Quarantine Pet - His Pet

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I stood up. Keep Sandra’s ankles in the air, I proceeded to rail her as fast as I could. Speech became almost impossible for both of us. We were animals doing what animals do in the wild, fuck furiously and savagely. I was compelled to. We both were. Neither of us could stop the fucking even if we wanted.

The room fell away, and it was just the two of us in darkness. Perhaps we were floating in space, humping, panting, and fucking. There was nothing else but this moment in time. How long had we been going at it? Minutes? Hours? Days? It all blurred together. I could no longer tell. I was lost inside her, and together, we were bound forever in that moment.

I erupted inside her. This had happened before, but this time was different. It was like a deep part of me on the inside had become unlocked. Grunting loudly, I pressed in as deep as I could go. My seed was ejected deep within her confines, and Sandra came from the sensation.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she quietly moaned. “I can feel it. I can feel it inside me. Oh, sir. Oh, Jack. I’m cumming.”

We were both shuddering now. Shuddering from the impact of a perfect simultaneous orgasm, which lasted for several minutes. All either of us could do was process the sensations as best we could. Slowly they diminished, leaving us spent on the bed.

I flopped down next to her. We both were breathing heavily. It had never been like this for me. Something had clicked. Perhaps it was that we were in my bed after all these years. My trust in women having been finally rebuilt after all this time.

Or was it the trust in myself to attempt to love again?

I looked over. Still, there was something behind Sandra’s eyes. I couldn’t shake the notion that she was still hiding something. No, that had to be paranoia. If this was going to happen, I need to kill that paranoia and trust again.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she panted.

“Good,” I responded. “After the merge is signed, you and I should go out for a nice dinner.”

She laughed.

“Jack, we can’t go out, remember?” she reminded me. “There’s still this thing called a worldwide pandemic. Not to mention the riots. Where would we even go?”

“Oh, yeah,” I remembered. “Forgot. We’ll get a really nice take out. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds awesome,” she agreed. “Just let me get some sleep now. My God. I fell like I just ran a marathon!”

Chapter Eighteen – Sandra

The partners thought it was best that the fewest amount of people show up to the actual signing of the papers. Therefore, since Jack was a lead attorney, he would go, but since I was still just an associate, I should stay home.

It was practical, but at the same time, Jack felt a little bad not just for me, but the whole team who had worked so hard. Still, these were perilous times. Not only had the virus continued to plague us, but we also had to be wary of the riots going on in New York. It wasn’t as bad as what was going on out west, but the partners weren’t taking any chances. They hired a private security detail to keep the onsite area safe.

Jack gave me a kiss and told me that it would have to last me for most of the day. Now that he was kissing me, it would. After Jack left, I tried to call Isabella, but she wasn’t answering. Maybe she had finally gotten out, or perhaps she had hooked up with the doorman.

I guess I had wanted to talk about Jack, but perhaps it was better if I didn’t keep overthinking everything. Right now, our relationship seemed to be on track. Why rock the boat and tempt the drama? Why was it that I could get so emotional over him? I should just take every day as it comes.

Going into the kitchen, I got the idea to bake a cake if all the ingredients were present. That would be a pleasant surprise. There was no work to do anyway. Everyone was at the meeting for the merger except the other associates and me. Getting out the bowls and ingredients, I made a quick inventory and decided I could definitely make the cake. For the icing, I might have to improvise. I didn’t see any heavy cream. Perhaps I could do something with melted chocolate chips.

Then, suddenly the doorbell rang. At first, the sound was strange and alien. It was as if I had forgotten what one had sounded like. I had been in Jack’s house for so long, and no one had visited. Additionally, we didn’t have a doorbell in Manhattan, just a buzzer. After the second ring, it registered, and I started walking to the door.