Page 57 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

“Haley…” he said, sucking in his breath.

I teased him for a moment, rubbing my cheek against his crotch. Cupping and squeezing him gently through the fabric of his dress pants. They felt expensive, which was a silly thing to be turned on by, but it made my stomach twist with lust.

Shay groaned as I pulled his hard length through the hole in his pants and swallowed him. He was warm and thick, just as I remembered from that wonderful night. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could handle, allowing him to rest there for a few beautiful heartbeats before gripping him by the base and dragging my lips tightly over his entire length, all the way to his tip.

“Oh myGod,” Shay’s moan echoed off the lofted ceilings.

I smiled against his crown. “Relax and enjoy the view.”

I meant the view of downtown Portland through the sweeping window behind me, but I hoped he was enjoying the view of me on my knees sucking him off. For a little while, I focused on giving him the best blowjob I possibly could. He tasted so good that my mouth watered as I worked, gripping his base and pumping him with every stroke of my lips.

The sounds he made were music to my ears.

Shay placed his palm on the back of my head and guided me back and forth, which somehow turned me on even more. When I caught him looking down at me, I gazed right back up at him. Fucking him with my eyes while rolling the flat of my tongue slowly upward along the underside of his shaft.

For a moment, I relished in what I was doing. Giving a blowjob to a client while showing him a condo. The intersection of my work and personal lives made the whole thing that much sexier.

To say nothing of just how sexy Shay was all by himself.

I began speeding up, eager to get him off. I sucked and pumped away, moaning myself as I worked, luxuriating in the way Shay’s fingers tightened in my hair.

But then his grip pulled me upward, away from his cock and into a standing position. His lips found mine hungrily, tongue instantly conquering my mouth.

“I have to have you,” he demanded, fingers diving into his pocket for a condom.

I gasped as he planted a hand on my chest and pushed me backwards, step after step, until my shoulders hit the floor-to-ceiling windows. Then he spun me around until my cheek was pressed against the glass, all of downtown Portland spread out before me.

“We could get in trouble,” I whispered over my shoulder, although I definitely didn’t want him to stop.

He leaned forward and breathed into my ear, “That’s what makes it fun.”

“Getting arrested for indecent exposure won’t hurt your career?” I teased.

“The charge would probably be public lewdness.” His teeth dragged across my neck. “But right now, I don’t care about anything butyou.”

Shay buried himself inside of me from behind, inch after stiff inch. Both of us cried out together as he finally bottomed out, fingers tightening on my hip.

“There you are,” he breathed, moving his hips against me. “Even better than I remembered.”

My hands clawed at the window, wishing I had something to grab onto. Shay’s palms ran up my hips, cupping my breasts as he fucked me against the window.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Deeper.”

Shay obeyed, pulling back even farther before slamming his whole length into me again, sending pulses of pleasure up my spine. My clit practically throbbed now, so I leaned forward even more and reached between my legs to release the pressure.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, one hand returning to my hip, pulling me back against his cock with every stroke.

“Shay!” I managed to grit out. My orgasm began deep in my core, an explosion of flames that made me see stars. I clenched my eyes shut and luxuriated in the way he slammed into me, every thrust extending my climax, over and over. My screams were ragged, out of my control as he sawed into me from behind.

“Haley…” he cried out. “HALEY!”

The two of us lost every semblance of control, bodies shaking together with pure white euphoria. He wrapped an arm around my neck, arching my back so that he could twist my face around to kiss him, tongue swirling wetly against mine. His hard length pulsed inside me, and I clamped myself down around him, milking every drop until we both finally went still.

His arm remained tight around my neck, and he leaned forward, wedging me against the glass. I closed my eyes, feeling safe within his grasp.

“I sure hope the plumbing has been installed,” he whispered.

I giggled and twisted my face around to look at him. “I think so.”

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