His Desire

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I am at the intersection, and the lights have changed from red to green a few times. I am frozen in time. Lost, don’t know where to go. My foot had its own will and was heavy on the accelerator; my hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, and I made a sharp turn to the right. To the right, but it must be wrong or at least a bad idea. I pull up to the front of his house. I sit in the car and gaze at the home, its dim lights visible. What in God's will made me go here? Brian’s childhood home, Thomas's house. The anxiety is touchable. I am lost in time and space as I zoom out. I am staring at the house, yet I see nothing.

Out of nowhere, there is a knock on the window of the car. I jumped out of fear and turned to see who it was. Thomas was standing there in his robe, tied tightly but with a V cleavage. I see his gray chest hair, curly and enticing. I lift my eyes to his face, and I see concern written on his face. He opened the car door and held out his hand for me to take. I take his hand, and I look at our hands. We walk inside. He takes me to the living room, where I gratefully accept a drink. We haven’t spoken a word yet. It’s like he knows something is wrong, and I need time to calm down and get my thoughts in order. After three drinks, my mind is fuzzy. We sit side by side on the sofa. He speaks, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t tell you, it’s about your son and it’s wrong to tell you.”

“Come on, you know I always loved you more than my son. I know he is not a good man, but you love him, I know that. And that is the best part, a good woman like you loving him.”

We sit in thick silence. I’m unsure whether I can talk to him about his son. How could I explain or tell him what Brian did to me?

Minutes pass, and I get more lightheaded. I take a last sip of the drink for strength. I hear a heartwarming chuckle.

“Cupcake, that was my drink.”

He doesn’t look angry, only amused. I smile and say,

“Thank you, Tom. Is it like I kissed you now, when we've been drinking from the same glass?”

I regret my words as soon as they leave my lips.

He looks stern; the corner of his eye is twitching. The tip of his tongue is nervously wetting his bottom lip. Is that what he wants? A kiss? I am too tipsy to know right from wrong. I lean in and kiss him. He sits still like a wooden board. Rock-hard muscles embrace me. Aww, my god, I never noticed him being this fit. He lifts me and carries me to his bedroom. He holds me gently as if I were something valuable.

“Angelica, I know you and I are groggy from all the booze, but please say no, otherwise I will kiss you, and I don’t know if I will be able to stop there.”

I must be out of my mind. I act on desire. I want him, and I need him now. Before I know it, my lips are on his. I moan,

“Please, Tom. I need you.”

“I love it when you say my name. Cupcake, I will always give you whatever you want. I can never say no to you. I want you more than I should.” I feel like a dirty old man for wanting her.

I feel dizzy as I close my eyes. I don’t know how or when he got my dress off me. I remember being in a rush when I dressed at home and never put on a bra. I only have my new lacey panties. He groans as his eyes roam over me and latch onto my n****e. They respond immediately and hard like small diamonds. His hands are massaging my breast, and he says with a hoarse voice.

“You have perfect small t**s. I don’t like them too big like Jelena’s. Yours are perfection.”

I get stiff at hearing the mention of his wife’s name. He felt it.

“Don’t worry, cupcake. I know she’s unfaithful. Just focus on what you want and how it feels.”

I won’t f*****g tell Angelica about the disgrace that my wife and son are. My idiotic son f****d my wife at my 60th birthday party. Why shouldn’t I have a taste of his girlfriend? My little cupcake. If she only knew why I call her that. I turn her over and see marks all over her back, ass, and hips. I almost sobered up from the sight. It was a terrible sight to see on a beautiful woman like her. My f*****g asshole for as son, no one else would be heartless enough to do that to her. I caress her softly, not to hurt her. I can’t say I know this brought her to my doorstep, but it sure looks like it.

Every mark looks fresh. If it is, I will show her how a real man loves a woman. I want her to feel my touch all over her body for days. She’s a meowing wild cat as I eat her p***y from her back to her jeweled clit. It makes me smile, naughty little woman with p***y jewelry, I love it. She holds my head in place and rubs herself against my face. I work my tongue over her clit and down her p***y all the way to her back door. I try my luck at a tiny lick there, too, she moans even louder. Yes, she loves everything I do to her. She begs me not to stop. I go back to sucking on her clit as I fill her p***y with my fingers. I f**k her p***y with my fingers, I need to see what she looks like as she comes on my fingers. She's chanting my name as she comes. Jesus Christ, she's gorgeous when she comes. Aorable, just after when she's blushing with embarrassment.

“I am sorry I couldn’t help it.”

“I love to see your sweet juices on my fingers. I know I shouldn’t ask, but I am going to ask anyway. Was it your first orgasm?”

A quick flush of humiliation is on her face. Then she admits what I have suspected. “Brian doesn’t care if it feels good for me or if I come.” My son is a disappointment, can't even satisfy a woman properly.

I caress her long, soft hair and follow it down over her breasts. I pinch her n*****s softly and kiss her as she moans, I swallow up her sounds. I didn’t mean for her to be ashamed or lose her passion. I gently press my cook at her entrance but give her time to say no. I don’t want her to regret anything we're doing. I am not a monster. I always wanted her, but I will not take anything she doesn’t want to give me. I had my fantasies of her and me for nearly five years. I want her to want me and this as much as I want it. She looks me deep into my eyes; it feels like she sees my soul. “Muffin, please, I need you. Don’t make me beg, but I will if you want me to.”

It’s all I needed to hear. She not only wants this but also needs it. I do need this, I want it badly.

I slowly, achingly slowly, press on the entrance of her p***y. It welcomes me in. My d**k get sucked in. God, the feeling of being inside her. I try it slowly, moving in and out in shallow thrusts a few times before I take her deeper and deeper. I am as deep in her p***y as I can get and tilt my hips at the same time as I take her legs and place them on my shoulders. “Cupcake, get ready for a sensation I am pretty sure you never felt.”

All men talk big but never deliver. Tom has so far made me come hard. Brian never cares for my pleasure. The only time I get pleasure is when I take matters into my own hands. He gives me a moment as he gazes into my eyes and smiles. The smiles shine with mischief. It felt amazing when he moved slowly, in a way I had never experienced before in my life. I haven’t had many partners, but it's something different. His d**k feels so much better, good enough to get obsessed with him. He held my legs in place in a weird mix of gentleness and roughness to keep me in place. He starts to move slowly, it felt like something uneven rubbing me inside my p***y, I was thinking he had a condom on with rugged spots to make it feel better. But oh my f*****g god. He moves, and it feels so marvelous that I'm moaning more loudly than I ever have. He moves faster and faster, pounding in and out of me roughly, but somehow, it still feels gentle. I feel my eyes want to roll back in my skull from all the pleasure he is giving me. I can’t hold a single thought. I just want him to f**k me forever.

He cums too soon, he cums and fills me up and as he does he hold me tight. I feel like a cherished, delicate doll in his arms.

He lay down beside me. I decide to kiss him, and I kiss my way, all the way down to his cook. It’s when I feel it, god damn. Now I know one reason why he told me what he did. He has several piercings on his d**k. A Jacob's ladder on top of his cook and a Prince Albert in the tip of his d**k. Damn, that’s hot. I kiss his PA piercing and lick all the small traces of c*m.

“Come here, cupcake. Let me hold you. We only have four hours before we are going to the office.”

I feel cherished. I have my head on his shoulder, and before I know it, I am fast asleep.