Broken

Some were confused, but others thought that it was a break from t

radition and a good thing. We had some work to do to convince those on the fence. We were up to the challenge. We went down the elevator with Mr. Jacobs.

“I’m not sure how your personal life is going to survive being around each other 24-hours a day. Personally, I think it’s better to have a bit of a break. I’ve learned the hard way that absence does make the heart grow fonder.” We were in the parking garage and we waved to him while looking at each other from the corner of our eyes.

“Bryce, are you thinking the same thing?” I answered by unlocking the door to my black Mercedes and motioning for her to get into the back seat.

The windows were tinted, but the shocks were going to be given a workout. We were like teenagers still with unbridled enthusiasm. I clumsily and awkwardly unbuttoned her purple blouse and pushed her down with her high heels puncturing holes in the ceiling.

I wasn’t even concerned about the upholstery and what kind of expense was necessary to repair it. I felt like a kid getting his first late-night glimpse of a naked woman from across the street. She was biting the edge of her thumb feigning innocence. The devil horns couldn’t be seen, but wearing no panties was showing her halo to be crooked.

She pulled down my zipper and reached inside for the crackerjack prize. There should have been a red light glowing above us. She was manhandling the goods and I was thrusting into her fist.

She watched the head begin to show signs of excitement with this polished shine from how her fingers were rubbing me the right way. We were both hot and bothered. Foreplay was in the way that we were looking at each other. I had her ankles in my hands with her feet practically touching her ears.

“I hope the security guard gets a whiff of what is going on here. I’ve never had a flashlight spotlighting my activities in the back seat of a car growing up. I want you to turn the dial all the way to make the rocket of my orgasm explode on reentry.” I plugged the leaking hole in front of me with my manly plunger.

The inside of her thighs were quivering. I gave it to her hard one stroke after the other. I looked down and received a sharp slap across my face to get my undivided attention.

“I know how you like eye contact, but I couldn’t help myself. I am a visual creature of habit.” I felt the slippery substance warmly caressing every inch.

“I don’t want to be treated like a piece of meat. There’s more to me than the outside appearance. Who the hell am I kidding? I love being your whore and I know you can’t get enough of me using you as my personal toy.” She added the tightness of her fingers around the base.

She was making me work extra hard. There was no gain without the pain. Burning off the calories from lunch this way was far more rewarding than pumping iron. This form of exercise was using different muscle groups. The black leather seats were rubbing against my bare knees with my pants around my ankles.

“This body is yours to use as you desire. No man is an island onto himself. There’s always a good woman, but this time you won’t be standing behind me in the shadows.” I shuffled forward and buried the staff into her trembling depths.

The smack of our hips coming together was enough incentive. The fuse was lit and it was only a matter of time before the chemical reaction. I was pounding her with hard and decisive strikes making the car bounce on its springs. The squeaking sound fueled me into a different level of persuasion.

“Give me that cock. This pussy demands satisfaction. I want to be able to feel you inside of me when we are done. Walking funny is the shame I want to feel when I get out of this car.” I was plagued by the vision of her widespread legs and those sodden lips clinging to my shaft.

She was pounding on my chest with her fist and twisting her head from side to side with her eyes closed. The turn of the vise between her legs squeezed me defiantly. Her eyes flew open and she screamed with her head thrown back.

The tendons of her neck were exposed and vulnerable to the light nip of my teeth. She was shaking all over and it was hard to stay in the saddle with her writhing like a runaway bull. I needed more than 5-seconds to find my release, but it wasn’t any longer than a few minutes.

“I will always want you in my life. Fucking you is my honor and pleasure.” The tender bite of my mouth on her neck marked her flesh by my overwhelming need to be with her.

“Stop talking and give me the high heat.” We enjoyed baseball and the term made me reel back. I began to pummel her body with no mercy.

Her whole body was coming off the seat and I was holding her down with my hands on her shoulders. The atmosphere in the car was stifling with the windows fogging up. I gave into the sensation building in increments between my legs. My hands slapped against the window and I bellowed.

The glass strained against my fingers but didn’t break. I did scratch with my fingernails and left my fingerprint stained in the fog we had created. The sensation of orgasm was highly addictive. I had found my partner in crime.

I went off five times. I fell on top of her with the cushion of her breasts breaking my fall. I gave her a few more strokes for good measure making sure I deposited every drop. Her eyes blinked back into focus and she ran her fingernails down over my cheek in a loving manner.

“I will never get over the way that you look at this moment. Bryce, I’ve been keeping you on the back burner never quite believing you were commitment material. My mother warned me to get a ring on it. I never did get caught up in traditional values. What we have works for us and be damned everybody else.” She made me suck the end of her thumb and she flicked the bottom of my lip before lying back in the glow of the aftermath.

“I like the way that we celebrate good fortune. I don’t want to take the chance of losing you to another. I might not deserve you, but I will make it my mission to make you feel loved every day for the rest of my life.” I somehow found the energy to fish out the Tiffany box in my pocket.

It fell from my slippery grip and disappeared underneath the seat. I bowed my head in defeat and began laughing.

“My answer is yes. These last few days have shown me there’s more to life than business. We managed to balance both sides of our lives to give us a reason to come into the office every morning. Don’t worry about the engagement ring. It’s here and we will find it. I will rip this car apart with my bare hands to get my hands on it.” Diamonds were a girl’s best friend, but jewelry was nothing compared to the satisfied expression on her face.