Page 135 of Mark my Words

CHICAGO

Reaching for the zipper on my suitcase, I tamped down the urge to laugh at my girlfriend. Kristine was roughly digging through her small closet, the wire hangers squeaking on the bar as she abused her poor wardrobe.

“You need to calm down,” I chuckled, leaving my already packed luggage next to the bed as I crossed the room and halted her frantic movements. “My mother is not going to care what you wear. I told you it was casual. You can wear jeans and a sweater. It’s really not a big deal.”

She leaned back into my chest, heaving a deep sigh as her fingers found mine, weaving through them and holding on tight. “Easy for you to say, you’ve met my nightmare of a family. I don’t know what to expect here. Our first meeting didn’t exactly make the greatest impression.”

Kristine had briefly been introduced to my family the night of Brett’s wedding shortly before I stole her and escaped to the sanctuary of her hotel room. We’d attempted to talk for about two minutes before we couldn’t resist the draw of ripping each other’s clothes off. And they stayed off for two blissful days before reality pulled us apart, and we had to return to our respective cities to do damage control.

Sloane had initially been resistant to Kris leaving her new position, insisting she stay on until they could secure one of the other candidates for the role. It didn’t take them long, but then we faced the problem that the Chicago office had no copy-editor positions open. Ironically, the position of my copy-editing intern was still not filled, and the management agreed to let her temporarily step into the role until they could find a spot to best utilize her talents.

While it would have been easy to fall into old habits and sneak around the office skirting rules on fraternization, we kept our hands—and other parts—to ourselves in the office. Out of the office was another matter.

As soon as she moved into my modest apartment, it’d been like we were never separated. Each day when we returned home, clothes were roughly shed within minutes, and we fucked on every damn surface we could think of. Without the pesky hindrance of roommates, we christened all the furniture, the kitchen, and the bathroom, including a very slippery but satisfying interlude with her perched on the edge of the sink with my face between her legs.

Now she was freaking out because I’d invited her to spend a long weekend in Michigan for the Thanksgiving holiday with my family. It’d be different than my last visit, mainly because I wouldn’t be sleeping on a pull-out couch in the basement. My mother had giddily offered the guest bedroom down the hall from theirs, but I’d immediately passed, knowing I’d never be able to keep my hands off Kristine for four days.

“My mother is dying to get to know you,” I promised, toying with the button on her jeans as I tucked my face into her neck. “She’s excited to meet my future fiancee.”

Kristine growled, exactly like I knew she would, still a bit resistant to the idea of that kind of commitment. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Langley. Just because you’ve got long wood doesn’t mean I want to tie myself to it for the rest of my life.”

“You don’t need to tie yourself to it. Just embrace it with open arms…and hands…and mouth…and don’t forget this,” I teased as I snaked my hand down the front of her pants, tracing the lips of her pussy through the silky material of her panties.

“You’re such a tease sometimes,” she sighed, leaning her head back into my shoulder, letting me continue to stroke her lightly. Nothing calmed the savage beast like an orgasm, and lucky for her, I’d mastered pushing her buttons with my fingers and the contents of her little black box.

“I’m only a tease if I don’t make you scream my name,” I whispered, ghosting my lips along the column of her throat. “Now, why don’t we get out one of your toys and see if I can do just that? We’ve got thirty minutes until we need to get on the road. I only need ten.”

“That sure of yourself, Spammy?” she taunted as she reached back, cupping me through the material of my pants where I was already hard for her.

“It’s that big dick energy.”

Kristine laughed as I released her, nodding toward the bottom of her closet where the little black box now lived. While she turned the dials on the lock, I got to work, deciding there was no clearing the disaster of clothes strewn on the bed, but the new full-length mirror on the wall beside the closet would work fine for what I had in mind.

“Want to try out the new one she sent?” she asked as she held up a small, handheld toy with a round opening on the end. Air pulse technology proved a wonderful addition to our bedroom activities, coaxing out her ability to squirt, which we’d rediscovered since our steamy night in Seattle.

“Sounds like fun.” As she began to strip off her clothes, I mirrored her actions, my cock bobbing as I finally pulled down my pants.

“Where do you want me?” she asked, tracing her palm down my abdomen and grasping me in her fist.

“Hands on the wall on either side of the mirror. Let’s see how dirty we can make it.”

She didn’t hesitate, pushing her ass toward me as she braced herself. Leaving the perfect target for a handprint.

“Fuck, Sam,” she squealed as I made contact but shot me a challenging look over her shoulder that meant she wanted more. Not wanting to leave her waiting, I brought my palm down again, enjoying the matching red marks on each cheek.

I pulled the toy from her hand, turning it on and smiling as I saw a shudder ripple down her spine at the soft thumping noise.

Crowding her against the mirror, I bent my knees and slowly pushed my cock between her legs, teasing her with the length of it as my hand brought the toy to her clit.

“Oh, god,” she panted as I centered the opening, knowing this little wonder would make her cum in less than a minute at the right setting. While some men would be intimidated by such a feat, I knew it’d only make my mission easier, priming her to explode once I pushed inside her in tandem with this little beauty.

“That’s right,” I whispered roughly, tilting my hips so my tip just barely caught in the opening of her pussy, slipping easily against her as I coaxed the first of many climaxes to come. “I’m right there. But I need you to come for me if you want it. Show me how much you want my cock.”

She obeyed commands in the bedroom more readily than when I was her supervisor and fell apart in moments, gasping as her hips gyrated against mine. I continued to press the toy into her, lining myself up and thrusting inside, groaning at how tight she was after she came.

I watched over her shoulder as her tits swayed, her eyes clenched shut as I fucked her. Squatting lower and tilting her hips so I could hit the spot inside I knew would make her soak both me and the mirror. While it’d taken some experimenting, since I knew she could do it, I stuck with it once she’d moved in, making it my mission to get her there as much as possible.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to cover me. Just breathe. I can feel you tightening again. Fuck, yes, just like that,” I encouraged as I pressed my finger on the button on the side of the toy, reveling in the scream that tore out of her mouth at the increased intensity.

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