My secretary called my phone, pulling me from my head once again.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“I have Ms. Anna Kane here. She doesn’t have an appointment, but she says she just talked to you.”
“Yes, send her in.” I hung up and went back to finish the last of the email I was typing.
My door opened, and Anna walked in, looking as good as I remembered her looking. Her blonde hair was long, curled, and professionally highlighted—the perfect combination of golden strands with darker roots. Her blue eyes were lined with thick black liner and long lashes she probably paid a small fortune to have put on.
She removed her coat as she came walking toward me. She had on a black dress, the type that opened down the front, held closed with a sash. She untied the bow, and the dress opened, revealing the black number I was so fond of.
Her tits were decent in size. They were pushed up high by the lace bra; the cups were see-through just enough to be teasing. She wore black hose that came to her thighs. She didn’t have any panties on, but she was wearing the belt that kept her stockings in place. It reminded me of crotchless underwear, and I loved getting to use the belt as my own personal handle to pull her into my thrusts.
“Just let me finish this email,” I told her.
She grinned. “I might come the instant you tell me, but I wait for no man.” She rounded my desk and spun my chair, so I was facing her. She dropped to her knees and got to work on unfastening my pants. “You can carry on with that email if you need. I’ll be down here, priming you up.” Her lips turned upward into a grin. Then she licked them and opened wide.
I took a hissing breath when she slid my tip into her mouth, her hot tongue running circles around my ridge. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes as she slowly worked her mouth down my shaft. A groan slipped from my lips. She pulled back, and my hips lifted from the chair.
“What happened to finishing that email?” she asked, smirking.
“Fuck that email,” I said, threading my fingers into her blonde hair and guiding her mouth back to my cock.
She didn’t hold back. She dug her nails into my thighs as she tried to push me to the back of her throat. Every time she’d suck her way to the tip, it felt like she was on the verge of sucking my soul from my body. She bobbed up and down for several minutes, pushing me to my breaking point before pulling me back. I eventually lost my patience with her, which is exactly what she wanted.
With her hair threaded between my fingers, I pulled her mouth away from my cock. I stood and spun her around so she was facing away from me. Pushing against the middle of her back until she was bent over my desk with her bare ass in the air, I worked my fingers between her wet folds, spreading her arousal.
“I should have known that you’d already be dripping wet for me,” I said as I rolled a condom over my cock.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder when she looked back at me. “I’m always wet for you, Roman.”
Without further talk, I thrust forward, slamming into her.
She let out a deep moan of approval as her walls quivered around my cock. My head fell back as I bit my lower lip, enjoying her heat wrapped around me. I rolled my hips, grinding into her. She leaned forward, pulling herself away from my cock before I was ready. I grabbed her garter and yanked her back to me, thrusting deep inside her once again.
She let out a soft moan, which only pushed me onward.
Keeping my hold on her, I begin to move my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her pussy. She whimpered and begged for more, demanding that I fuck her harder, faster, so that’s exactly what I did. I moved as quickly as I possibly could. I rocked into her so hard that we were pushing my desk across the room. I felt her walls start to convulse around my throbbing cock, and I knew she was falling over the edge. It gave me the permission I needed to chase my own high.
I did the same awful thing I’d always done since my wife’s passing. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was her that I was with. I pictured her blue eyes locking with mine. I imagined how her mouth would fall open, and her brows would knit. Within seconds, I felt my release building.
I squeezed my eyelids tighter and moved my hips faster, pushing myself closer and closer until I finally fell over the edge. I pumped into her as I shot my load into the condom between us, each pump bringing me closer and closer to the world I was trying to escape rather than the world where I was alone with my wife. Each wave of my release was warm and euphoric, but it was also hell at the same time because I knew that once I opened my eyes, she’d be gone again, and I’d be alone more than I was before. No matter how much I didn’t want it to end, it had to. My hips slowed to a stop as I bent forward, resting my head on her back as I calmed my breathing.
I pulled back, removing myself from her, and turned and pulled off the condom before dropping it into a nearby trash can as I fixed my pants. My heart was still pounding against my chest, and I was slightly breathless. Sweat had just started to form on my forehead, so I wiped it with the back of my hand.
Suddenly, I wished that she would be gone when I turned around, but I knew she wouldn’t be. It was time for the guilt. Looking at her would feel like a punch to the gut, but I had to doit, or she’d never leave. I hated myself more and more with each day. I wondered why the universe had to take Chloe.
Why didn’t it take me?
“Roman?”
Just the sound of her voice made the muscles coil under my skin. I straightened, and my shoulders squared with tension.
“Roman? I know what you’re going through right now.” She touched my shoulder, then stepped around me until we were face-to-face. “You talked to me about this, remember?”
I wished I could forget.
Since she was the first one I’d been with after Chloe’s passing, I opened up too much. I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. I was hurting and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know any better. Looking back, it’s probably the reason she got as clingy as she did.
