Page 51 of Tore Up

“At noon tomorrow,” she replied, looking from her computer screen back to me.

“Fuck. When the hell did they reschedule?” I asked, frustrated.

I had other shit to do today, but Dad had needed me to be here when they arrived.

“Last week. I told your dad.” She sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “I’m gone for the day.”

She stood up quickly. “Wait,” she called out.

And I knew from the tone of her voice what this was going to be about.

With a resigned sigh, I paused and waited for it.

She tucked some of her black hair behind her ear, and her eyes, heavily lined to give a cat-shaped appearance, flickered with expectancy.

Shit. Here we go.

“It’s my lunch break. I brought a Mexican casserole I’d made last night. There’s plenty for two.”

Adalee was attractive. She was excellent at her job. She was thirty-three, well educated, and recently divorced.

When her divorce had been finalized two weeks ago, I’d been day drinking. She flirted more than usual that day. Thinking with more than a buzz, I walked into her office, closed the door, told her to get on her knees, and suck me off. It was the first new divorcée I’d had on my dick, and maybe they weren’t all like her, but Adalee sucked me like she was starving for it.

When she offered the next day, being a guy, I shoved her down to her knees and fed her some more.

It was the third day when her neckline had gotten so low that her tits looked like they might fall out. She had some thickness to her waist that showed with the tight shirt she’d chosen to showcase her tits. Honestly, it wasn’t that I was against the thicker waist and roll she had showing with her high-waisted jeans. It was the thirsty thing that just wasn’t for me. And this woman was real damn thirsty. Too needy.

I’d shut it down and acted like I didn’t pick up on her advances. I’d hoped she would let it go, but it seemed she was ready to push harder.

“Thanks for the offer, but I have some things I need to get done at the house,” I explained. Which was checking on Halo.

I’d found myself feeling guilty about what I had said to her this morning. She wanted to help. The memory of what Ares had said about her being forced to clean, combined with her mentioning getting a job, had made me snap. Explaining to her she wasn’t safe, working some waitressing job or whatever she’d been planning on, would have been a better way to tell her no.

“Oh … well, I mean, it won’t take long. And you seemed tense all morning. I could help with that,” she told me, then licked her red-painted lips.

I’d told her I was going to face-fuck that red lipstick off her the first time she sucked me. She’d been wearing it daily since.

Fucking hell. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Her husband had left her for another woman, and I knew her self-esteem had taken a hit. If sucking my dick helped her, then why not? It was a mouth on my cock.

I tilted the front of my cowboy hat back on my head, then stepped inside the office and closed the door. The gleam of excitement in her eyes should make me feel like a piece of shit for doing this. She was reading something into it that wasn’t ever going to happen.

“Adalee, this is about me fucking your mouth and shooting my load down your throat. You understand that, right? Nothing more. I’m not looking for a relationship—I don’t do those—and I do not make promises to women.”

Her smile remained a little too worshipful for my taste as she nodded. “Of course. I know that,” she said, unbuttoning three more buttons on her top until her cleavage was bare.

She did have nice, big, massive tits, but I’d sucked on a lot of tits.

“All right then,” I replied, then placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. “You want my cock? Then, take it.”

She batted her lashes up at me as she licked up one side and then the other. I didn’t really have time for all this foreplay shit.I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock down her throat.

“That’s what I want, Adalee,” I told her forcefully. “This.” I sank inside her again.

Her eyes watered as she choked. Maybe this would be enough to make her see that lunch with casseroles wasn’t in the cards for us. She grabbed my thighs to keep me from gagging her so hard the next time, and I wanted to laugh. Like that was going to hold me back.

“You surprise me,” I told her. “I didn’t know you were such a little cumslut.”

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