“Prove it.”
She hadn’t said nothing but a word.
I spun her around, slamming her against the door as I pulled up her skirt.
Nothing but ass.
“Where’s your panties?” I leaned against her ear as I pulled my dick from my pants.
“Why would I need panties? I told you what I was on before you even got here.”
I smirked.
Although Melina wasn’t a woman I would give a second look at on a regular day, I had to give it to her, she knew exactly what to say to make me stick my dick in her.
After slipping on a condom, I slid my hand around her waist and cupped her pussy, stroking it slowly before pounding her from behind.
“Yes, daddy, fuck me! Fuck me so good,” she cried, making sure she could be heard on the other side of the door.
“Let me tell you something,” I whispered.
“Tell me whatever you want, daddy.”
“You’re not going to tell your husband shit about us. What we have...it’s good as fuck because it’s a secret.”
“But I don’t want to be a secret.”
“But you should. You have a husband and kids. You know I’m not on no family shit. I’m not interested in raising another nigga’s children.”
“Then nut in me. We can run away together and raise our own.”
I frowned, my dick almost deflating inside of her.
But I shifted my focus, quickly flashing to the last time I was inside of Skye like this. Only, I had the pleasure of staring into her eyes as she stared into mine.
Skye was so fucking beautiful, and not just when we were fucking. She was beautiful when she was walking from one room to the other, scrunching up her nose as she searched for the remote she always managed to misplace. She was beautiful when she was sitting on my balcony, fully clothed, trying to dissect the happiness of the people below.
Feeling myself about to cum, I forced my eyes back open and reminded myself where I was and who I was in.
Gripping Melina’s hair, which had unraveled from the low bun she was wearing earlier, I dove deeper inside of her. “Nah, we not doing that. Ain’t nobody carrying my seed, and they damn sure ain’t getting a ring put on their finger.”
“I bet I can make you change your mind.”
“No, the fuck you can’t.”
“In time, I know I can. I’m good at what I do, trust me.”
Never.
And this was exactly why I didn’t feel bad about what I was doing. I was well aware of just how good shethoughtshe was. The fact that, in a matter of seconds, she was ready to give up her entire family and create a new one just for some fresh dick, made me sick to my stomach.
“How about this? We keep this little thing we got going, which is too fucking good to let go of.” I kissed her cheek softly, slowing my stroke. “I’ve got some new hires coming in andrather than you actually having to train them, I’ll give that job to someone else. Instead, you can just walk around for the few hours that everyone is here and make sure things are getting done. I know how much you like telling people what to do. You’ll get to do thatandget a raise. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
Melina was all about the money. She didn’t give a damn about doing any real work. I learned in her interview that she was being forced to work because her husband’s income wasn’t enough for the lifestyle she wanted to live. She complained about him and his low-paying tow truck job the entire fucking interview. If I didn’t have ulterior motives, I would’ve kicked her ass out within the first ninety seconds.
