Maybe just one time. All I needed was one time with Art, then we both could move on.
No, no, no! Don’t. Stop. Slap his beautiful face!
“I don’t want you. I want you to stop.” I lied to protect him and my boys, to protect my heart. Nothing good could come from us being together.
Fight back, Eve. Don’t waver.
Art reared back. “You don’t want me?” He stroked my pussy painfully slow, dipping a finger into my heat. “Answer me.” He ghosted his lips across mine. “Tell me to stop again, sweetness. If you mean it, repeat it.”
His intense sex appeal and charm weakened me. He was right. Age was just a number, but society wouldn’t accept us together. More than strangers shooting me dirty looks and talking about me behind my back, my sons held me back. They would never approve of Art and me.
What do I do? God, help me.
“I’m waiting for your answer,” he whispered in my ear.
“Make it fast, then you better stay the hell away from me,” I told him in a warning tone. “You only get me once, Art.”
He tugged my pants down, ripping off my shoe to free one leg.
I undid his belt and jeans, then took his hard cock into my hand. I nearly wept, relishing the feel of it in my palm. We’d been dancing around each other for almost a year. Then he’d cornered me in the pantry. I’d been able to ward him off, only letting him kiss me.
But I need him inside me.
Just once.
He handed me a condom to do the honors while he devoured my neck and fondled my tits. It wasn’t easy with all the stimuli he was throwing at me, but I managed to roll the latex onto his long, thick dick.
I lifted my leg, hooked it around the back of his thigh, and grabbed his face. “Only one time, Art.”
He plowed inside, knocking the air out of me. “Trust me when I say you’ll want more. You’ll come for me next time.” He kissed me deeply as he fucked me against the tile wall.
Art wasn’t as big or tall as Matt. Taking me against a wall would’ve never worked with my late husband—or Jack, because of his missing leg.
This was a new experience.
It was hotter than a roaring bonfire.
It was more than I’d ever imagined it would be.
I held onto Art, in awe of his beauty and youthfulness. I’d just become a damn cougar, letting a younger man have me. It wasn’t all his fault. I’d fallen for him when I shouldn’t have. He probably smelled my older-woman, lonely-widow pheromones a mile away.
He fucked me hard, knocking the air out of my lungs and making me regret crossing the line with him.
Art grunted each time he plowed into me. He was enthralling. Magnificent. Everything I ever wanted, if only he were ten years older.
“You’re mine, sweetness.” He crushed his mouth to mine.
I violently shook my head, but I kissed him back.
My orgasm formed, and a moan flitted out of my mouth. “I’m close. When this is over, you stay away from me.”
“Never.” He picked up his tempo and fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked. “This is only the beginning, Sugar.”
27
Ava
It had been several hours since Drew had left for church. I grew impatient as I took in the small sitting area in the suite that had become my home. I pictured Nana in her blue recliner engrossed in her show. My heart hurt.