“She was making a microwave mug cupcake.”
Fidget wags her tail softly.
“Smelled pretty good too.”
“No wonder the vet keeps harping on me to make you lose weight,” she says to the dog.
“Border collies are smart, right?”
“I want to believe that.” She opens up her laptop then pulls back her hair in a scrunchie. “Now I need to make a spreadsheet.”
“Creampuff—” I pull her over to me on the couch. “For someone who just got her brains fucked out, you’re really high-strung.” I kiss her mouth. “I need you to know—” I kiss her again. “I’m not like those losers you date.”
“That makes you sound like a douche.”
“I’m not a douche.” I unbutton the shirt. “I’m a grade-A asshole.”
She slides the boxers off. Sighs.
I suck on her tits as I stroke her wet pussy.
“I had planned to fuck you all night, not make a spreadsheet.”
“Maybe we can negotiate.”
I roll the condom on. “I didn’t get rich by negotiation.”
She shudders, her ass doing that delicious jiggle as I seat her on my cock, my balls nestled in her hot, wet pussy.
“And anyways—” She gasps as I grab her waist, pull her up, then let her fall back down on my cock. “You didn’t fuck my brains out,” she moans, writhing on my cock. “You used a lot of third-party products.”
As she rocks forward to kiss me, her soft thighs rub against mine. It’s heaven.
“I’m surprised I can even get you wet without threatening bodily harm,” I whisper against her mouth as I fuck her down onto my dick.
“See, women, we have this thing called imagination.”
I grab her ass and thrust up into her hard as I pull her down onto me, satisfied when she groans and runs her nails down my chest.
“I’m thinking right now about waking up with some hot masked stranger, dangerous, sex-crazed…” Her teeth scrape my chin. “And he’s just fucking my pussy, and I can’t even move. Can’t even call for help. Just have to lie there and take it.”
“Fuck,” I grunt as she arches against me. “Fuck, Creampuff. I’m going to sneak into your room tomorrow night and hold you down and fuck you, muffle you with the pillow while you scream. How about that?”
“I don’t have a room.”
“I’ll give the troll free tickets to the basketball game.”
She writhes in my arms.
I rub her clit, and she comes on my cock. I fuck up into her hard, drawing it out, then I’m coming into the condom.
Shit.
“Are you seriously coming to my house tomorrow night?”
“Maybe.” I smirk at her. “Or the next night. Or maybe the next.” I grab her and push her against me, not ready to let her go yet. “You’ll just have to wait in terror and anticipation.”
“We’re goingto see if regular sex makes me a better boss. I may not say shit to Olive today, just let her burn that avocado toast,” she says as I drop her off in front of her café.
