Nice Day For A White Wedding

I’m sure his words are meant to be reassuring, but I can’t help but wonder if they’re not a cleverly veiled threat. He’s letting me know he has contacts, a past. Yet still I don’t feel afraid of him. The more I think about it, the more I know why I’m stalling on giving him an answer to his proposition.

I am not afraid I’ll get out there and he’ll murder me and bury me in a shallow grave somewhere. I am afraid I’ll get out there and fall for him and make a total fool of myself because that sexual attraction I felt when I first saw him has never gone away. It is in the background pulsing relentlessly.

Even when I was furious with him for thinking he could buy me like a prostitute and I flew out of my chair it was there, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, like the heartbeat of a fetus, strong, sure, and undeniable. It wants to live. It has a will of its own. To abort it I will have to tear it away from my body and it will forever haunt me as a lump of flesh, blood and guts.

“While I don’t want to pressure you, I really do need an answer,” he murmurs.

“Can I take the rest of the night to think about it and let you know tomorrow?”

“Of course.” He smiles that slow, sure smile.

I get to my feet and head for the door. He calls my name and I pause in front of the door and turn back to see him watching me thoughtfully.

“I told you there would be no hard feelings if you say no, and I meant it,” he says.

I nod. “You’ll have your answer this time tomorrow.”

Cindy

I lie in bed and think of his strong hands touching the chips, almost caressing them, and I feel heat start pooling in my core. As if he was actually stroking my skin. Groaning at my needy response I turn to my side and press my legs together tightly. It doesn’t help the least bit. My whole body feels like it is throbbing for him.

How long has it been since I last had sex?

A year?

Jesus, it hasn’t been that long, surely. I frown. Actually, it may be even longer than that. I’ve been so invested in my career there was no time for fun and games. I roll on to my back and stare at the ceiling. It explains why I’m so hot and flustered for him. That and the fact that he is a very, very fuckable guy, after all. All that raw magnetism. Just thinking of those stormy eyes makes electricity race through my body. My skin tingles with anticipation.

Fuck it!

I slip my fingers into my panties and close my eyes. Suddenly, I’m back outside his office. This time I don’t knock.

This time I walk in, and he doesn’t talk. He looks up. Our eyes meet across the room, then he gets up and crosses the room in that wildly powerful panther-like stride of his. He grabs me by the upper-arms and slams me hard up against the door.

I open my mouth to protest, and he clamps his hand over my mouth and says, “You talk too much, Miss Forrester.” Then he pulls my skirt up to my waist, rips my panties off my body and stuffs them in my mouth.

My whole body is shaking with excitement as he rips my blouse open. Buttons fly everywhere. He makes short work of my bra clasp and my breasts pop out. Immediately he bends his head, swirls his hot, velvety tongue around one nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. His mouth is heaven.

In the darkness of my bedroom I reach into the drawer by my bedside and let my hand close around my trusty old vibrator. I switch it on and push it into my wetness. A muffled moan escapes me …

… as he sucks my nipple hard.

Holding me pressed tightly against the door, he kicks my legs so they spread wide open.

“Don’t fucking move,” he orders.

I don’t even breathe when he knees between my legs, grabs my ass, and pulls me tightly towards his face. His five o’clock shadow rasps against my skin. And it feels delicious. He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, and tongue-fucks me like he can’t get enough. The uncivilized, feral way he eats me makes me go crazy. My fingers rake through his hair and I grind my pussy against his mouth. I feel my juices start to gush into his mouth. I am so close it feels as if I am going to cum in his mouth.

But he stands suddenly.

“Do you want everyone in the casino to know I fucked you?” he growls.

I shouldn’t want that, but I find my head nodding.

He yanks my panties out of my mouth, and before I can even take a breath, he has grabbed my hips roughly and whirled me around to face the door. As my forearms hit the wood, he tilts my body so that my ass is jutting out. I scream in shock and pleasure when he rams his cock into me. Balls deep in one swift violent movement. He has entered me bare. Without protection. We are skin on skin. The way I have never been with any man in my life. Before I can even get used to the way his cock stretches me, he begins to fuck me like a madman. Like he damn well owns me. Completely and fully.