Scandal

Chapter 10-2

IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE Sol arrived at my apartment. I no longer lived with my mother, though it may have benefited me to live under the same roof as her at that point. Would Roger have been as harsh with me if I had been under his nose at all times? So much for rebellion and freedom. I would probably have to accept the trust fund at that point because I would be out of a job with no new prospects. It actually alarmed me a little bit. Hopefully Roger would at least give me a letter of reference as he was kicking me out the door. Otherwise, I would really be screwed. Being fired from a company like Jacobs Empire would be a killer black spot on my resume. But I guess the whole world knew about my indiscretions now, and how many companies would hire a secretary who had tried to get it on with the boss? I groaned.

There was a knock, and I moved slowly over to the door, opening it even more slowly.

Sol didn't look happy, not one bit. “I'm sorry, Sasha. I should have called sooner. I wasn't thinking that you would be a wreck, but of course you would be.”

“It's okay. So it's bad, is it?”

“Well, he wants it over with. He wouldn't budge. He even threatened to can me as well.”

“You! You? My god, you run the company. Why would he do that?”

“Because he's an egomaniacal jerk. It's what he does best. Pushing people around and forcing them to do what he wants is his forte.”

“But he would really risk losing you because of me?”

“It seems that way.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’re going to work through this.”

“How? Sol, you can't be serious. You can't lose your company over me. I'm not worth it. I'm nothing. Less than nothing, really.”

He sighed, “I don't like when you talk like that. I don't want to talk anymore tonight, Sasha.”

“What do you want to do then?”

“This . . .”

He came to me and kissed me hard.

Was it possible that my heart was beating even more furiously? I thought it was going to burst through my ribcage and come through my chest. Thump thump thump. Oh god, I might even pass out. I was actually becoming incredibly horny as his tongue continued to play with my own. I pulled him down the hall towards my bedroom. When we got there, I pulled him to me.

He just stared at me, and I could tell he was feeling exactly the same way I was. He wanted me, and I remembered the last time we were together. God, that turned me on so much.

“So what should we do first?”

He flashed me a devilish grin that made me warm all over. “I'm going to do really dirty things to you.”

No one had ever talked that way to me before. It hadn't even occurred to me to request it or need it, but I certainly liked it now. Ever since I had met Sol, he had talked to me in that way. It was intoxicating.

He leaned in and slipped his hand around my neck, pulling me into him as his mouth claimed mine. His mouth tasted sweet and alluring. His lips were hot to the touch, and I moaned as he kissed me softly at first and then more feverishly as if he needed my mouth on his. His tongue slipped tangled with mine, and I claimed it. I sucked him slowly, tasting him before pulling away. He pulled me in again, his tongue finding mine and our kiss growing more passionate. His hand found my breast, and he kneaded it softly. He began pulling off my T-shirt and tossed it aside. He stopped kissing me momentarily to look down at my breasts, dying to be released from my bra.

“You are so beautiful.”

I smiled though all I could think about was what he looked like naked. He unclasped my bra and pushed me back until I reclined against my bed. His mouth found a n****e, and he sucked, nibbled, and licked it. I moaned softly as he replaced his mouth with his fingers, pulling on my n****e and causing an ache between my legs. The sensation was making my panties wet. He continued to play with my n*****s, and I moaned as pleasure built in my body. I reached down, massaging the front of his pants. I could feel his hard c**k straining against the material. He smiled down at me. “Do you want it?” he asked. “Do you want it in your mouth?”

I nodded, still made speechless by the things that came out of his mouth. I felt wanton around him, like I would do just about anything for pleasure, anything to have him please my body and give me what I wanted. He undid his button and pulled the zipper on his pants down. He brought his pants and his underwear down to his knees, his hard c**k bouncing free. He was so big, the sight always breathtaking to me. I sat on the bed, and he stood in front of me. I took his c**k deep into my mouth and sucked on it. His eyes closed as I sucked hard while I massaged his balls. My tongue swirled against his shaft and then around his tip. He moaned with eagerness, and I sucked him even more intensely.

“Oh god, you're good at this.”

I took his c**k deeper into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I moved up and down rhythmically, fluidly. His moans excited me, and I felt my p***y become even wetter. He pulled his c**k from my mouth and finished undressing. I followed suit, unfastening my jeans and slipping them off. I wore only a thong underneath, so it was easy to dispose of. He watched me undress, and he couldn't take his eyes off my p***y.

“Mmm, you look good. Maybe good enough to eat.”

I didn't hesitate to lean back on the bed and spread my legs. I wanted him between my legs, I wanted him to lick my p***y.

He dropped down before me and licked me slowly as if licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. It felt incredible as his tongue brushed the sides of my opening, sending a tingle rippling through my body. He took my c**t in his mouth and sucked, causing me to moan loudly as my p***y dripped for him.

“Oh god . . . oh god . . .”

He looked up and smiled, “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Oh god yes, it feels incredible.”

My p***y was dripping, and he was licking it up, tasting every inch of me. I felt the buildup coming. I was going to c*m right there.

“Oh god, oh wow, I'm going to cum.”

He was sucking on my c**t when he buried a finger in my p***y and started pumping away. It was too much, too much all at once, and I cried out softly as I had an orgasm so delicious that I wanted even more.

“How was that?”

I just grinned, desire written all over my face.

“Let me sit down, baby. I want you to sit on my c**k and ride it.”

I grinned, loving the sound of his words. I got into position, my back facing him, and I plunged myself onto his c**k. He was pushed right up against my G-spot in that position, and the feeling made me just about lose my mind.

I was rendered speechless, and I moved slowly on him. He felt fantastic, and I began to ride his smooth c**k even harder. He was moaning softly, and it was making me lose control.

“Mmmm, you sexy girl. You feel delicious. Ride my c**k good, baby.”

I moaned. His voice, his words, his c**k were all making me mad with desire. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he reached around and started playing with my c**t. It was almost too much to bear, I couldn't get enough. I was moaning softly, wanting to beg for more but feeling already totally possessed by him. My p***y was so wet. He was driving me wild.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” I gasped as pleasure coursed through me. I continued pumping on his c**k as another orgasm consumed me. “Oh god, Sol. Oh god, that feels so good,” I whispered my yearnings to him.

“I want to put my c**k in you and f**k you. It's my turn.”

I lifted myself off his hardness and waited to see what he had in mind.

His c**k, oh god, looking at his size made me horny all over again. I wanted to be f****d by him desperately.

I couldn't believe all that was happening. It was hard to believe, but I was loving every moment of it. He made my entire body throb until I wanted to beg him to release me. I needed him to give me the release I wanted, the release that I deserved. I wanted to be f****d over and over again by him. This was the kind of therapy I needed after a tough day at the office, screw therapy. The way to feel better was to be f****d properly.

I lay on my bed, and when he pushed my legs up over my head, my eyes widened. Thank god, I was flexible. But I did as I was told, my body weakened from pleasure. I was lying on my back, my legs spread before him and above him.

“Touch yourself for me.”

My eyes shot open. I shook my head. “I can't.”

“Yes, you can. I want to see you please yourself. It turns me on. And then after, I'm going to slide inside that wet p***y of yours and f**k you really good.”

Nervousness swelled inside my stomach. I had m*********d before but never in front of anyone. Regardless of that, I did what any s*x-hungry woman would do, and I spread my legs and slid my fingers through the wetness of my p***y. Moving up to my c**t, I massaged it with my finger. I grinded into it, closing my eyes as I enjoyed my own touch. I was sure my face was a bright red, but he didn't say a thing. In fact, when I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me, mesmerized by what I was doing. He looked up at me with fire in his eyes, and the look on his face energized me. It was like I was completely in control of his pleasure. I loved the feeling of controlling his lust, and I inserted two fingers into my p***y, moaning as slid in deep. I finger-f****d myself in front of him, watching a slow smile form on his face.

“That’s so hot.”

I moaned as I pleasured myself, taking my fingers out and swirling my juices around my c**t. I was throbbing all over, and I desperately wanted to be f****d.

“Please?”

“Please what, darling? Do you want some help?”

“I want you.”

“Then you can have me.” He positioned himself between my legs, pushing them up over my head again. He entered me slowly, and I gasped at how deep he went.

“Oh yes, this is nice. You're nice and tight baby. God, your p***y feels so good.”

The level of deepness in that position was crazy good. I leaned my head back, delirious with pleasure. He fit inside me perfectly, and I got a wave of pleasure every time he moved inside me. He began pumping a little faster, causing me to moan loudly. His c**k was perfect, and with the position we were using, he was in the perfect spot to hit my G-spot over and over again. My body built up once again, and I knew that he was going to make me c*m all over his c**k.

“c*m for me, baby. I can see it on your face. c*m all over my cock.”

I exploded then, doing as he asked, screaming loudly. I was spent, and yet he kept f*****g me slowly. He wanted to change position.

“You have such a nice ass, you should see this glorious view that I have.”

He slid inside my p***y hard. I cried out as pleasure overtook my body. I was on my back, but he positioned me so that his hands grasped under my ass, and he lifted me up and supported my weight. The only part of me on the bed were my shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned, enjoying every inch of his c**k as he pounded me over and over again. He leaned down towards me and spanked my ass. I cried out, realizing I had never experienced anything so sexy in my entire life. He pumped into me harder, waves of pleasure rolling off of me. I smiled up at him and stifled my moans as best I could as another orgasm ripped through me. I was having multiple orgasms with this man—how would I ever to return to normal s*x again?

“You have a real nice p***y, Sasha. I like f*****g you.”

I moaned, loving the way he was making me feel, but even more the way he talked to me.

He pulled out again and laid me back gently on the bed. He slid his fingers into my p***y and finger-f****d me for a bit, making me wet all over again, although at that point I was pretty soaked from all the f*****g. “I want you back on my c**k, baby. Sit on me again and ride me good.”

“You bet your ass, I will.”

He sat himself on the edge of the bed, and I positioned myself with my back to him again and slid his c**k inside me.

“There we go, darling. We’re going to go easy. That feels good, doesn't it?” I moaned in agreement. “Okay, here we go, just stay relaxed, don't tense up.”

I could hardly believe myself. What had ever possessed me to have s*x in such a way? God, I had wanted him so badly, and I still did. I was so sexually satisfied but yet still so horny I would have let him do just about anything to me. I was aching inside with want of him. I had never thought of having s*x in such a kinky manner before—it just never occurred to me to try such a thing. I hadn't realized the pleasure that could be experienced in such different positions. Sol wanted to bring as much pleasure to my body as I could stand.

I rode his c**k, feeling the delicious sensations spreading all over my body.

“Just relax, sweetheart, you’re tensing up. I can feel you hugging my cock.”

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, so I did as he said. As I pushed onto him a little more, I tried to relax and allow it to happen. He certainly felt huge when he was going in on this end. I felt full with him in my p***y, but I loved every moment of it. He then began to move his hips and meet my thrusts onto his c**k. He was trying to allow me to get used to more of him inside of me. I moaned as he picked up the pace, his smooth c**k gliding in and out.

“Are you okay, Sasha?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Does it feel good?”

“God yes. I love learning new positions with you.”

The thought of having a variety of positions available to me had never occurred to me before, but it was hot, and it was one of the things that I liked most about our s*x life. Riding on him in this way, he felt humongous inside me. He rocked into me slowly, continuing to meet my thrusts. I started rocking into him faster, letting the waves of pleasure crash into me repeatedly with not much break in between.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

He reached around and felt for my p***y. He rubbed my moist c**t, giving me added pleasure while he moved his c**k inside me.

“Okay, baby, I want you to f**k me good.”

I thought I would lose my mind at the words coming out of his mouth. He was sexy and experienced, and he was showing me a world I had never known existed. Or one that I had never imagined venturing into.

The whole length of his c**k slowly pushed inside me, causing my release of a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different feelings and sensations going through my body. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, and I desperately wanted another orgasm.

“I want more.”

I heard him chuckle, and he started pumping and thrusting his c**k into me. I was delirious with the pleasure he was giving me. I needed it, needed him.

What I didn't expect was for my p***y to become so wet. I was dripping, and I felt a familiar buildup. I couldn't believe I was about to c*m again. God, the thought was just too delicious.

“Sol, it feels good, it really does feel so good.”

“I know, baby. It's amazing, isn't it?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I'm coming again.”

My whole body shuddered as I came. He continued pumping inside of me, destroying all reason inside my mind. He was glorious, all of it was so incredible. The best s*x of my life was happening. The shudders ripped through my body, and I screamed his name.

“Oh Sasha, I'm ready, too, baby. I'm going to fill your pussy.”

I moaned, loving his dirty talk. He spilled his c*m inside me and collapsed on top of me.

I slid slowly off his c**k and knew for certain that I was going to be very sore the next day. But it was all worth it. I watched him rummaging around for his clothes that had fallen to the floor. Finding them, he quickly slipped into his underwear and jeans and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I slipped into my thong and noticed Sol was watching me dress. When I looked up at him, he smiled. I slipped into my jeans and then slid into my bra and put my shirt back on. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. My hands shook from the toll the orgasms had taken on my body. Would I ever be able to get enough of him, or was it always going to be this way? God, I hoped it was.

I giggled as I pulled him in for another deep kiss. Though I was sad to have the s*x end, we’d sure made some great memories in my bed, that was for sure.

“Let’s go to bed and cuddle, baby,” he said.

The next morning, I awoke feeling gloriously loved, nurtured, and satisfied. It was short lived, however, as I rolled over in bed and found that I was alone. Sol had left without saying goodbye.

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