I moved closer. Angelica’s perfume was intoxicating. A large vein on the side of her neck was pulsating steadily under her pale, creamy skin. She wore a low-cut, white shirt, tight fitting, black skirt, and heels.
“It’s good to meet you, Angelica,” I purred. “Louis Vuitton’s Symphony?” I asked as I moved closer.
Angelica looked surprised. I had a thing for fragrances. There was nothing sexier than a good-looking woman who cared about how she smelled.
“Impressive.”
“The fragrance suits you.”
If she was intimidated by my slow and steady advance, she didn’t show it. She stood very still and didn’t take her eyes off mine for a second. The beautiful woman had spunk.
“Thank you.”
“Can I get you a drink, Angelica?”
“I don’t think my boss would approve.”
“Do you always do the right thing?”
“Don’t you, Max?”
The scowl in her emerald eyes had softened a bit.
“Mostly. I don’t think your boss will object if the birthday boy asks him nicely. Do you?”
“One drink.”
Oh, yeah. She wants me.
* * *
The loud music and the sound of people talking and laughing lay just beyond the drawn curtains. Angelica and I were hidden from view behind boxes filled with bottles of whiskey and wine.
She’d indulged in the one drink, as agreed. Her empty discarded tumbler was perched alongside mine on an unopened case of alcohol. We hadn’t spoken much before I went in for the kill. We’d agreed, without speaking the words, that we were both hungry for the same thing.
My head was spinning as her scent permeated my nostrils. Angelica’s silky-smooth skin tasted heavenly as I explored her neck with my tongue. I reached under her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and slid my finger inside her wetness. She quivered as I stroked her hard clit. I was so hard with anticipation for her, it hurt.
Angelica gasped and moaned as I touched her.
“What do you want?” I whispered into her ear. “Say it. I want to hear you say the words.”
“Fuck me,” she said in a dreamy tone.
“How?”
“Hard. Now.”
I unzipped my pants, freed my ravenous cock, picked her up and slid her fast and hard onto me. She took in a sharp breath of pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” I breathed, then moved faster and more deliberately in and out of her warm pussy.
The feeling of being discovered was deliciously wicked. Angelica found my mouth with hers and kissed me with delightful urgency. She grabbed a handful of my hair and held on like she was riding a bronco.
“Make me cum, Max,” she begged. And so I did exactly that.
Angelica threw back her head and let out a satisfied howl when she climaxed. When she was done, I focused on my own orgasm. My knees buckled as I shot my load into her tight pussy.
My legs were shaky after the intense workout they’d had. I put Angelica down gently, then zipped up, sat down on a crate, and let out a sigh.