I have to be quick, and most importantly, I have to strike while the iron’s hot. She’s allowing me to touch her, and she’s allowing me to do what I want to her.
I need to harness the chance I’m being given.
She watches with panic filling her face as I undo my pants and take out my cock.
She fucking wants me. She’s not even trying to stop me.
I take hold of her hips, take her panties off, and spread her legs wide.
She closes her eyes when I take my cock and guide it to the heat of her entrance.
It shocks her when I cup her face.
“Look at me, baby, you need to see me. Watch me as I fuck you,” I command, and she obeys. Her lips part then she sucks in a breath when I plunge into her tight little pussy.
We both feel the pleasure. It makes me start fucking her hard, pushing deeper and filling her up at the same time.
She cries out and clamps a hand over her mouth to keep the sound in. I take advantage of that to push harder and faster.
Fuck, she feels too good. Far too good. There I was thinking I could last, but I’ve had blue balls since I woke up this morning and all I could think of is getting back inside her. I never actually thought I would.
It helps. It makes everything easier. It makes it better. She knew when I hit her with my offer that she’ll want the parts of it that I want.
I fuck her at a furious speed as my balls tighten. She grabs me, holding on to my shoulders again as I pound into her relentlessly. I try to hold my release for just a little longer, but I lose the battle. I never stood a chance with the way she grips me. The need in her touch distracts me, and I lose focus completely. As I blow my load into her, it feels like more than a release as I come.
I needed this. I needed her.
Fuck damn, I needed her so much I can’t let go. She’s holding on too, like she’s holding on to the fantasy. I am too. This woman has seen this side of me too many times. She’s the only one I want to see it. Only her.
It’s time.
Time to lay the cards on the table.
I move back slightly and catch her delicate face. She tries to look away, avoiding direct eye contact, but I guide her back to face me.
“I want you,” I tell her.
A tear runs down her cheek. “It was easier to believe you didn’t. I can’t, Paul.”
“I want you back, and I need you to give me a chance. This is going to keep happening when I see you. I won’t stop trying, so it’s easier this way. I have an offer for you.”
Confusion sets into her expression. “An offer? What do you mean?”
“You give me a month. Thirty days, thirty fantasies, we’ll end every fucking night at The Dark Odyssey if we must. I want another chance to make you fall for me again. You give me a chance, and I give you Montrose Place.”
Shock replaces the confusion. It makes the blood siphon from her face.
“What?” she asks in disbelief.
“You heard me, Jia. I just want a chance, that’s all. This is how serious I am. You give me a chance, you give us a chance to be better than we were, and you can have the place. If at the end of that time it doesn’t work, you get the place anyway. I just want a chance with you.” I release her face and pull out of her. I only break eye contact to do up my pants.
When I look back to her, she’s still looking at me in shock.
“Paul… the place is worth five million.”
“A chance with you is priceless. You have until tomorrow to think about it. If it’s a yes, then meet me at The Dark Odyssey at eight in our room. If it’s a no… then I’ll leave you alone. We sell Montrose Place and split the money.”
That’s it.
That’s the offer and the last resort. My final attempt to win this woman back.
I hope like fuck that she wants the fucking building enough to consider the offer. But more than that I hope she sees what I’m doing by putting the offer on the table.
Guiding her back to me.
I straighten out my shirt and leave her sitting on her desk with the offer.
I hope she accepts.