“More, Warren.” She pushes back as my finger thrust in, this time doing what my woman wants and adding an extra finger in her ass, scissoring my fingers before pulling out, knowing she’ll be good to take my cock as long as I go nice and slow.
“You ready, sweetness?” I stand up, my length still glistening with lube. I open the bottle again and pour some onto her puckered hole. A shiver wracks her body at the sensation.
“I’m waiting on you,” she throws out before her head drops to the mattress and she spreads her legs wider, giving me room to work.
“You keep your fingers working that pretty cunt while I claim your ass,” I demand, not wanting her to feel an ounce of pain. Pleasure is the only thing she needs to feel.
“Hurry.” Impatience overtakes her, but there’s no way I’m going to rush this.
“Fingers to your pussy, Halo, or this stops right fucking now.” I move the head of my cock to her ass, my hands holding the cheeks of her ass apart, and once I feel her relax a bit, I pull her body back, allowing the head of my cock to just sit inside the entrance.
“Oh God, it feels so good.” I move a little bit more inside her, knowing the mushroom-shaped head is going to be the hardest for her to take. Once she breathes out, I push inside her. The tightness around my cock is almost too much to take.
“Fuck, Halo. You feel good, too fucking good.”
“Are you in?” she asks, never stopping her fingers from sliding in and out of her slick cunt.
“Just the head. You good to take more?” I ask. She nods, long hair falling every which way as her body rocks back into mine.
“Yeah, I want more.” I slide inside, her ass taking another couple of inches of me until half of my cock is planted inside.
“Still good?” I’m slowly rocking in and out, being careful not to let the head of my dick pop out. Then we’d have to start this all over again.
“Yes.” It comes out as a growl. Clearly, she is getting impatient with me, so I take it up a notch, sliding to the hilt inside her tightness. The way she’s holding me, it’s as if her ass is as greedy as her cunt.
“Next time we do this, you’re going to have a toy inside your cunt. Maybe then you’ll let me take things slow and not try to push me to the finish line.” I pull out, then push back in. I can feel her fingers working her pussy, the thin membrane letting me feel every damn thing.
“Warren!” That sharp-pitched tone fucking rips at me. I try not to come until she does. Too bad she’s taking me right along with her.
“Halo,” I whisper her name across the shell of her ear, my body dropping on top of hers, doing so carefully.
“That was, yeah, I have no words.” Her hand reaches, grasping mine, squeezing it before letting it drop.
“You’re right about that. You lie here for a few minutes. I’ll start the bathtub and come back to get you when it’s ready.” I kiss the crown of her head, being careful as my softening cock slips out of her ass. She hums but doesn’t say anything else. It has me thinking that she’s finally worn out. Damn woman is insatiable, and I’m not complaining one fucking bit.
CHAPTER 17
Halo
“You don’t ever call me over this type of shit. Why are you doing it now?” I hear Warren say to Ash. He called five minutes ago. We were fresh out of the bath, where the water was hot but not too hot, with Warren sitting behind me, my body weak and languid. When he declared that I was done soaking, we moved back to the shower, where Warren washed every inch of me, including my hair. It was only fair to return the favor. This time, neither of us were reaching for one another with the thought of sex in mind. It was about sweet touches, soft kisses, and relaxing with one another.
“Well, since you walked in and left with the most reliable and best marketing agent, I figured you’d want to be the first to know I’m closing the office down on Monday morning. Even if the snowplows get the streets cleared, they’re predicting another three feet tonight. Never mind what the morning will bring.” I roll my eyes. Men can be so dense, mine included, which is what Warren is—my man. Something he had me admitting during one of the times he was buried deep inside of me.
Back to the task at hand, am I worried about how my co-workers will handle things? Definitely a yes. Am I apprehensive about Ash firing me? Slightly yes. It would suck and was one of the many concerns that plagued me at first. If I had to choose between my job and Warren, Warren would win hands down. My career has been impeccable—any other employees can vouch for that—and with things going towards remote working, I’m pretty sure I could pick up a job within a couple of weeks.