleared his throat, and as soon as his smile dawned, I relaxed. “It’s about damn time you ask me. I always knew you would too.”

“I take it I have your blessing?”

“Of course. You saved our lives, you know. Both of us. And I’ll be proud to call you son.” He extended his hand, and I took it, his death grip tighter than ever and much stronger than the first handshake he’d given me at the assisted living facility.

“I’m the proud one. I hope to make your daughter even happier.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You’ve already spoiled her rotten. You know, I think you’ve undone a good portion of the work I did raising her to be meek and modest, but I’ll let it pass. She’s a good girl, and I know she loves you.”

“I love her, sir.” I couldn’t help but love him too. Over the past year, going through all the stress and hope during his surgery and after, through his physical therapy and healing, I’d been affected right alongside his daughter.

I took the ring out of my pocket and showed him. “I’m going to give her this. Do you think she’ll like it?” I was worried that the eighteen-karat diamond was too showy.

“Wow, now that’s a rock.” He made a face, and I sank back knowing I’d overdone it.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?”

“I’d say. Let me give you a bit of advice, son. That’s going to spend more time in a safe than on her finger. Get her something smaller that she can wear every day. She’s not going to paint wearing that.”