“That’s right Olivia,” I say. Her deep breathing increases as I plunge further into her. When I’m all the way in, I take my time and pull out slowly. Then I start the process again.
“It hurts.” She says. “But it hurts good. Oh, Mr. Ford you make me hurt so good.”
“That’s right, precious.” I say, gritting my teeth and pulling her up closer to me so that I can play with her tits at the same time. “I love to make you feel good. This pussy is mine. I’m claiming it like I’m claiming you.”
“I love it.” She whispers and grips my hand on her tit. As her wetness builds it makes it easier to slide in and out of her. Pressing myself all the way in until her ass hits my stomach.
“Fuck you’re good at this.” I say, fucking her at a quick, even pace.
“Because I love your cock inside of me.” She says. The scent of her shampoo mixed with the tight pressure on my cock is almost too much to bear.
“I’m going to come Olivia. I’m going to come inside of you so hard and so deep that you’ll be pregnant as soon as the first drop explodes from my cock.”
“I’m going to come too.” She says. “Do it. Come in me.”
The rocket fire buildup from my cock explodes like the Fourth of July and before I know it, every ounce of built up desire I’ve had since the minute I saw this beautiful woman asleep on my couch explodes from deep inside of me.
Olivia rides my cock to completion, moaning and gyrating along with me. My vision blurs as I begin to recover. Not one drop of come is spared, I make sure every bit of it gets buried deep into Olivia’s womb. I collapse on her pulling her body close to mine. Her sweat tastes amazing on my tongue. Everything about this woman is perfect.
Except for the fact that she’s only mine for a few more hours.
“Olivia.” I say, my voice weaker than I’ve heard it in a long time.
“Yes, Mr. Ford.” A laugh huffs out of my lips, surprising me. “You can call me Max.”
“Ohhhh.” Her sweet, sing-song voice is music to my ears. “I love that name.” She clears her throat dramatically. “Yes, Max?”
“That was fucking amazing.” I brush her hair from her shoulder and plant a kiss on her soft flesh.
“Yes, it was, Max.” She turns to face me. “Yes, it was.” She whispers, her lips tickling against mine. I press my mouth against hers, gently, fatigued. I want more of her, but I didn’t know she’d take this much out of me. She’s weakened my defenses. That wall of control that I built up after a shitty childhood, she’s knocking it down.
And goddammit, I think I love it.
9
Olivia
The next morning,I sleep later than I have in ages. When I glance at my new phone it’s already ten o’clock. I throw the covers off of me, then throw them right back on. I’m buck naked in this amazing bed, but when I look at the pillow next to me, I’m alone.
Where is Mr. Ford? “Max.” I correct myself and press my fingers to my smiling lips. Last night was amazing. The first time was a little painful, but after the third time nothing felt better in my entire life. Of course, we probably did it so many times because he wanted to feel like he was getting his money’s worth. My smile fades at the thought.
Truth is that last night was great, but now it’s over. And Max is nowhere to be found. My shoulders slump, and I crawl out of bed, put on an oversized T-shirt from my duffel bag and head into the kitchen. Theemptykitchen.
And I thought we made a connection…
There’s a tray of pastries and a fancy takeout container of hot coffee. Next to the breakfast delights sits my worst case scenario: a thick, padded envelope with my name on it. I will not cry, I will not act like this effects me in any way. A deal’s a deal and now I can afford an amazing apartment with plenty of wiggle room to find a job that pays well.
I take a deep breath and slide my finger under the seal. As suspected, it’s filled with hundred dollar bills that add up to the agreed amount, twenty-four thousand dollars. There’s not even a note to accompany it.
My stomach turns. Well, he did write, “love.” This business transaction, however makes me want to barf and even these rich, delectable pastries can’t put me in a good enough mood to walk away from this unscathed. I expected to leave with my pockets full, but I didn’t expect to leave with my heart full as well.
But that’s life, right? Filled with disappointments. The key is to keep moving and don’t let anything break you. The problem is that knowing my time with Max is over, I feel quite broken.
After a long, hot shower I pack my duffel. I only keep the red dress that I wore last night. The less I have to remind me of Mr. Ford, the better. New life means leaving the past behind.
I zip up the bag and reach into the front pocket, but the picture of my mom is gone. Oh no. My brain goes haywire, I go crazy searching the room. I know for a fact that’s where I put it.
It’s not under the bed, in the closet, or anywhere in the living room. I can’t have lost it? There’s no way. It’s the only thing I have to remember her by.