Quarantine Pet - His Pet

“William, how can you say that? I love your cousin,” I found myself saying. “She’s amazing. And I could not have finished this merger without her. Sandra’s a very capable lawyer.”

“Well, we’re glad,” he said softening. “Just make sure you get us a good table at your reception.”

“Can I put Jake at your table?” I joked.

“No!” laughed William.

After hanging up, I texted Sandra. It was time to celebrate. The Brothers had sent over a copy of the final documents. They, of course, had to be in paper form now. With a merger this big, there had to be multiple electronic and paper copies of everything.

When Sandra didn’t respond to my text, I went downstairs and found her texting in the kitchen.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just texting my mom,” she smiled.

“Did you get my text? The merger’s a go. Tomorrow the papers are signed.”

“That’s great,” she smiled.

There was something a little off about Sandra. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Everything okay? I mean, with your mom?”

“What?” she said, a little distracted. “Oh. Yeah, sure. Everything’s fine.”

She was off, or maybe I was just being paranoid.

“Well, we’ll make some dinner tonight and celebrate, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

Maybe I was just being paranoid. This was, after all, a new experience for me as of ten years ago. I was such a different person back then. The old me probably would’ve freaked out, but the new me was merely concerned. I guess I had gained enough wisdom to know to just hang back and see what happens.

I grilled up a couple of steaks. There was a unique grilling process I used for the frozen ones. Basically, I’d take advantage of their frozenness to make them rare. It required high heat and perfect timing. Fortunately, I had been so on it for days, it was not a problem. The steaks came out perfectly rare.

That night, I went up to her bedroom, as always. Sandra was lying there on her bed, wearing just her underwear. Looking up, she smiled and patted the mattress inviting me over.

“A change of pace,” I announced. “Let’s go up to my bedroom.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I thought it was a little funny we hadn’t been up there.”

I didn’t tell her what a big step in terms of trust this was for me. It was enough that I knew she was the first woman to share my bed — not some hotel room, not a guestroom, or a supply closet, but the bed that I slept in every night.

We started by kissing. Her lips were velvety smooth and tasted of mint toothpaste. I put my hand inside her hair and against the back of her head, pulling her just a little closer.

With my body against her, I started to become aroused by her body heat. She started unbuttoning my silk pajamas, as I began to unhook her bra. Slipping it off of her, I tossed it aside. Without the thick lining of the bra between us, the exchange of body heat slid up by several more degrees.

“Oh, Jack,” she cooed. “I love the way you touch me.”

Sliding my hand down the front of her torso, my fingers made their way inside her panties. Sandra spread her legs and readjusted herself on the bed so I could gain access to her sweet pussy. I gently starting rubbing it and her clit. She bit her lower lip and moaned.

It was so hot watching her squirm and looking down at my hand inside her underwear. Her flat stomach and alabaster skin only added to the sensuality of the moment. I could see and feel the wetness of her pussy, soaking her panties and the bedsheets. I withdrew my hands and licked the fingers. The action aroused her, and she kissed me again, leaping on top of me.

Our passions were overwhelming. Sandra clawed off the remainder of my pajamas and slid her panties off. Mounting my engorged cock, she slid down on it and made a sound of relief. This is what we wanted — this feeling of oneness that connected us body and soul.

She clung to me, bouncing up and down. Her actions seemed more desperate than usual. Was there something else she was not telling me? It would be hard for me to believe that. Perhaps I was just being paranoid. Maybe now that my eyes were clear for the first time in a decade, I was made aware of subtle details that I was misinterpreting.

I rolled us both over, never exiting her hot pussy. Holding her down by the knees, I began to thrust in and out of her over and over again.

“Oooooh!” she squealed. “Fuck! Yes, Jack! Just like that! Oh, my God! I can’t get enough of your cock! Your amazing cock! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!”

Her urgings just made me want to thrust more and faster. We were soon soaked in sweat and bodily fluids. Gliding in and out of her was effortless with so much natural lube. I slipped out once or twice, but she immediately would alter her moans, grab my dick, and put it right back inside.