“I just need you. I have missed you all day. It’s driving me crazy,” she says.
“Is it?” I say as I grab her hips and pull her toward me.
Her lips seek mine, and I groan at the contact. Her lips are soft and wet. Her arms around my neck, the passion with which she is kissing me is unlike anything I have ever felt. My hands tighten on her hips, and my fingers dig deeper into them. I push the skirt of the dress high up her curvy thighs. Her panties are barely there. I slide those down her legs and then lift her on to my desk. Kneeling before her. I place her legs on my shoulders.
“I am going to eat this pretty pussy, Cherry. You gonna let me?” I demand.
“Yes, of course.” She moans, and the spikes of her heels dig into my shoulders. My tongue licks the length of her wet slit, and I focus on her perfect, hard, little clit. The moment her juices hit my tongue; I am hooked. She always tastes like heaven, but ever since she got pregnant, it is even sweeter tasting. She moans and grips my hair, pulling me where she wants me to go. When I look up her torso, I see that her head is flung back, her voluminous hair has fallen from its holder and has tumbled all around her. I eat her little pussy until she comes on my face. When I stand and open my slacks, I pull out my cock and stroke it. Her eyes go wide, she looks so innocent, like she has never seen it before.
“You ready for my cock, Brynn?” I ask.
“Yes. You are so fucking huge, Brendan. I need it.” She reaches out and firmly grabs my cock, pushing my hand out of her way. She uses just the right amount of pressure, using my precum as lube. The groan that escapes me is not entirely human.
“Fuck, Cherry. I have to have you now.” Her legs go around my waist, I line up to her entrance as I look at her and kiss her. The feel of her wetness on the tip of my cock is amazing. Slowly, I push into her silken heat, but that is just a precursor. Once I am balls deep inside of her, I pick up the pace, thrusting into her harder and harder until things start falling off of my desk.
“Brendan, please. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she mewls as I give it to her. I do not give a shit about the stuff hitting the floor. The damn building could fall around us, and I would still keep fucking her at this pace. Her breath hitches, and her pussy tightens around my dick. Reaching between us, I rub her clit fast until she comes. I follow soon after filling her with my seed. I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my slacks. Grabbing her panties, I help her back into them.
“What brings you down here today, Mrs. O’Neal? Did you just need me to love you?” I ask, laughing.
“No, but that was an amazing perk. Our mothers have gotten together to throw us an engagement party tonight. I told mine we would be there as soon as we could. I say we tell them all the news at once. Tell them we got married and then soften the blow with the news about Cletus the Fetus.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I can be ready to leave in just a few minutes.”
“Okay. I am going to use the bathroom before we go.”
“Of course,” I say, chuckling.
“Thanks for doing this tonight. I know how much you prefer to stay home,” she says, flitting off. I finish the email I was writing before she came in and shut down the computer. I am ready to go when she gets back. “I took a cab so that I could ride with you. Bart sent my bodyguard home since I am going to be with you. When will I have a permanent one? I didn’t like the one today. He never even told me his name, and he scared the crap out of Jared in one of my classes.”
“I can get into that tomorrow. Is there one you liked more than the others?” I ask, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the building. I parked on the street today as my regular lot down the street was full by the time I got in this morning.
“Joel was pretty personable, and Hallie. She was funny,” she says, buckling her seatbelt.
“Your wish is my command,” I say, chuckling.
The ride out to Queens is not bad. I am surprised that my parents will be schlepping all the way to Queens though. They are Brooklynites through and through. When we get to the compound, there are tons of cars there—at least twenty.