The Fake Engagement

She felt her cheeks beginning to heat. “I might remember that.”

He leaned in close so his lips brushed against her cheek. “I’m going to tell you something else.”

Eliza held her breath, waiting.

“I wasn’t lying.”

He pulled back, and she couldn’t stop looking at his lips.

“This is wrong,” she said.

“Does it feel wrong?” he asked.

“No.”

“We’re two consenting adults. I’m not using my power over you or blackmailing you. I’m telling you, Eliza, that I’m attracted to you.”

She couldn’t be held responsible for what she did.

Throwing her arms around his waist, she slammed her lips down on his. It was awkward and somewhat jerky, but Preston caught her, holding her tight within his arms. The firmness of his hands held her steady, and she gasped when they moved down to touch her ass. The way he squeezed her, it sent an answering pulse straight between her legs.

“We can’t do this here,” she said.

“Lydia isn’t coming back. I’m going to buy this place, and I don’t want to wait another minute.”

She didn’t hesitate. Grabbing his shirt, she tore it from his body as he grabbed hers. Within seconds, they were naked and she was on the bed.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” His lips grazed across each of her tits before he took one of her nipples into his mouth. This couldn’t be happening. Her boss was sucking on her breasts.

This kind of thing happened in the movies, not in real life, and yet, here she was, aroused, panting for more, hungry for him, desperate, and not wanting him to stop.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, going down toward her pussy. No man had ever kissed her between the legs before.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said.

Preston looked up at her. “I want to.”

Oh, boy.

****

His cock was hard as fucking rock.

Eliza’s body was so full, so ripe, so ready to take him. Preston ran his hands over her body, feeling the fullness of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, and he basked in every single inch of her.

She was a prize. He couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to have a taste. Kissing down her stomach, he got closer to her pussy.

He’d never liked women who shaved between the legs. He wanted to be with a woman, not a girl. Cupping her mound, he slid his fingers between her slit and found her soaking wet.

She cried out.

Preston didn’t know why she didn’t want this. He couldn’t get enough. Staring down at her, all he wanted to do was drive his cock in deep and fill her with his cum.

Instead, he kissed the inside of her thigh.

She sighed.

He went to the other leg and did the same. Holding the lips of her sex, he spread her open and licked across her clit. She nearly came up off the bed.

“Wow,” she said. “I … er … I’ve never done that before.”

“Done what? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m not a virgin but … I … no man has ever … you know.” Her face was bright red.

“No man has tasted you?”

“No.”

He smiled. “Then lie back because you’re in for a hell of a fun time.” He licked his lips, more than prepared to let her know what she’d been missing.

Eliza lay back down, and he went back to licking at her clit. He started light, using just the tip of his tongue to graze across her clit. Each touch had her jerking. He kept his fingers on her pussy.

Preston teased down toward her entrance, skimming over her pussy. She tasted so good. He couldn’t get enough of her.

When she stopped jerking with each stroke, he used the flat of his tongue, driving up and down her clit.

Her moans became louder, and she started to thrust her pussy onto his face. He moved his hands from the lips of her sex, sliding underneath to grab the curves of her ass. Then he pressed his face against her pussy, lapping her up.

“I’m close,” Eliza said. Her pants filled the air.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and as she came, his name spilled from her mouth, echoing through the room.

Preston kept on going with his light touches, prolonging her orgasm. When she could no longer stand his touch, he kissed her clit and leaned back. He reached into his jeans, going for his wallet where he stashed a condom.

After tearing into the foil, he removed the rubber and slowly worked it over his length. He was so hard.

Eliza had moved up onto her elbows.

“There will be time to linger. To touch. To do a hell of a lot more later, but I can’t wait. I’ve got to feel you now,” he said.

Eliza moved back as he crawled up the bed, following her until he lay between her spread thighs. He put his cock to her entrance, and slowly, inch by inch, he began to slide inside her.