Chapter 6

“Dan.”

A shiver shot down my spine as the breathy greeting tickled my ear. The scent of honeysuckle enveloped me as her breath brushed the fine hairs on my neck. The heat of her bosom bled through my shirt, warming my back as those ponderous globes pressed into me.

“I’ve been so lonely recently,” she pouted, her voice barely audible. “I feel so empty, without you inside me.”

I hissed from my sharp intake of air, casting glances to make sure no one had heard. The crowd continued to mill around the refreshments table, waiting for Amy’s event to begin.

I turned carefully, catching that knowing smirk of hers.

“Stop. Not here.”

I tried to step away, but her fingers had slipped around my belt, and she tugged me back.

“Oh? Then where? Perhaps bent over the table?”

“Candice ... please,” I whispered, keeping a smile on my face, and nodding to another couple that walked by.

She didn’t relent, pulling me closer and pressing her soft breasts into my side. Her lips were by my ears.

“Room B13. Don’t keep me waiting. I tend to get ... vocal ... when I’m left unattended. Wouldn’t want anyone to overhear what I have to say ... about us.”

She placed a lingering kiss on my earlobe and left. I grit my teeth and faked another smile as one of Amy’s church friends arrived and bent my ear about the event.

The ornate door plaque shone in the dim light of the basement hallway. B13. I stared at it, tapping my foot. I glanced back down the hall to the stairwell. Everyone was upstairs for Amy’s big speech. No one would be down here. I glanced back at the sign, immediately below the cross.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened the door and slipped quietly inside.

Candice sat on the desk, her legs crossed and foot bouncing playfully as her eyes followed me. A slow smile spread across her lips as she leaned forward, her bountiful and creamy bosom heaving against the top.

“Such a good boy.” She uncrossed and spread her legs, the hem of her skirt rising and revealing the soft whites of her inner thighs. “So eager to see me.”

She languidly beckoned me, her finger crooked as that self-satisfied smile grew. I hated her. I hated what I’d done with her. I hated myself for letting her control me like this.

I hated that I obediently stood before her, as erect as I’d ever been.

My anger only seemed to delight her further. She wrapped her elegant hands around my neck, staring deeply into my eyes.

“So much energy in you. I can’t wait to feel it pumping inside me.”

I didn’t resist, much to my chagrin, as she pulled me down into a passionate kiss. She pressed her tongue between my lips. I refused to engage, yet somehow my tongue met hers anyway. She tasted sweet. Like fresh strawberries and honey. My tongue dove into her mouth, lashing hers. I growled, my hands pulling her supple waist closer. Her body burned against me, her hips already rolling against my raging erection. Her moans were music to my ears.

I don’t know how long our tongues danced against one another. At some point, I stopped caring. I needed to taste her, needed to feel her soft skin against mine. My palms gripped her bountiful behind, squeezing that soft and pliant flesh through the fabric of her skirt. She wiggled, allowing me to pull it up and finally grasping onto what I wanted. She groaned as my fingers dug into her meaty cheeks, roughly handling her ass, and driving her harder into my crotch.

Her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it and zipping open my khakis. I groaned as her fingers ran down my shaft. She gripped the base and slowly began to pump her hand against my cock. Her other palm landed on the head, spreading the leaking precum copiously around it.

Her lips left mine. “God, what a monster. Hurry up and fuck me already.”

I growled and pushed her onto the desk as it creaked beneath our combined weight. She released my cock, bringing her palm to her lips and slowly licking the precum from it while watching me. I grabbed her fleshy hips and ground my shaft along her soaking pussy lips. She just grinned, her lips parted, little groans escaping her as her eyes laughed at me.

I slammed my full length into her, wanting to wipe that smug smile from her lips. I groaned as what felt like miles of rippling flesh fluttered over my shaft, welcoming me home. Her eyes hooded and she groaned, but that smirk remained. I ground my cock as hard as I could into her. Her pussy gushed over me, juices dripping down my balls, her entrance clenching tight against my base, her cervix bumping against the tip of my cock. She wailed, her fingernails digging into my arms. That smile turned into a perfect ‘O’ shape as she cried out in pleasure.

That was what I wanted. This was what she deserved.

I pulled back, sliding completely out of her begging hole before savagely slamming into her again. If she was screaming, I couldn’t hear it. Her mouth hung open as her back arched, driving her hips harder against my cock. I pulled on her hips with every vicious thrust, watching her perfect tits jiggle and bounce free from her top. I couldn’t help myself. I latched my mouth onto one of those delectable orbs, sucking on the hard nipple as I slammed into her. The faintest high-pitched scream could be heard over the wet slapping as I drove into her.

My anger could only keep my orgasm at bay for so long. Her pulsating and rippling tunnel squelched with every thrust. A constant shiver ran down my spine as she sucked me back in. Her pussy resisted every time I withdrew, sucking hard on my cock and slathering it in her thick cream. Her frothy juices coated my cock, dripping down my balls as I relentlessly drove into her. My fingers wrapped around her elegant neck, squeezing hard, silencing the high-pitched whine. Her body convulsed around me as her eyes rolled up.

I groaned savagely as I pressed into her as hard as I could, my balls tightening and blasting all my cum directly into her deepest parts. Her fingers began to slacken on my arms as she quivered against me. Her pussy sucked unceasingly on my cock, pulling all the cum from me until I was completely dry.

I finally loosened my grip on her neck as her body fell slack against the desk. She gasped and gulped for air, her limbs completely limp, but her pussy still convulsing around me. I smiled. That smirk was finally gone.

Her lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what she said. I leaned forward to catch her mumbling softly.

“Yes daddy. Breed your little slut.”

I barely recognized the man staring disapprovingly at me in the mirror. The simmering anger beneath the surface was undercut by the horrible guilt that washed over me. I had done it again, even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t.

I splashed cold water onto my face, hoping to wash off her scent, if not the guilt. I grabbed the paper towels and wiped my face before turning my attention to the red wine stain on my pants. It had been the only way I could think of to hide the obvious stains of our fervent coupling. The acidic smell of the wine almost masked the rich musk of her juices. I wiped away what I could and tried to keep my story straight. I had spilled the wine on myself at the beginning of Amy’s speech and spent the next twenty minutes trying to clean up. That was probably believable.