Bad Manners - Single Mom Fake Fiance Office Romance

Just before he came, I dropped to my knees, the fall cushioned by the bathmat, and took his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard until he unloaded. He filled me with his sweet, warm cum, and I loved every minute of it.

Keeping his cock in my mouth, I spiraled my tongue around the head until he was hard again. Taking him gently by the balls, I started to suck him hard, pumping his shaft while I did so.

Russ stroked my cheek before running his hands down to my shoulders and pulling me to my feet.

“Bend over,” he told me.

As before, I turned so my back was to him and bent forward at the waist, my hands pressed up against the wet tiles, wondering what he was going to do next. To my surprise, he got in his knees behind me and started gently licking my pussy, running his tongue slowly up the length of my tender pink folds. I shuddered deliciously, bracing harder against the wall so I wouldn’t collapse.

As though reading my mind, Russ wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me firm as he started to rotate his tongue on my clit, fingering me with his free hand. Pumping hard, he worked me to an explosive orgasm.

Not done with me yet, Russ moved his arm from around my waist and held me by the hip as he stroked his cock against the opening of my pussy. When I was ready, he pushed in, easing the bulk of his cock inside me inch by inch until his pelvis pressed up against my ass. Taking me by both hips, he pounded me in my tight little pussy, making me shudder, making me scream, setting me free to enjoy all of the earthly delights.

Epilogue

Ann

The site for my cousin’s wedding was beautiful. It was a classic, old single-spire church which was reputed to have been built from the timber of a single redwood tree. It was a bit of a trick getting to the wedding on time. It was after suppertime by the time we actually left, the kids not helping very much. A problem solved by agreeing to take my car so they could sit together in the back for the seven-some hour drive. On the upside, the kids didn’t even notice the time passing, reading until they fell asleep in the back, and Russ and I could take turns with the driving. It was definitely worth it, though.

The reception was held at Uncle Dave’s private country club, with one of the biggest spreads I had ever seen. Slightly embarrassed by my fibs about being engaged, Russ and I mostly hung out at our table on the sidelines, enjoying the food and expensive wedding cake. The kids on their booster seats between us, Drew in a tiny tux and Carly in a lively princess dress.

“Hi, pumpkin,” my dad said, coming up to the table with my mother.

“Hey, dad,” trying to avert my gaze.

“This the lucky fella,” dad asked, turning his attention to Russ.

“Yeah, about that,” I said, cheeks burning, “turns out I was a bit pre-emptive before thinking we were getting engaged.”

“She found a ring that I was going to give her,” Russ said, quickly as a cover.

“Oh, I see!” mom said empathetically.

“Easy mistake to make,” dad offered.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling better.

We hadn’t shown anyone the staged proposal photos, so it was easier, and much less embarrassing to just tell the truth. Russ and I weren’t engaged yet, but we were officially dating, our fake relationship being a mistake of the past.

“Yeah, about that,” Russ said, pushing back in his chair.

Before I could say anything, he came around to my side of the table, got down and one knee and took a small black box out of his pocket. He had actually bought a ring after all.

“Ann Ashley Howell. Will you marry me?” Russ asked, foisting the beautiful ring towards me.

“Yes,” I almost shouted, throwing my arms around him.

He kissed me and slid the ring, a blue sapphire in a silver setting, onto my finger and kissed me lovingly.

“Congratulations, pumpkin!” dad said happily.

“Let’s leave them alone, hey?” mom asked, dragging him away.

The happy couple set off on their honeymoon, and we started to get ready to head back to L.A., as though he hadn’t blessed me enough, Russ had another surprise for me.

“Ready to go?” Vicky asked, she and Jim taking my parents’ place at the table.

“Go, go where?”

“I booked us the honeymoon suite at the local hotel,” Russ said.

“We’re here to take the kids for the night,” Jim explained.

Overly excited, I gave Drew a kiss on the forehead and jumped into Russ’s arms. Within seconds, we were heading to the car and driving to the hotel.

The suite was beautiful. I wondered how he could afford it but decided not to ask, not wanting to ruin the mood.