Page 66 of Heartless
I slap her across the ass with my belt.
“Mm-mm. Harder. Make me feel it.”
Unsure, I slap her just a little harder.
“Harder! Harder like how you fuck me,” she purrs.
I hit her harder, and she moans, and her pussy flexes again. Shit!
I hit her yet again, and she drops down lower, lifts her ass higher, and flexes her pussy. She’s crazy as shit, but who am I to judge?
I hit her several more times, and then I watch as the promise she made earlier manifests. She’s literally creaming, and the sight of it drives me wild.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her to me again and thrust deep inside of her with one plunge, loving the way her swollen lips embrace me. This time, my pace is rapid and frantic like that of a madman.
I have no idea how much longer I’m going to last, but shit, if I’m risking it all tonight, I might as well make it worth it. The sound of my meat slapping against her, and our skin slipping across each other in a sweaty, sticky mess is a turn-on.
I jab and jab inside of her until she begins to dry up. Only then do I allow myself the release that I so desperately need. Before I can finish, she pulls away from me and pushes me over onto my back.
My feet are planted on the floor, and my back rests on the mattress. She slides off the bed, pushes my legs open and plants herself between them. Kneeling, she takes the head of my dick and laps at it.
Slowly, she pulls me into her mouth with her powerful jaw action.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She works those jaw muscles, sucking me deeper within, and then she works my cock over, alternating her hands with her mouth. When she’s not sucking my dick, she’s licking and sucking my balls, but her hands and mouth stay busy.
If I’d been drunk earlier, I’m not now. She’s sobered my ass up in a way that I couldn’t anticipate. It feels so damn good, though. Damn good to curb all my responsibilities tonight. My business. My wife. My life. They’re all hazy memories right now.
When I explode into her mouth a few minutes later, and she drinks me down, those things aren’t even a fucking memory. They don’t exist.
***
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sharla asks, rubbing my back.
I glance at her over my shoulder. She’s lying in bed with the sheets pulled up over her breasts.
“I fucked up.”
“What do you mean?” I hear the tremble in her voice as her hand stills on my back.
“This was wrong, Sharla. It shouldn’t have happened. We both know that. We knew it last night when we were giving in to the pull. We knew it in all the weeks leading up to this as we’ve flirted, shared lunch, and worked late nights over dinner.”
“And yet, we did it. I don’t want you to look at what we’ve done as a mistake. It was a decision made by two adults, and we enjoyed every minute of it. No looking back. No regrets. Why would you have any?”
“I wasn’t there for my wife the way that I needed to be. My marriage crumbled, and I pulled you into the fray. I’m sorry about that, Shar. I got caught up in what used to be between us rather than standing firm on my principles and my love for her. I...it was a difficult time in my life, so I reverted back to what was a beautiful time in my life...with you,” I say, turning to face her.
She’s sitting up in bed now with the sheet still wrapped around her. Tilting her head sideways, she rests her hand against my face.
A beautiful smile takes over her lips as tears fill her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sharla. We can’t be what we once were, and we can’t even go back to what we’ve been here recently at work.”
“Don’t be,” she whispers. “I have enjoyed being in your life again. Our lunches. The talks we’ve had, and just being there for you. That friend you need and someone you could bounce ideas off. But I would be lying if I said that was sufficient. As much as I enjoyed being that person for you, I wanted so much more.”
“I know, sweetheart. You’ve always been an all-in person. We had our time, but for whatever reason, the powers that be deemed it necessary that we be sent our separate ways.”
“If by the powers that be, you mean our parents, then I agree. Otherwise...”