“I’m tired.” I yawn loudly. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“Pepper Bryant, I will book a flight to California.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
“D. Soul, aka Drew Stone, is Dom’s brother.”
“Oh. My. God!” she screeches.
“He invited us to his next show.”
“I’m going to faint.”
We talk and joke a while longer and then I finish my bath and go to bed.
For the last five minutes, I’ve stood at the foot of Pepper’s bed as she slumbers, palming my stiff erection. Thoughts of her plagued me, preventing me from sleep, so here I am. I’d allow her traumatized body a recovery period if I had an ounce of human decency. Sadly, for Pepper, I never acquired that particular characteristic. I undress, then climb onto the bed. Ever so gently, I pull her panties off and spread her legs, careful not to stir her too soon. I position my dick at her moist opening and drive home, sinking into her liquid heat.
She awakes, unleashing a deafening scream. The anguished sound feeds my sadistic soul and spurs me on. I roll my hips in a circular motion, pummeling in and out of her snug cunt.
“Dom, not so rough,” she weeps, pushing my shoulders.
I lie flush atop her and secure her wrists against the bed, burrowing through her sopping wet passage. Heaven and Hell collide, fusing together, amplifying the ferociousness of our union. It’s primal, unstable… liable to incinerate us both. Nothing else exists but this earth-shattering moment. The gravity of it isn’t lost on me. Our bodies and minds merge. Fucking Pepper is becoming about something greater than sexual gratification. No woman has ever made me lose my shit the way she does. We share an impassioned kiss as our tongues intertwine in a sensual dance. I ram into her balls deep and grind against her pelvic bone, nudging her cervix. I swallow her moans of rapture as her spasming muscles milk my dick.
“Pepper,” I groan, emptying my cum inside her scorching pussy.
I grasp her waist and flip to my back so she straddles me. My semi-hard dick grows to full mast again.
“Put your feet flat on the bed.” Pepper does as she’s told. “Now bounce up and down on my cock.”
She proceeds tentatively, unsure of herself.
“No, that won’t do. I know your secrets, your desires, your fantasies. Drop your fucking inhibitions and take my dick like the slut you aspire to be.”
Pepper throws her head back and rides my shaft in abandon, liberating her inner slut. She’d rival the most seasoned adult film star. I click on the lamp for a better view andfuck me.Sweat illuminates her beautiful, dark complexion. I fixate on her pretty labia as it expands over my length and then my gaze roams upwards to watch the hypnotic jiggle of her heavy titties. She’s a goddamn Siren. I sit up to feast on her nipples. She wraps her legs around me, crossing her ankles at the base of my spine. We move in sync, climaxing together in a maelstrom of explosions. Then we fall asleep in each other’s embrace.
I’m incredibly happy this morning. Waking cocooned in Dom’s strong embrace uplifted my spirits drastically. I assumed he’d be gone before sunrise. He kissed me goodbye and left to get ready for work. Perhaps he’s turning over a new leaf, or maybe I’m reading too much into this small gesture. The hour of our clandestine rendezvous fast approaches. I finish up my work, then switch my computer to sleep mode.
“Hey, wanna join me for lunch?” Anthony asks, leaning over the side of my cubicle.
He’s one of the dozen or so lead software engineers and is very friendly and graciously answers all my questions. I’ve learned a lot from him.
“Oh, umm—”
“Your ideas for program coding are amazing, and I’m hoping to bounce some ideas off you.”
“Thank you,” I say, my face heating at his praise.
“So, what do you say?”
Dom is waiting for me, but he shouldn’t mind if I skip out this one time. Anyway, I’ll see him later.
“Give me a sec.”
“Great.” He smiles, displaying cute dimples.
I text Dom, letting him know not to expect me.
