Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire (Single and Sassy in the city Book 2)

Ethan

I can still taste Sarah on my lips. She’s sweet and fragrant, and I want to bury my head back in her pussy, but I know that I can’t. She’s looking at me with big, wide, sultry eyes, and her lips are still parted. The way she screamed my name made me harder than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I know I need a release.

‘What would you like me to do, sir?’ she says in a teasing voice, and I narrow my eyes at her, wondering if she knows just how sexy she is at this moment. This is a side of her I never expected to see, and I love how she surprises me.

‘I think you know what I want you to do,’ I say, nodding toward my crotch, and then I pause. ‘If you want, of course.’

‘Oh, I want. Very much.’ She giggles slightly and shifts so that she can grab the front of my briefs. I think she’s about to pull them down, but instead, her fingernails trace right along the length of my cock, not too rough, but rough enough so that I can feel it. ‘You are going to drive me crazy, my sassy Sarah.’ I grab my briefs, pull them down, and have them join my pants on the ground. She gasps as my cock springs free and straight up into the air. I can’t help but smile as she looks at it, all seven and a half inches, thick and juicy. I know she’s impressed. Most women are. Though, the way she’s gazing at me makes me feel proud. She eyes me for a few moments; her face is glistening, and she’s smiling widely. Not playing sultry games. My heart twists for a second, and she winks. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing to me. There’s no way she can know because I barely even understand the emotions I’m feeling.

‘Whoa,’ she says, licking her lips. Her fingers find my girth and she moves them up and down.

‘Oh, fuck,’ I say, as her cool palm encloses on my skin, and she squeezes slightly.

‘Do you like this, sir?’

‘Don’t call me sir,’ I bark at her as I look down. ‘I’m Ethan.’ Little does she know, I’ve been intrigued by S and M and dominance, and I have a particular fantasy of being a schoolmaster. Although, I’m not about to admit that right now.

‘What if I want to call you sir, Mr. Rosser?’

‘Do you get off on that?’ I ask her, wondering if she’d dress up in a short skirt and tight top. ‘Do you get off on the fact that your boss just made you orgasm?’ Would she like me to take her over my lap and spank her?

‘Well, I don’t know if I get off on the fact that my boss made me orgasm, but I did get off, so there’s that.’ She watches her hand moving on my cock for a minute. ‘Now, you can get off with your employee making you orgasm.’

I study her for a couple of seconds, then her lips move down, and I feel them on the tip of my cock, sucking gently. Her tongue licks the pre-cum off my tip, and I know that whatever happens next is going to be amazing. She pushes me back so that I’m lying flat back on the mattress. I stare up at her as she runs her fingers across my chest and plays with my nipples. My cock’s not getting the attention it was before, but I know it’s coming.

Her hair hangs down by the side of her face, and I reach up again and touch the side of her cheek softly. She looks at me in surprise, and I shake my head. Her lips are pink and parted, and I watch as she kisses down my chest toward my cock again and then takes me in her mouth. She’s bopping up and down, her breasts jiggling underneath her, and I know that I’m not going to last very long. She takes me deep into her throat until she’s almost gagging, and I reach back and grab her hair and pull it away so that I can see her face. Her eyes are concentrating on her task at hand, but I can tell she’s enjoying it from the way she’s moaning.

‘Stop,’ I say as she continues her up-and-down motion, taking all of me into her throat, and that’s when I feel it building. I grow even harder, and I know I’m about to explode. I try to push her away before I come, not knowing if she wants to swallow or not. It seems that she doesn’t care because she doesn’t stop, and then I feel myself exploding hard and fast. I groan and grunt, and she seems to love it because she continues bobbing her head up and down, taking every drop of my cum into her mouth. She continues for a couple of seconds and then looks up at me, licking her lips. ‘Didn’t realize I was so hungry,’ she says, and I growl as she winks at me. ‘I may look like a dowdy librarian, but that doesn’t mean I am one.’

‘Fuck,’ I say, glancing at her. ‘That was hot.’Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

‘I know,’ she says. ‘It was hot for me, as well.’

I pull her up toward me and kiss her on the lips. She presses her body down against mine, her breasts against my chest, her leg curved over my leg. I reach down and caress her back and squeeze her ass cheek, my fingers going down toward her pussy and her thigh. I can feel she’s trembling, and my cock begins to stir again beneath her stomach. ‘You’re fucking hot, you know that?’

‘You said that to me multiple times, and I have to say, I do appreciate it.’ She grins. ‘You’re not so bad yourself, Ethan.’

‘Oh, so now you call me Ethan?’

‘I mean, I can go back to sir, if you want me to.’

‘You can call me whatever you fucking want,’ I say, kissing her hard. ‘So, what’s that jingle you’ve been working on?’ I ask her as I push her onto her back and run my fingers down her stomach, toward her pussy again. She looks at me in surprise.

‘We’re talking about work now?’

‘We can fuck and talk about work. My two favorite things.’

‘Fuck?’ She blushes. ‘But we’ve both come already.’

‘Oh, we’re just getting started, honey.’ I grunt because there’s no way that I’m not going to fuck her. I just need a little time to get hard again so that I can last and give her the fucking of her life. Because now that I’ve heard her scream once, I want to hear it over and over again. She blinks, and I can tell she’s not sure what’s going to happen. ‘Let me hear the jingle.’

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and then nods. ‘So, this is something that was in my head for the Rosser Home Goods jingle,’ she starts and then pauses.

‘Okay, I’m listening.’ My fingers trail up and down her stomach, and I reach over and kiss her collarbone.

She starts singing, ‘Rosser Home Store. Rosser Home Goods is the store for all your needs. We got lights, very bright. We got nails, don’t catch it in your tail. We got floors, for even outdoors, and we got grass for your ass.’ She laughs, and I am bemused.

‘That was cute,’ I say. Then, because I feel she should know, I tell her how beautiful her voice is. ‘You’ve got talent,’ I say. ‘You can carry a tune.’ I don’t know why I’m so surprised, but her voice is melodic and beautiful.

‘Carrying a tune doesn’t mean you have so much talent that you’ll make it as a star.’ She sounds rueful, and I realize that this is important to her. I also realize she lacks self-confidence, which makes me sad. ‘It just means that you took a couple of voice lessons, and—’

‘Don’t put yourself down. You’ve got a nice voice. Have you ever written anything else?’ I ask her, and she blushes.

‘I’ve written a few songs, maybe.’ She looks away and looks down. ‘Or maybe a couple hundred, but trust me, they aren’t all that.’

I grab her chin and turn her face toward me again. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed. I showed you my art. I’m no Picasso.’

‘You’re pretty close though.’ Her eyes light up. ‘You’re really good.’

‘I’m okay, but my point is that just because I’m not Picasso doesn’t mean I don’t have any talent. Or that I couldn’t sell some art to someone. You might not be at the level of a major pop star right now, but you’re still amazing. I’d love to hear one of your songs, if you’d like to share it with me.’

‘I mean, I guess. Ella and Isabel are always saying that if I want to become a singer-songwriter, I should share more. I think they were talking about karaoke nights and stuff, but…’ Her voice trails off, and I can see she’s debating whether or not to share with me. I hope she trusts me enough to share one of her pieces.

‘But I’m here, and I’m as good as any karaoke night,’ I say to her, hoping she will sing one of her songs because I really want to hear it. More than should be legal.

‘Okay.’ She nods slowly. ‘But I’m a little bit nervous, so I might close my eyes and pretend you’re not here, if you don’t mind.’

‘It’s okay, as long as you don’t mind me doing this,’ I say as I slip my fingers between her legs and gently rub her clit.

‘Mmm,’ she moans. ‘I think that might be distracting.’ She whimpers, and her legs widen. I grin as I slip a finger inside of her. Her body shakes as I add another finger. I love the effect I have on her. My thumb rubs her clit, and she moans. ‘I’m not going to be able to concentrate if you do that.’ She can barely talk through her moans.

‘Oh?’ I say, moving slightly, so now I’m hovering over her. I grab my cock and rub it against her clit, and she moans again. ‘What about if I move my thumb, and it’s just this?’ I say as I pull my fingers out.

‘I don’t know,’ she moans. ‘Oh, fuck, Ethan.’

I grin as I glance down at her; her blue eyes are practically begging me to take her, and I want her. I could thrust into her right now, but I want to hear her sing. ‘What do you want?’ I ask softly.

‘Fuck me,’ she says. ‘Just fucking fuck me.’

‘I will if you sing for me,’ I say, nudging the tip of my cock slightly into her opening.

‘You better never call me a tease,’ she says, shaking her head. ‘You’re the tease.’

‘No, not right now. I’m not. Let me hear your song.’

‘Fine,’ she says, and she closes her eyes. She hums slightly, and I listen to the melody, nodding my head to the beat. ‘Swim in the ocean,’ she sings. ‘That’s what you told me to do, swim in the ocean, and you said I’d be coming home to you. But what you didn’t tell me is that the nights will stay long, and the water is cold, and you are still gone. Sometimes, I swim in the ocean, and I think of you, but there’s not really anything else I can do.’

She pauses, and all I can do is clap. ‘That’s beautiful,’ I say. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at me. I can see she’s trying to figure out if I am being honest and sincere, and I am. ‘That was really touching.’ I press my finger to her lips, then lean down and kiss her again. ‘You’ve really got a beautiful voice. You’re really talented.’

‘Oh, it’s just something I do for fun. It’s not like I expect to be a singer-songwriter or anything,’ she says, and I realize that’s exactly what she wants, and I know she has the talent to make it. I wonder if I should tell her about the entertainment section of the company we’re about to open. I wonder if I should tell her I would love to sign her, though a part of me would be sad because I know she can make it. I know she’s got the talent, and she’s beautiful, but if she makes it, she’ll leave Rosser International. She’ll leave the copywriting department. She’ll most probably go on tour and travel the world, and then I’ll never get to see her.

‘So, are you going to fuck me yet?’ she asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I blink as I look down at her. She has no idea what I’ve been thinking. ‘You really want this, huh?’

‘As long as it’s not breaking any policies,’ she says, and I know neither one of us cares about that anymore. ‘Seeing as we’re not dating or anything.’

‘We’re not dating,’ I say as I adjust my cock and bring it to her opening again. ‘We’re not fucking dating at all,’ I say as I thrust into her. She cries out as I move in and out of her. She’s wet and tight and feels like fucking heaven. I know that I’m making a huge mistake. I know that this is the last thing I should be doing. I know, dating or not, this is definitely breaking the no-fraternization policy at the company, and I don’t give two fucks. More importantly, I feel like I’m fucking someone I like, which might be even more dangerous.

I watch her breasts as they bounce back and forth, and she wraps her legs around my waist. ‘Fuck, yeah,’ I say as I pump into her. ‘Oh, fuck,’ I shout, ‘just so you know…’

‘Yes, Ethan?’ she gasps, holding on to my shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging into my back as I continue to slam into her.

‘This is not going to happen more than five times,’ I say, and surprisingly, she starts laughing. The sound makes me smile, and I pause, cock deep inside of her. ‘What’s so funny?’ I ask as I lean down and kiss her on the lips.

‘Who says I want it to happen five times, Ethan?’ she says, shaking her head. ‘Once is good enough for me.’

‘That’s what you think,’ I say, growling as I thrust into her harder and faster. I grab her ankles, pull them up over my shoulders, and pull her down so that her ass is against my upper thighs. I pull out, and she whimpers at the loss of me, and then I slam back into her. Her pussy is wetter than it was when I was eating her out, and I know that neither one of us is going to be able to recover from this anytime soon. ‘If you don’t think you’ll want it more than once, we don’t even have to do it,’ I say as I pull out again and rest the tip of my cock against her clit.

‘Shut up,’ she says, ‘and fuck me.’

‘I love it when you talk dirty to me, Sarah.’

‘And I love it when you fuck me, Ethan. And please don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything from this,’ she says, shaking her head. ‘Except another orgasm.’

‘Coming right up.’ I growl as I grab her ankles and thrust into her hard and fast.