Of course, we still had to deal with the aftermath of our relationship getting out to the press. We figured that, since she works for me, they would find out one way or another, but it would be on our terms and with our story. All we had to do was make sure we fed the press the details slowly, so as not to portray me as some pervert, but more of a lost soul looking for love. Maybe we thickened it up a little with a few lies here and there, but most of it was true.
At first, people were at my door the entire day, wanting interviews, but we managed to get them off our backs by giving a simple statement. We wanted to be left alone in peace.
Emily enlisted Alyssa to catch any unwanted press releases and nip them in the bud before they blew up.
And after a while of just doing what we wanted, things settled down, turning back to normal within a few weeks. Except my horniness. That’ll never return to normal. Not since she’s in my house 24/7 with that ass bouncing around, picking up after things that I accidentally drop. Not so oops.
I’ll admit I’m a lucky motherfucker.
And I don’t take it for granted for even a single day.
“C’mere,” I say as she passes me, and I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap.
Her squeal makes me laugh as I nuzzle her hair and take in her scent. “You smell nice today.”
“Oh, only today?” she retorts.
“You smell nice every day, but today is particularly special,” I say.
“How come?”
“Because I just realized I haven’t fucked you yet.”
She blushes and hides a grin behind her soft hair, shaking her head.
“What?” I growl, pulling her closer to press a kiss to her lips. “I know you want it, too.”
“I still need to clean,” she says.
“Clean later.” I press more kisses on her lips, almost making it impossible for her to talk. I don’t want to hear any more excuses about why we shouldn’t do this. We’ve done that long enough. Now’s the time to enjoy what we have.
“But your house is a mess,” she mutters, hanging on my lips.
“And it’s gonna be an even bigger mess when I’m done with you.” I groan into her mouth before taking her with my tongue, probing her mouth eagerly.
“Oh, god …” she moans.
“Chris’ll do.”
She sniggers. “Cocky bastard.”
“No I’m just a bastard with a cock. A fucking hard one, by the way.”
“And you want me to do something about that,” she hums against my lips.
“I want you to do something with it.” My hand drifts between her legs, brushing her pussy, making her jolt up. “And I’ll return the pleasure equally.”
“Hmm … you are so very persuasive,” she mumbles, smiling. “But—”
“Nothing is more important than fucking you, babe,” I muse. “The only thing you’ll be cleaning is my cock. With your tongue.”
“What?” she gasps, a bit shocked and laughing, too.
“You heard me,” I say, raising a brow.
“And what makes you think I’ll do that?”
I wrap her in my arms and press another rough kiss on her lips. “What makes you think you can resist?”
She giggles. “You make it so hard.”
“You too … but mostly just my cock. And let’s keep it that way.”
I grin as she playfully slaps my chest, and then I grab her wrist, pinning it behind her back, and take her mouth with mine. Her sweet taste is an addiction, something I’ll never get enough of. Her moans are food to my soul, and her smell is like a drug, getting me riled up.
She bites her lip seductively and then lowers herself from my lap and onto the ground right in front of me. With dirty eyes, she gazes up at me as she undoes my belt and pants and pushes down my boxer briefs until my hard-on comes popping out to play. Her eyes zoom in on it as if she’s in the fucking candy store and she can have a taste of all the good stuff. Just that look makes me even harder.
“Is this what you want …?” she teases, sticking out her tongue just an inch away from my shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan when she touches the base. “Suck it hard.”
“Like this?” she moans, and then she wraps her mouth around the top and sucks me off. Fuck me, it feels good. Her tongue goes all the way around, her mouth wet and willing, sucking me dry. It’s as if she wants me to blow my load in seconds.
“You are too good at this,” I moan.
“Why? You gonna come that quickly now?” she muses, chuckling a bit.
“Sorry, you just make me so goddamn horny all the time.”
“It’s okay. I consider it a compliment,” she says, licking my cock from top to bottom.
Well, fuck me. Is she suggesting that I actually come?
She sucks me harder and faster until I’m about to burst. I grab her hair and make a fist of it, gently pushing her down onto my cock, which she doesn’t seem to mind. That fact alone, that she takes it deeper and deeper, makes me want to blow inside her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan.
She nods, licking off the top, and then going down to suck even more.
Holy fucking shit. Does she really want me to come in her mouth?
“Fuck, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I growl.
She wraps her tongue all around my cock and teases my balls to the point of eruption.
A loud groan leaves my mouth as cum spurts from my cock into her warm, wet mouth, filling up her throat. She keeps sucking it up, not spilling a drop. When I’m finished, she swallows and finishes with a kiss.
“Fucking hell,” I say, panting.
“That good?” she muses, coming up again.
“So good … Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast. It’s a fucking embarrassment,” I say with a laugh.
“Nah, it just means I’m good,” she says with a cocky grin.
“Yes,” I say, pulling her onto my lap again so I can kiss the fuck out of her. “Real good.”
I flip her over in my seat and grab her big tits, pulling them out from under her shirt. I’m still horny as fuck, and now it’s time to please my woman. Unbuttoning her pants, I push my hand into her panties and finger her wet pussy, making sure to give lots of attention to her swollen clit. She cries out in lust, arching her back, wrapping her arm around my neck as I flick her little button. She’s moaning and hissing in my ear, and I kiss her neck with equal desire. She’s gyrating on my lap along with the movement of my hand, making me hard quickly again. What can I say? She’s one hot girl, and I’m a sucker for her needs.
My tongue dips out to lick and suck on her skin, as my hand puckers her nipples and tugs them, while the other rubs her pussy until she starts to quiver.
“Yes, babe, come all over my hand,” I groan in her ear, making her lick her lips.
I know she likes my dirty talk. She’s just as filthy as I am, which makes it all the more fun.
A quick pinch and then a flick is all it takes to make her buck on my lap, wetness coating my fingers as she comes apart on my lap. After a while, we’re hot and sweaty, panting as she stops quaking.
I bring my fingers to my lips and suck up all her juices, enjoying her taste. “Fuck, yes …” I moan. “I think that was a good one.”
“Yes … yes, it was,” she says, blowing out a breath.
“And there will be plenty more, every fucking day of your life,” I muse, kissing her earlobe.
“You promise?” she says.
I cup her face and tilt her head sideways so she’ll look at me. “I promise,” I whisper, sealing my promise with a kiss the lips. “As a matter of fact,” I say, and then I rummage through my pocket. “I meant to give you this, but I was too busy staring at your ass cleaning the house all day to make time.”
Her jaw drops, and she slaps my chest again. “Chris!”
“What? This happens when I stare at your ass. I’d say that’s a good thing.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, tell me then … what were you gonna give me?”
I take my hand out of my pocket and show it to her.
Her eyebrows rise and her eyes widen as she stares at the box.
“I was going to hold off until I could finally ditch this wheelchair and do it properly on one knee, but you know me, always too excited to wait.”