ALEX — DOES SHE WANT CAKE?

All I could manage to say is “Yeah.”

I look at her and see that she has already dosed off. I stop holding my breath and let out my heavy breathing. Not like she has not performed all those tricks on me before, but hell, my head is hammering. Okay, FUCK IT, it’s really my chest that feels like it is going to crack open. Managing to hold Nicole tight, I lean over and grab my t-shirt from the floor and use it to dry her sweat drenched back. Then I pull the hood off my head and the bed covers over us and I hold her tighter. I pull her up a little more and glide my fingers into her hair. I stroke that thick silkiness. Nicole keeps her hair long, mainly to put it up for work. I don’t think she does anything with it except wash it and blow dry it with that crazy expensive dryer that supposedly dries it faster. I remember how happy that made her. All I know is I love petting her hair and love how it feels between my fingers, cool, slippery, dense silk. She’s never let a guy pick her up, not that there’s been a shortage of attempts. And she had dinner with him? What the fuck?? She wiggles a little on me and I’m already swelling again. I stroke her cheek softly. And her eyes open a little and her mouth widen in a smile.

I tried to control myself, but I blurt out “Who was he?”

She peeks up at me and shrugs, “I don’t know, some guy, in a suit.”

“Did you know him?”

“Uh, NO.”

“But you had DINNER with him?”

“Yeah. Well, not like the whole dinner, just a main course.”

“Did he touch you? Did you want him to touch you??” I’ve about started losing my mind now. I’m not making sense, not even to my own ears. I sound like a nutcase.

Nicole pushes herself up on me and looks at me with those research lab eyes.

“Yeah, of course he touched me. He’s a guy, sitting down to dinner with a woman primed to be fucked.” She pauses, and then in a very cool voice, “I enjoyed his attention.”

She lifts an eyebrow at me, challenging me. I admit I’m an asshole; I want and get my cake but haven’t been able to reconcile her having hers if she wants it. Does she want it? I don’t even really know if she wants it. What is it all that she wants? Hell, after all this time, I still haven’t figured her all out. But I know that look; she is going to play me and make me pay.

“Do you want details? So you can work on your little issue?” She grasps my cock in a vice grip.

I think I shook my head no. I am actually scared about details but you know how you can’t help but touch the fire anyway? That’s me alright. Me and my dick. Fire? No problem, we’re in.

She continues in that Pied Piper purring voice, “He put his hand under the table and stroked my knee over my dress. Then he stroked my thigh. First over the dress, then under the dress. Pretty much kept his hand there the whole time, just on my thigh, playing with little bits of leg between the webbing of my stocking.”

I gather her with both arms and press her cheek against my chest. I want to shove my cock into her mouth to shut her up. But her hands grip me tighter, holding me between us.

“Remember how wet I was already? I guess he deserves a little credit.”

I howl then, howl at the burn of the fire. I think I push Nicole onto the mattress face down and haul her hips and ass up. I’m in her cunt, in her deep. Fucking her like the dog I am. Her hair in my fist and her head pressed down by my palm. I am not sure how I next manage to get lube into her. I pull out of her lava hot pussy and ram myself into her ass. She screams; her cries spur my tempo. I bring my palm violently down on her ass cheek; she arches. I spank her harder, she thrusts back at me, catching then keeping up with my lunatic pace. Together we arrive at the sacred junction, shared only between us. Where she is purely mine, and I am solely and utterly hers.