Bad Manners - Single Mom Fake Fiance Office Romance

It didn’t take long for the little ones to tucker themselves out. Such was the excitement of new friendship. It got to be early evening and Russ still wasn’t there, so I made spaghetti, figuring it to be pretty allergy-safe, and the kids were both asleep in no time.

Chapter Fourteen

Ann

It was just after eight when I saw the headlights in the driveway. Not wanting to risk waking the kids by having Russ have to knock, I got up and opened the door just before he got there.

“Sorry, I had to wait until they got Kim into her own room,” Russ said. “It’s fine,” I said gently. “How is Carly?” Russ asked, joining me in the living room. “She was a bit upset at first, which is understandable, I guess but settled down when she found out she was going to hang out with Drew. They were reading to each other. It was really cute,” I said, leading him to the couch. “Sounds like it,” Drew said with the ghost of a smile. “Have a seat,” I said, sitting down on the couch. Wordlessly, Russ sat next to me. His tension was apparent in his posture. I could only imagine his predicament. Having to choose between his sick sister and his scared daughter. I certainly didn’t know what I would do if Jim was in the hospital, and there was no one to pick up Drew.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked. “No, I have to drive,” he said, rubbing his temples. “Right, of course. How about some coffee?” “That would be great,” he said. “Wait here,” I said, gently patting him on the thigh as I got up. Russ was finally starting to look relaxed when I came back with the drinks. Red wine for me and espresso for him. “Thanks,” he said, taking the mug. “No problem,” I said, taking the spot right next to him. I tried to dampen the flame of desire inside me. Russ had a lot on his mind already and didn’t need me complicating things. At least I knew that he was talking about his sister with his cryptic comment before leaving the office. No matter much I tried to tame myself, there was something about him that spiked my libido in a way no other man had. He even looked dashing while sipping coffee.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Sorry?” I asked, crashing back to reality. “You looked a bit distant,” he explained. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I-I got distracted,” I said, being more honest than I meant. “By what?” Russ asked idly. “You.” Russ nearly did a spit take, swallowing at the last minute. “Don’t hold much back, do you?” he laughed. “Not recently,” I admitted, looking at the floor. “What’s changed?” he asked. “Again, you. Meeting you, I mean,” I said, feeling the warmth rise in my cheeks. “Is that why you wanted me to play your fiancé?” he asked, though not as pointedly as he could have. “Yes,” I confessed, leaving out the part about him not being like any other man I had ever known. Russ put a hand on my thigh, making me gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Gently stroking my thigh, he leaned in and started kissing my neck, both of us putting our drinks down on the coffee table. Fumbling his pants open, I dropped my mouth on his cock, running my wet lips up and down his shaft, his hand on the back of my neck still warm from the coffee mug. Working my way down, I managed to swallow his entire hard cock, just to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke. Turns out it wasn’t. Despite the massive size of Russ’s dick, I could actually get it all the way down, without even gagging. A fact which filled me with a deep and abiding sense of pride. So much so that, while I couldn’t consider doing it the entire time, I would dip back down every so often.

Eventually, I coaxed his cum into my mouth, swallowing it all down, continuing to stroke his cock as I did so. Keeping my hand around his cock, I gently lifted it and started softly massaging his balls. Stroking Russ’s shaft, I filled my mouth with one of his balls, sucking it gently. Russ moaned deeply, lightly stroking my hair as I alternated between his balls, pumping his cock as I did so. Getting his cock back into my mouth just before he came, I swallowed his second load.

Kissing me again, Russ ran his hands down the length of my body and up my skirt. I instinctively spread my legs, making it easier for him to slide his hand into my panties, still kissing me as he softly massaged my pussy. Focusing on my lower lips at first, he slid first one and then two fingers into my pussy. Fingering me to orgasm, Russ held me as I shuddered, covering my mouth with his free hand so I wouldn’t wake the kids. Staging a quick recovery, I ripped off my panties and clamored up on top of him. Russ barely had time to lay back and get in position, before I lowered myself down onto him, holding his cock in position as I slid it up into me. Getting his cock all the way inside, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he took me firmly by the hips as we fucked for the second time that day, kissing passionately as we did so. I was usually pretty good at reading people, which was why I did so well in the courtroom. Despite this uncanny skill, Russ remained a mystery to me. I honestly had no idea how he felt about me or our arrangement. He seemed happy enough to fuck me, but I didn’t know if anything was behind it or if he was doing what he thought I wanted. Unfortunately, I was I was already falling for him.