Page 59 of Where We Go From Here

“Um.” I look up at him as innocently as I can manage but his gaze is so ruthless that I squirm a little on the table.

“That morning back at my place in October,” he says. “Noticed a drawer slightly ajar and decided to take a look. Was interested to find that my box of condoms had been ransacked and strewn all around the place. Any explanation?” he asks me.

I press myself against him but he doesn’t waver, the condom still held perfectly eye-level.

“I didn’t mean to,” I say beseechingly. “I was out of it, remember? I just wanted to look in one drawer and then when I saw what it said on the box…” Suddenly I frown, remembering my thoughts from that night. “I was thinking about how you had a box of condoms next to your bed, which meant that you were sleeping with other women.”

I move to pull back from him, awash with renewed irritation, but he grips me tightly against his abs.

“I bought those condoms because a hot twenty-eight year old chick had just taken up permanent residence on my building site and I knew that I was gonna need to start blowing my load if I wanted to remain remotely professional around her. But then I started to spend more time with her and I decided that I didn’t want to fuck around. You broke the seal, baby. Those condoms weren’t open.”

I yank him down hard so that he can reach my level and kiss me, and I part my lips immediately, begging him to come inside.

He moans as he laps his tongue against mine and then he murmurs into me, “You like that? You like that I’ve been saving this cock for you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my fingers desperately trying to rip open his pants. “Yes, I like that.”

“And you?” he asks. “Since you got here, have you been saving this pussy for me?”

“Yes,” I say, moaning and nodding as he slips his tongue around mine. “Only you,” I whisper and he pulls away with a quick growl.

He yanks his chair back behind him and heaves himself down on it, kicking his legs out as he scrapes the seat forwards. I sit up slightly on my elbows, my feet dangling off the tabletop on either side of his thighs. He slowly leans forwards, tucking his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugging. We’re both holding our breath as he pulls my panties away, exposing my heat as he rolls the cotton down my thighs. I raise my legs so that he can slip them fully off my ankles and then he repositions me so that I’m splayed right in front of him, his thighs spread wide, showcasing the large hard-on straining against his pants.

“Jesus,” he mutters, leaning back in his seat. One hand scrapes down his stubble and the other rubs firmly at his solid erection. He looks into my eyes, catching me watching him, and he asks, “You like getting your pussy eaten?”

I blink fast, my legs shaking a little. It’s not something that I’ve experienced much of and in all honesty I hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. I’m about to say no when he rephrases.

“Want me to eat your pussy?”

“Um, oh, um…” I run one hand through my hair, leaning up on one elbow.

I mean, when he puts it likethat…

“I think, perhaps, maybe, if you’d like to–”

And then his mouth is suddenly between my legs, lapping warm and gentle as his palms massage my thighs.

“You’re sweet everywhere,” he grunts, the sound reverberating through my belly.

He eases my calves over his shoulders and I naturally succumb to laying backwards, my fingers twining in his hair as he licks and kisses at me. His palms rub up and down my thighs as he rolls his tongue between my legs, and then one hand disappears and I hear him grunt as he grips at his erection.

I lift myself slightly upwards and whisper to him, “I want you, now.”

He looks up at me from between my thighs, unsure for a moment, and then he begins kissing his way up my belly. One of his hands goes to grab a condom and he tears it open before his mouth has reached my neck.

He stands upright and my eyes fall to the bulging muscle beneath his suit pants.

As he undoes his zipper I say to him, “Do you always carry a spare drill with you like that?”

He laughs and shakes his head, his eyes flashing to mine as he pushes his trousers down his thighs.

He doesn’t mess around with one piece of clothing at a time – his boxers are shoved straight down with his pants, meaning that I’m immediately met with his long thick arousal, the hard muscle that he’s had ready for me for almost two months.

It looks like he’s been ready for me for almost two years. He’s more erect than a barge pole, his length dark and straining. The sight of the large sac behind it has me dragging him down on top of me, wriggling into place as I kiss his mouth with mine.

“Condom,” he mumbles, leaning up so that he can fit it at the head of his shaft and then use his fist to roll it down.

“I’ve never had a, uh, aMagnumsized… you know… before,” I whisper up at him with a slightly teasing smile.

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