I don’t answer as I’m plunging into her at a brutal pace. She bounces wildly about, and her attempts to hold herself to the wall are futile. My head spins, not only with all the blood from my body now in my cock, but with the excitement that this is really happening. The bliss is overwhelming, and I’m focusing on trying to hold back fromcoming so I can give her what she wants.Sex. I don’t care if she uses me for it. I’ll take what she gives any way I can.
Her breaths are more like little whimpers, and it’s not the erotic position I hoped for her. “I got you, sweetheart. Lean back and wrap one arm around my neck and shoulder.”
She does it quickly, and it changes the position, her back arching, which gives me more access. Her body responds to my touch like nothing has changed between us. The beautiful sexual connection is still there, and I’m tingling, lusting for her. As desperate as I am to come so fucking hard inside her, I need to stretch it out.
She turns her face away from me. I keep fucking her hard and fast and listen as her moans turn pleasurable and not just fast breaths with a fine line between pleasure and pain. I swivel until I’m facing the mirror on the other wall. “Look at us,” I demand. I hitch her up a notch, my biceps quivering a little so she can see. I gently lift her up and down so she bounces harder onto my cock. Charlotte’s gorgeous pussy is spread wide, my dick is thrusting in and out, and her beautiful tits bouncing freely. I can barely contain my orgasm. One step at a time, I take us closer to the mirror. “Look at your pussy. Touch yourself for me.”
With her free hand, she rubs at her clit and moans loudly, tipping her head back on my shoulder. She comes hard, her pussy clenching around me, and I can no longer hold back. My cock pulses, and I come, emptying myself into her. The force of it has my vision turning hazy, and ringing echoes in my ears.
As my breaths slow, my vision clears, and I can’t shift my gaze away from the mirror. I keep her thighs wide and stare atus.
“Jesus, BJ, put me down.” She slaps my shoulder. “What have we done?”
I want to state the obvious, but it dawns on me. “Fuck, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” I lower her to the floor, and she walks straight to the bathroom.
“I have regular checks, you know that.”
She turns and nods. “Yeah, and I have contraception.Thatwas… too familiar. We need to be careful.” Her eyes drop to my semi-hard cock. “Next time, I might be up for round two. This was… something else.” She offers a subtle smile. “Now I don’t have a choice but to shower, and hopefully, Donna won’t notice my limp when I walk back into my office. Thank God I have a clean shirt in my office closet.”
I head to the bathroom and watch her as she showers. “I can help with the limp. Balance the other side out for you if you need.”
“I’m good. You already cracked my pussy like a light stick. The glow is still there.”
I smirk at her sass.
She wraps a towel around her and tentatively pats the tender parts dry.
“So, mission completed?”
A subtle smile creeps across her lips. “I guess you pass.”
I callEwan to meet me in the foyer.
When the world is right, motivation comes naturally.
My priorities have shifted and changed. After a few phone calls, I’m making my talent useful outside the boundaries my contract allows. I take the elevator down to the foyer to meet Ewan. He’s standing by the concierge dressed in black trousers and a white shirt. He frowns as though he missed a memo since I’m wearing sweatpants, a sweater, and a T-shirt underneath.
“Morning, sir.” He keeps up to my pace. “What is the plan today?”
The valet pulls up out front, and I reply, “Get in. I’m driving, and I’ll explain along the way.”
“Oh, this should be good,” he murmurs.
“It is. Trust me.”
“Does it have anything to do with the sister?”
“Charlotte,” I correct. “And no.”
“The other night at dinner, her security guard was as awkward as me watching you two from across the room. We both jumped up at different times, not knowing whether to intervene.”
“Never intervene when it comes to her.” I turn onto the San Bernardino Freeway. “Even if she throws a punch. It means I deserved it.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t understand it, but I’ve never been in love.”
“Yeah, well, you need to work through that because war affects people differently. I was at war with myself, and she was the only person who could save me.”
“Love and war are two different matters,” he says dryly.
