“Yes,” I admit, my heart bubbling over with happiness.
“Are you happy?” Her voice is oddly expressionless, as if she is afraid of my answer.
“Yes, yes, I am,” I say quickly.
She sighs. “Oh, Sofia. I love you so much.”
“Me too,” I say, my eyes flooding with new tears. “Lena, I’ve got something to tell and show you when I see you.”
“What is it?” she asks, her voice instantly flooding with anxiety.
“It’s not a bad thing. I thought it was, but it’s not. It’s all okay.”
“Are you sure?” she asks uncertainly.
“Yes, I’m very sure.”
“What time do you want me to send Rodger to pick you up?”
“Can I call you back after I have spoken to Jack?”
“Okay. Just call on my mobile because I have to pop into the village soon. Do you want anything from there?”
“No.” There is not a thing I can think of at the moment except Jack in my bed waiting for me.
“How about one of those cream cakes from the bakery?”
“Okay,” I say with a laugh.
“Chocolate or strawberry?”
“Chocolate.”
“All right then. Call me when you know.”
“I will. Lena?”
“Yeah.”
“Did Mika miss me last night?”
“Badly. She refused to stop crying. I had to bring her into our bedroom before she stopped, but when I woke up this morning she was curled up at the bottom of our bed and sleeping peacefully,” she says.
I laugh. “Next time I’ll bring her down with me.”
“Brilliant idea,” she agrees.
“All right then. Speak to you soon.”
“Oh, wait a minute. Irina wants to say hello.”
Irina comes on the phone and babbles something to me and I babble right back to her. As I put the phone down I feel my heart swell with all the love I am surrounded by.
I pull a throw from one of the armchairs and drape it around my body as I walk back to the bedroom. I stop at the doorway. Jack is lying naked on the bedcovers. His dick is so hard it is at right angles to his body. He raises his eyebrows.
“What?” I ask coyly.
“What’s with the blanket?” he asks, and there is that look in his eyes again.
I shrug.
“Don’t you want me to see your pussy?”
My heart starts racing with excitement. I nod.
“In that case …” He crooks his finger and I walk towards him and stand by the side of the bed. Reaching under the throw, he slides his hand up my thigh. “Open,” he commands.
I spread my legs and he slips a finger into me. I moan. He moves it in and out of me, as if testing for slickness.
“Are you going to fight me about the blanket?” he asks softly.
I shake my head.
“Good. Lose it.”
I grasp a handful of material and pull it off my body.
He growls with satisfaction, his eyes greedily watching his finger plunging in and out of me. He takes his finger out, feeds it into his mouth and sucks it while pre-cum leaks from him. I bend my head and lick his thick cream. Like for like. He smiles.
“Get on your back and open up for me,” he says.
I do as he asks. Grabbing his cock, he rubs the massive tip in my wetness before thrusting in. I cry out at the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he snarls.
Holding still inside me to allow me to adjust to his size, he lowers his face and sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. My hips jerk upwards to accommodate more of him and he begins to rut away. The headboard smacks the wall with each hard slam and I groan loudly at each pass.
“You like me to cum in your sweet cunt, Princess?’
I moan and his hips thrust faster.
The bed rocks like a boat in the ocean. Small, weird, animal-like cries come out of my mouth, but I can’t stop them and I don’t care to. I’m about to have my fifth climax. My thighs clench his cock as my body arches off the bed. The tip of the iceberg breaks and the whole damn thing crumbles into the sea in one giant show of fierce heat and pure ecstasy.
He thrusts as hard as he can and climaxes deep inside, filling me with his warm seed.
Twenty-seven
Jack
I’m too old to be so fucking insane for a girl, but I can’t bear the thought of letting her go. I feel as horny as fuck, even though I’ve just fucked her in the shower. I want her to stay in my bed this night and every night from now on, but she tells me she needs to go back.
Her puppy misses her!
Fucking hell, I miss her.
Anyway, we agree that she’ll go back and get her dog and the three of us will spend the weekend together. But I hate the thought of her going back to Cheshire. I mean, any random man could be looking at her, touching her. A red haze fills my brain at the thought of another man touching her.
Fuck, see what I mean by going insane for a chick.
I’ve got an eleven o’clock appointment that I’ve already missed and my secretary/receptionist is droning on in my ear about it.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in time for the 11.30,” I tell her.
I let her chew my ear off for a bit more. She deserves it for putting up with some of our patients, and she’s probably taken a bit of shit for my missed morning appointments. Besides I’m in an excellent mood this morning.
“I’m thinking of giving you a raise,” I say.
She stops mid-sentence. “How much?”
I laugh. She’s Irish all right. “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”
“I’ll be sitting right here waiting,” she comes back crisply.
I ring off still smiling.
“You seem to be on really good terms with your secretary,” Sofia comments.
“Yeah, we get on.”
“Oh, so how old is she?”
Is she fucking jealous? The idea is intriguing. “Hmmm … not sure,” I say softly, “but she looks good for her age.”
Her eyes widen, and I see the flash of jealously that she can’t hide. It makes my cock jerk. I hate (as in I’d rather be boiled alive) jealous women fucking clinging on and checking up on me, but right now I can’t get enough of her jealousy. I want to see her hurt for me.
Her eyes dull and she quickly drops her face, her beautiful hair sliding forward to cover her cheeks, and instantly I feel bad for teasing her. Just knowing she can hurt for me is enough. I never want to cause her even a moment of hurt. She’s suffered enough in her short life.
I pull her towards me and her body molds to mine. I put a finger under her chin and lift it up. “Karen’s happily married and she’s not my type, anyway,” I tell her.
The sparkle comes back to her eyes. “Oh yeah?”
I kiss her cute nose. “Yeah.”
“What’s your type then?” she asks, licking her bottom lip. Heavens above, my girl is flirting with me.
I grind her hips so she can feel my rigid cock. “I’m looking at her.”
“I never dreamed it could be like this,” she whispers.
“Neither did I,” I confess.
She looks up at me with her mouth slightly parted, and God knows what it is about this woman, but I have to fight not to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, or better still take her against the wall. Standing sex. We haven’t done that yet. So many things we haven’t done. But I got my stupid 11.30 appointment with another pointless celebrity waiting for me.
Then she bites her bottom lip. The little minx did that purposely.
“Stop doing that,” I growl.
Her eyes go big. “What this?” she says, and bites it again.
Oh, fuck. I’m in so much trouble. All I want to do is stuff my cock into her lush mouth. Fuck my 11.30. I’ll reschedule and work through my lunch hour on Monday, or something. Anything.
I grip my Princess’s hips tighter and push her body away
from mine.
“What are you doing?” she asks innocently, but her eyes are glazed, the pupils massive. She’s so turned on I can smell her pussy. The scent is actually driving me crazy.
“It’s your fault I’ve got an erection. So get on your knees and suck me off,” I tell her as I unbuckle my belt and take my cock out of my boxers.