Two Weeks of Sin

You lucky dog.

Her legs were around my waist and she was grinding against my cock which punched hard against my pants. She tugged her shirt up, and I released one breast from its cup and kissed it, nibbling and sucking at her nipple, then, as her hand snaked into my pants and stroked my erection, I met her eyes.

I searched her deep blue pools and considered what was happening. Was she checking out the merchandis

e to see if this was a deal worth taking? “We don’t have to do this.” I didn’t want her to think it was part of the agreement.

“I know, but I want to.” Her mouth nipped at mine.

I held her hands and dropped her to her feet. “You just now said you didn’t even want to date me before today. This doesn’t have to be part of the arrangement.” I wanted to make sure she was clear on that, because once I got her in my bed, there was no turning back and I didn’t want her to hate me later.

She held my face in her hands. “I know what I’m doing. I want to think about the arrangement, yes, but this,” she pecked me on the lips again, “I know I want this.”

“Then let me take you back to my house and to my bed. We’ll hold the conversation until after.” I wanted to give her one last chance, the whole ride home, to reconsider.

“Yes. But hurry.” I handed her the helmet and we climbed on my bike. I told her to hold on tight and she did, her hand slipping beneath my shirt and flattening against my abs. I wasted no time and even ran a few stop signs until Meadow Lark was in sight. Even if she said no to the marriage, at least I could pretend for one night.

CHAPTER NINE - SARAH

I didn’t know what had come over me, but I held off wanting him for so long and when he hit me with his crazy idea all I kept thinking was how Angie mentioned I’d never find the right one if I didn’t try someone.

He was asking me to marry him. Not that I was delusional enough to think he’d love me, no, but it was enough that he’d bring me into his crazy scheme with him. I’m sure he had plenty of female prospects to go along with his plan, but for some reason he thought it be a good idea to approach me.

I hadn’t made up my mind on what I would do, but if I went along with his idea I wasn’t going to make this anything more than what it was. Two people who could help one another in a difficult circumstance.

We couldn’t have gotten back to his house any faster and my first orgasm was already pulsing, begging to be released. The vibration of the bike had done a bit of teasing on the way and we barely made it inside his house before he kissed me again.

He slammed the door, kicking it with his foot because his hands were already working me out of my clothes. He hitched me up against him, lifting my feet off the floor before he scooped me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. We went to the first room where he deposited me on the bed and then helped me out of my shirt. I worked his zipper, tugging it down so I could reach inside.

He sucked a breath through his teeth and then backed up dropping his pants and everything else with them. His boots took a moment to be rid of, but while he tussled with them I lay back and removed my own jeans. I left my panties in place for him and he finally stood to look down at me while stroking his thick erection.

Things slowed way down, and not because I was trying to put on the brakes, but because I wanted to savor every bit of him. I licked my lips and leaned forward, pulling his hips toward me. I covered his hand with mine and held it as he stroked himself, then he slipped his hand free and let me take over the task.

I pumped it as I stared deep into his eyes and when I glanced down at his erection there was a single pearly tear at the tip. I leaned down and ran my tongue across it, collecting the nectar and savoring the taste as I took more of him into my mouth. First his thick bell, my lips wrapping right around the rim of it, and then his broad shaft, which I tight-lipped all the way to the base.

“Fuck,” he whispered, as I relaxed my throat and took it to my limits. I loved giving him pleasure this way and my chest filled pride that he seemed to enjoy it too.

As I nursed him he ran his fingers through my hair and then dropped one hand down into my lap, nudging my thighs one at a time until I spread them. His palm flattened against my mound, rubbing a light pressure that made me moan.

I wanted more of his hands, his mouth, and that delicious length. I wanted it in me and on me. I pulled my mouth free and he lay me back to return the favor. I gasped as his mouth met my mound and his tongue nestled into my folds flicking and caressing my clit until I hissed out his name. “Hunter.”

He feasted on me hungrily and then he rose up and stroked his cock a few times, pumping himself as he reached into his nightstand and wasted no time taking care of precautions. He rested his thick tip against my entrance and pushed his hips forward, nudging himself inside me as he searched my eyes. I kept mine locked on his and moaned as each thick inch nudged deeper. Once he’d gotten the whole of it inside me he pumped his hips slowly.

“I love being inside you.” He gave a quick thrust and chuckled as I moaned. “That’s a good girl, moan for me.”

He thrust again and I bucked my hips into it challenging him to do it harder. I was used to his broad cock now and I wanted him to take me harder with each thrust. Instead he teased me.

“Tell me you love it too.” He thrust hard once more and then eased out, pumping it nice and slow.

“Please.” The word fell off my lips and he shook his head.

“Tell me.” He bucked his hips forward again, and this time I locked my legs around his hips holding him deep inside of me. He chuckled and ground against me. “Greedy girl.”

“I do love it.” He leaned forward and lifted me as if I were no heavier than a ragdoll and then he sat on the bed, grinding his hips upward as I shifted my legs to straddle his. I rode him gently and he ground against me, his thick base spreading my channel even wider.

He kissed me and his tongue slipped inside my mouth mingling with mine. I pressed so close to him that my breasts bounced against his chin and he captured one and brought it to his mouth to suckle.

My channel began to quake as my release came and I fell apart around him, writhing with pleasure. “I’m coming.” The words squeaked out of me and he leaned back, thrusting upward like a piston, and I bounced faster, my release pulsing over me in waves that curled my toes.