Bad Manners - Single Mom Fake Fiance Office Romance

Stroking my back almost lovingly, Russ leaned in and kissed the back of my neck as I recovered. It was the best fuck I had ever experience and it wasn’t over yet.

Using a wet thumb to get me ready, Russ managed to get his huge cock into my tight asshole. Damn, it felt good!

With one hand in my hair and the other firmly on my hip, he pushed even further into my tight little asshole. My pussy virginity was gone long ago but it was the first time anyone had done anything with my ass. I was sure it would hurt, particularly considering Russ’s size but it was more of an intense pressure. Even that lightened up when I’d had more of a chance to stretch out to accommodate him.

When I was ready, Russ started to thrust faster, moving his hand from my hip to my mouth, in case I needed to scream again. He pounded me in my asshole while maintaining control of my body, dominating me completely. Rather than fighting it, I just let go, trusting him not to hurt me.

He came deep and hard, filling up my asshole with is his thick, hot cum. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel absolutely amazing, making me literally collapse onto my desktop. Releasing me from his grasp, Russ brushed his hand to my back and slowly withdrew, causing me to gasp softly when he finally pulled out. Gently massaging my stretched-out asshole, Russ again kissed the back of my neck as I recovered. I don’t know if he knew that I loved that, perhaps some kind of psychic power, but he managed to do not only everything that I liked but a few things I had never before experienced that also felt great. After helping me clean up, Russ zipped up and helped me back into my clothes. He kissed me goodbye deeply, making my breath catch. Nothing felt fake about it.

But then his phone rang.

Chapter Twelve

Russ

It was always the way. Just when things were going well something would happen to complicated it. I had yet to actually look into it but was increasingly convinced that “Anything That Can Go Wrong Will” was the Ricci family motto. Which would make sense considering we were apparently directly if distantly related to Richard III. The victim of the first smear campaign courtesy of Shakespeare. To me, that meant that the family was cursed.

Just as I was kissing Ann goodbye, hoping I could actually leave on good terms, a call came in. My phone buzzing violently in my pants making me jump a bit. My mind whirled with every curse word I knew but none of which I said out loud. I was still trying to maintain a patina of professionalism, despite the fact I had just raw fucked my boss in her office. “Don’t tell me you have another woman in your life,” Ann teased as I rushed towards the door.

“Something like that,” I said, meaning it as a joke but not actually taking the time to explain that I meant that I lived with my sister. Even though that would have been a smart thing to do, it was my habit to keep my private life private, and my family protected. At least as much as I could.

The special ring tone I had for my sister on my phone indicated that there was a real problem. Kim wasn’t known for exaggeration, always being the more grounded and serious one. When I got to the elevator and checked my messages, Kim was brief. All she said was, “come home immediately.” I was out the door in less than a minute, not even bothering to grab my briefcase.

All the way home my mind raced, going through every possible scenario, most of them involving something happening to Carly at school. Thought if that had been the case, they would have called me directly, being her emergency contact, rather than going through Kimberly. Which really only left one option. I hit the gas, hoping to hell she had just been called in for another shift.

When I got the apartment, Kimberly was nowhere to be found, which was surprising given the size of it. Going into the bedroom, I found Kimberly on her bed in the fetal position, her jeans open at the waist. Struggling to keep myself together, I went over and knelt by the bed, gently stroking her hair, getting her attention. “Sorry,” she said weakly. “Don’t you dare apologize,” I replied. “What’s happening?” “I really hurt in my back and abdomen,” she said, nearly crying. “Kidney infection?” I asked. “I-I think so,” Kim stammered wincing in pain. “You want to go to the hospital?” She nodded, unable to speak, tears forming in her eyes. It was disconcerting seeing my sister, the nurse, so vulnerable. She was usually the one taking charge.