“Hi. You are very prompt. I like that,” she says smiling and causing me to grin. She leans in and kisses me quickly.
“Shall we?” I ask, holding my arm out to her.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” I say leading her to the passenger seat of my truck.
Once we are buckled in, I take off for St. Paul. There is a dinner theatre there that my niece Erika suggested. Thirty minutes later we are parked, and I help her down from the truck.
“This is where we are going?” It’s an Arabian themed dinner show.
“I love horses,” she says excitedly. Holding hands, we walk inside to our seats.
Throughout the show she is on the edge of her seat. I find myself staring at her, instead of the show. She is so fucking beautiful. She’s quiet on the way home but is fidgets with the hem of her dress.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, because I need to know.
“I was thinking about asking you to come up for coffee,” she says giggling. “You know how they did in the old movies,” she says.
“Coffee is that what they are calling it these days?” I ask, parallel parking in front of the building.
“Hagen,” she says, seductively dancing her fingertips over my forearm. “Come upstairs. My pussy needs you.”
“Does it, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says almost moaning.
Getting out of the truck we all but race up the stairs. I slam the door shut behind us and press her against it. Sliding her dress up I find her panty less pussy.
“You were without panties all night?” I ask growling.
“No. I took them off in the car,” she says pulling her black panties out of her little purse.
“You took them off in the car?” I ask quirking an eyebrow at her.
“They were wet. I slipped them off after you helped me into the truck.”
“You’re a bad girl, Missy. Bad girl indeed,” I lose control and rip her dress down the center, baring her to me. Her perky tits bounce. Pushing them together, I take both of her nipples into my mouth. She moans.
“Hagen, please.”
“You don’t ever have to beg me baby. I live to please you,” I say kissing her neck before taking her lips.
“Fuck me, Hagen.” Her voice is somehow both breathy and demanding. Fuck, I love her.
“Done,” I say lifting her into my arms and taking her to the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed and quickly shed my clothes. Between her legs, I slide my raging hard cock into her cunt and fuck her slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her nails dig in going down my back as she struggles to pull me even closer to her. Leaning down, I kiss her. Fuck, her pussy is amazing. I never want to leave it.
I feel her pussy flutter around my cock as I fill her with my seed. God, I need this woman by my side. I am starting to wonder how I managed without her for this long.
Chapter Four
Missy
Four weeks later
As I open the door to my restaurant, I smile like I do every day. Having something to call my own is exhilarating. I never thought I would own anything in my life. Let alone a diner made into my image. Thinking about it, I can’t help but think about the man who gave it to me. My husband.
At the mere thought of him, my body buzzes with acknowledgement. Last night he worked me over and made me cum screaming his name, until the early morning hours. Every night when we meet in the cottage behind his parents’ house or end up there after a date, I fall into his arms and my skin is electrified by his touch. The warmth of his love and being filled with is cock, is my very obsession. It doesn’t stop me however, from slipping out after he is sleep. And every night, when I make it back to the apartment, I ask myself why I left. And I keep coming up with the same answer: I don’t want to be my mom.
Fuck.
Get your head on right Missy. You need to take a break from all the heavy shit and enjoy the day. This is the mantra that I use to keep me going. Otherwise, I will crawl into a fetal position and cry. My heart is a mess and so is my head. They are both at war with one another and I can’t make them agree.
The day goes by rather quickly. I already have a few regulars. Though, I suppose in Bleak everyone is a regular. I think to myself smiling. His sister, niece, and their friends come in everyday to say hello and chat. It is nice to have other women to talk to. Dare I say, I am finally feeling at home here.
I look at the clock and realize I have about 30 minutes before I have to go. I made an appointment last week with an OB in town who is not related to Hagen. I have been cramping lately, but with no bleeding. The thought occurred to me that I might be pregnant. I mean it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibilities. Considering we consume each other almost every night.