The days pass quickly between my time spent at school, work, and Bobby’s investment house when he is in Dumas.
Otherwise, he is in Alexandria for business, and we video-call. The routine is nice. He has my school and work schedule. We arranged times for video calls. I added them to my calendar and shared them with him.
What wasn’t routine was when he surprised me and dropped by with dinner on Friday night rather than hanging out at Crimson. I couldn’t believe he’d rather spend time with boring me than take in the crowds and the music at Crimson, but he did. Then he wanted dessert for dinner, and breakfast the next morning.
It was so nice to wake up in a man’s arms, I insisted we snuggle. The snuggling turned into something hot. Breakfast was forgotten. Lunch wasn’t. Now, he wants his missed dessert from breakfast.
“This was not what I was envisioning when you said you’re craving a sweet treat.”
I’m on the kitchen table with my ass hanging off the edge. Bobby glances up from between my legs. I slide my fingers in his hair.
“Would you like me to stop feasting on your sweet pussy?”
Grasping my bottom lip into my mouth, I shake my head.
“Good, now relax and let me eat.”
I relax onto the table, but my mind is racing. “This is Gage’s grandmother’s table. It’s been in their family for generations.”
“No wonder it’s fucking solid.” Bobby licks up my slit and sucks my clit before he slams his erection inside me with one thrust.
His length and thickness stretch and fill me full. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I grip the table’s edge. He rocks into me. Pushes my knees to my chest. Pounds into me. My breasts bounce. He tweaks one little bud with his fingers. Sucks on the other with his mouth. Oh God, his mouth, his fingers, his cock . . . Bobby is everywhere, filling and touching me.
I moan. I pant. I’m out of breath.
I clench my inner muscles. I’m close, and he knows it. He slows his thrusts.
“No.” I grab his wrist. “Harder. Faster.”
“Uh-uh, baby. I control the rhythm and how deep I penetrate your tight, wet cunt. I control when you fall apart on my dick. Understood?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
He parts my legs and stares at my sex. I rise on my elbows and look between our bodies. Bobby moves his hips. His big cock slides in and out of me. My pussy juices weep around his cock.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes,” I say, out of breath and out of my mind with need.
“Good. That’s good, beautiful. Hands on my shoulders. Legs around my waist.”
I do as he commands. Still deep inside me, he moves me off the table.
Faster than my next heartbeat, he pulls out of me, sets me on my feet, and splays me across the table. The side of my face is on the table. My arms are spread out. He kicks my legs to the sides. I’m an offering for the gods. Or more like for a hungry and sinfully hot nightclub owner and ex-marine.
With his large, warm palms on my hips, he thrusts inside me. My back arches from the sudden filling of my channel. Grabbing my neck, he thrusts and thrusts.
The rhythm is fast. His thrusts are deep. I see stars. My insides uncoil. My inner muscles clamp down. His cock pulses inside me. I’m dizzy from his thrusts. The friction of my nipples across the wooden table sends tingles down my spine and to my pussy.
“Come, Ever.”
I come on command.
He thrusts once, twice, and comes with a rumbling, “Fuck,” near my ear, his chest hair tickling my back. I reach behind and stroke up and down his outer thigh.
Bobby said he likes it when I caress him like this after we make love. My caresses calm his racing heart.
