Knock Her Up (Curvy Women Wanted)

The wife, then doing her research, brought the case to him.

Noah proceeded to do his thing, and now the dickless wonder was in his office.

“This is a conflict of interest,” he said. “You need to leave.”

“You agreed to see me.”

“On the premise that you would come to some custody agreement or alimony settlement. Not for this, and I was also under the assumption your lawyer would be present, but I can see now that this was a mistake. I’ll be in touch for the proper negotiations.”

“You’re a guy. You’re supposed to be on my side,” the man said, pissed off.

“I’m on the side of what is right. Leave.” He stood and pressed down the lapel of his jacket, prepared to kick the asshole out if he needed to.

The man finally left, not before taking a short second to admire the curves of Sage’s ass.

Noah was already around the desk as the man left his office. He wasn’t going to allow that fucker to look at his woman. Following the man out, he grabbed him and threw him up against the car.

“Don’t you ever look at her again. She is way out of your league. Do you understand me?”

“And yet you have the audacity to look down your nose on me when you’re fucking your secre—”

Noah slammed his fist at the guy’s nose, silencing all the nasty, vile, shit he was spewing. He wasn’t in the mood to hear any of it. Each word was an offense.

Blood gushed out of the man’s nose, but he didn’t care. He went to raise his fist again, but Sage was there, pulling at his arm. “Noah, stop it. This isn’t you.”

“You better get the fuck in your car. Do you understand me?”

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Yeah, you better have your facts in order.” Noah stepped back but only because he had to, not because he wanted to. Anger surged through him. He wanted to beat the crap out of that asshole again and again.

Taking a deep breath didn’t help. He stormed into his office with Sage following close behind after him.

He turned, cupped her face, and slammed his lips down on hers. She released a moan, and he kissed her even harder, not wanting to let her go.

“You are everything, Sage.”

“What is the matter?”

“Did you hear what he said?” he asked.

She pressed her palm to his cheek. “I heard it. I think the whole town heard it.”

“I’m not just screwing you, Sage.” He took her palm and placed it over his heart. “Feel that?”

She smiled. “I can feel you. I know what you want.” She pressed her head against his. “Please, I hated seeing you like that.”

He lifted her head with a finger beneath her chin, then stepped her back toward the desk. “I hate men like that. He was trying to get me to stop defending his wife. He wanted to throw money at me because he thought it would work.” Sage hit the edge of his desk, and he lifted her.

She wore a skirt with a lot of wriggle room, so it was easy for him to push it up across her hips and cup her between the thighs.

Sage gasped, and he felt how wet she was.

“How sore are you?” he asked.

“Not too sore.”

He slid a finger inside her, watching her face for any change or pinch, any sign that she was hurting. She showed none.

Noah added a second finger, stretching her out, and she gasped, arching up. Those tits were covered with way too much clothing. He pressed his face against the mounds at the same time he lifted his fingers to her clit and stroked her.

“Come for me, Sage. Let me hear those sweet sounds.”

She moaned, her hands going to the edge of his desk.

“You’re mine, baby, and this pussy, it’s all mine.” He groaned. “Just looking at you. I want to fuck you, but I’m going to be good and wait until you’re ready to take my cock properly. You’d like that, won’t you, Sage? To take my dick, to feel it filling your tight cunt.”

“Yes.” She cried out as he pinched her clit and then soothed the burn.

“Good. Come for me.”

She screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over her, and he watched her, taking her all in, not wanting to miss a single moment. When she was done, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifted them, and with her eyes on him, he licked each digit, one by one, tasting her.

****

“What are you doing?” Sage asked.

“We’re moving you out of your apartment and into my place.”

She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. “I didn’t agree to that.”

Noah had been taking over her life, little by little, and she had no problem with that. He knew what he was doing, and she loved being around him.