Page 6 of Picture Perfect
“Sorry.” My cheeks turn bright pink and burn so hot I could I probably cook eggs on them. I was so focused on the huge bulge in his pants I wasn’t even listening to the words coming out of his mouth. “What did you say?”
He strokes my cheek and steps a little closer. Any further and I’d be in his arms.
Is that what he wants?
“I said, you can go and put your clothes on now... if you want.”
I bite my lip and stare at his mouth. “And what if I said I didn’t want to do that?”
His hand slides down over my shoulder until he’s holding my hip. He pulls me close. The feel of his hardness against my body is almost too much to bear. I’m so wet I could start a water park in my panties. No kids allowed. Only Chase and his marvelous magic wand.
“I’d like that.” His lips brush against the side of my face. I lean my head back and close my eyes. His touch is electric. “I’d like that a lot.”
He cups my breast with one hand as his lips pepper the side of my face with delicate kisses.
I grab him by the back of the neck with both hands. I press my lips against his lips and open my mouth and our tongues collide in a frenzy of unfettered passion.
I’ve been waiting for this moment since the moment I met him. It doesn’t disappoint.
“Fuck, Hazel,” he groans, picking me up and carrying me back over to the little fake clouds I’ve been sitting amongst all afternoon. “You taste so fucking good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist. I squeeze him tight between my thighs and grind my pussy against his shaft.
“This is crazy,” I moan. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m your assistant. I can’t afford to lose another job.”
“You want me to stop?” he asks, breathing heavily.
I think about it for a moment. The idea of him stopping brings a tear to my eye. “No,” I say. “I never want you to stop.”
“That’s the right answer.” He places me carefully on the floor. His fingers run up my legs and then he pushes my panties to the side and licks my cunt.
“You’re mine now,” he growls. “You’re not so much as allowed to even look at another man again.”
His tongue is huge and wet and he wields it like a master.
“I’m not interested in other men,” I say. “Only you.”
I bury my fingers in his thick mane. He buries his fingers inside my pussy. Sawing into me with increasing speed and fury as he pushes me to the very edge of life itself.
“You’re wife material, Hazel. I knew it the moment I set eyes on you. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a big, sexy, curvy bundle.”
I close my eyes and there are little stars floating around my head. It’s like I’ve just entered a Bugs Bunny cartoon. My entire body is tingling. Chase keeps muttering sweet and dirty words into my sex and the deep rumble of his voice only adds to the excitement as I arch my back and my toes cramp and the first waves of a life-shattering orgasm explode from between my legs.
“Oh my fucking god!” I scream out like my life depends on it. Maybe it does. “I’m yours, Chase. Yes, Chase! Fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, yes! I’m yours!”
When the first few waves of delicious ecstasy have finished, he climbs on top of me. I reach into his briefs and take ahold of his massive, throbbing cock.
It feels so powerful. Like a weapon.
The tip is wet and sticky. I run my finger over his hole and then lick his juices off my skin.
He tastes like every little girl's dream.
Manly.
Salty.
Mine.
