The Unicorn

 

 

Three days later

 

Just call me Judas, because I must have killed Jesus Christ in my past life. That’s the only explanation to why this current clusterfuck is happening to me.

Three days ago, something amazing happened, probably the best fucking thing that’s happened in my entire life. Mary came over, intent on ripping me a new one. I had no clue that me fearing for my life would result in me coming in my pants like a tween, but I’d happily renounce my manhood if it meant Mary squirted all over my face again and again.

Yes, she’s a squirter, and she showered me with her musk, which I want to bottle and place on my pillow like a little mint. She is like a unicorn amongst hopeful, horny men, longing for that one day they’ll catch a glimpse of this magical creature. But I didn’t just take a peek, no, I was riding that unicorn, or rather, she was riding me.

I was like a starved beast, feasting on her until we both fell into a satisfied slumber, and we didn’t even have sex. She didn’t even touch my cock, and I felt like I’d been screwed six ways to Sunday. I slept like a baby, so ready to have morning sex with this anomaly, but when I woke, she was gone.

Poof! Gone into thin air.

Maybe I’d dreamt it, but her scent still lingered on my tongue, so I knew it really happened, but where was she? I waited, thinking maybe she’d gone out to get coffee. But an hour later, it was fairly obvious that unless she was getting coffee in Jamaica, she wasn’t coming back.

Not wanting to crowd her, I showered and got ready for work. I half expected her to be at the office, tearing up my carpet while I teared at hers. But she wasn’t. When AM became PM and I was looking at my phone like the antichrist, I knew Mary had done a me—she fucked and flew.

I felt so…dirty, yeah, I see the irony, but that soon turned into detachment. Whatever, we had a good time. I don’t know what I expected to happen. With that as my marching tune, I forgot about Mary and her magical vagina and focused on not focusing on her.

Day two I was fucking jacked up and jacked off. The least she could do was call. What if I’d suffered a concussion from her riding my face like a bull? But the radio silence was a swift kick to the balls, because I knew she wasn’t calling.

Mid-afternoon, I wondered if maybe I should call the hospitals. Maybe she was hurt? Maybe she was running with scissors? Or maybe she was dehydrated from all the water loss? I don’t know how many times I picked up my phone, the blank screen staring at me, a blatant reminder of what a pussy I was being.

I asked Keira to hide my phone in a place I’d never look, which she did. Twenty minutes later, I was begging she give it back. Of course there was a price to pay. She made me promise to take her out for dinner. At that stage, I would have agreed to sell her my soul. When she retrieved the cell from my jacket pocket, I knew it was time to fuck the day off with a bottle of whiskey and porn.

I was ready to wank Mary from my system, focusing on the busty blonde bouncing on my screen, but my dick went into hiding. I literally had to make sure it was still there. Maybe it was the porn. But after twenty-five different DVDs, one thing became apparent—my cock only comes out to play for Mary.

Done with the spectacle, I gave in and I called her. This was a first. When it went to voicemail, her message did what twenty-five pornos couldn’t—I got hard.

Hi, you’ve called Mary. Sorry I missed your call, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Oh, but if you’re a blond-haired asshole, whose named starts with Hunt and ends in screw you, lose this number. Beep.

I had to dial again in case I was hearing things, but nope, it was clear as day. I had managed to piss Mary off once again, but this time, it appeared she wasn’t giving me a second chance to show her just how sorry I was.

I racked my brain, attempting to figure out what the fuck I did to offend her. We passed out well spent on the sofa, so unless I offended her somehow in my sleep, she’s gone completely crazy. And what better person to talk about this insanity to than the one and only Dr. Dix.

“Hello, Susanna, you look positively ravishing. Is that a new sweater?” I say, waltzing into Dixon’s office. His loyal receptionist and forever bodyguard peers up at me from behind her desk. There is no sweet talking her, however.

“Dr. Mathews is currently with a patient, Mr. O’Shea. Can I take a message?” She peers at me over the top of her glasses, ready to chase me from the building if she sniffs a hint of corruption.

“I’ll wait,” I reply, placing my forearms along the counter and smiling sweetly. She purses her lips, but continues typing.

Looking at my watch, I see that it’s almost 12 p.m. Surely, he’s almost done. Wondering who is listening to the pearls of wisdom, I stand taller and strain my neck to look at Susanna’s computer. Not even making eye contact, she’s onto me and clears her throat.

If I wasn’t desperate, I wouldn’t be here, but I need someone to tell me what the fuck to do. Drumming my fingers on the counter, I whistle the tune to Mission Impossible while questioning if it’s too early for scotch.

I called in sick today because I literally feel like my stomach is eating itself and I can’t spend another day in limbo. “How long…”

Susanna holds up her finger, a silent warning that she’ll have no problems mounting my head as a trophy to these walls.

Dixon’s voice booms through the foyer. “I’ll see you next week, Ms. Tully.”

“Thank you so much, Dr. Mathews. I feel so much better.”

When I see just who Ms. Tully is, I know I got into the wrong business. Ms. Tully looks like Miss Universe. When she locks eyes with me, she rewards me with a wink. My shattered ego could do with the boost, so I lean on my cupped palm and give her a killer smile.

Dixon is behind her, slashing at his neck, but he can shove it. “Hello.” Ms. Tully batts her eyelashes.

My cock barely rises from its perpetual slumber. But even if it decided to stop wearing black and emerge from this state of mourning, Dixon, as usual, is the forever cockblocker. “Mr. O’Shea, it’s so wonderful you could make it.” It is? “The itchiness gone then? What about the rash?” The world has fucking lost its mind. “I told you chlamydia doesn’t have to be a crippling illness. The gonorrhoea however…” and he makes a pained face, while Susanna covers her mouth to stifle her laugh.

Ms. Tully’s smirk transforms to a disgusted frown as she makes a beeline for the door, leaving a trail of smoke in her wake.

“Nice, asshole,” I say, while Dixon grins.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at work?” As he takes a closer look at me, he rubs over his chin before sighing. Am I that obvious? “Ms. Vale, cancel lunch.” It appears so.

He doesn’t wait for me to speak, but instead turns on his heel and walks into his office. I follow. Once I step foot inside, I can’t help but laugh. Mary was so right. Such an old man’s cave. The thought of her leaves me breathless and I idly rub over my aching chest.

“What the fuck happened now?” he asks, sitting on the edge of his desk, folding his arms.

“Jesus Christ. I hope that’s not your lead in, ’cause if it is, I have no idea how you’re still in business.”

Dix rolls his eyes while I slump onto the leather sofa. “Hunt, whatever you want to say, just say it. You honestly cannot shock me anymore.”

Time to test that theory.

Casually crossing an ankle over my knee, I lean back and place my arm along the top of the sofa. “So, I have this friend…” Dixon pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. I ignore him. “Let’s call him…Hugh. Well, he had the most amazing thing happen to him a few nights ago. A woman named…Shortcake, she and Hugh have recently put their differences aside and played nice…but that’s the problem…they played too nice…” I wonder just how much I should share. Fuck it. He’s getting the uncut version.

“Played?” Dixon asks, cocking a brow.

I nod. “Yes. Hugh wore Shortcake out, and before he knew it, Shortcake wanted to…bake a cake, because she was ravenous. Hugh hand-picked Shortcake’s…strawberries. Actually, they were more like melons.” I lick my lips when remembering those pillows of perfection, but I need to focus. “But anyway, Shortcake begged Hugh to whip her cream and he did, twice, and before Hugh knew it, Shortcake was squirting cream all over his face. Hugh then whipped his own cream, which he spilled in his pants.” Dixon looks stupefied, but I continue. “They both fell asleep after their hunger was quenched, but when Hugh woke, Shortcake was gone. He didn’t think much of it, but it’s now three days later, and Hugh is wondering what happened, because he’s become addicted to Shortcake’s cream cake and is pretty certain he will slip into a hypoglycemic state if he doesn’t have another taste.”

Smirking, I breezed through that. Dixon has no idea this is me.

He blinks once, before opening his mouth and saluting his finger, but changes his mind at the last minute and seals his lips. I wonder if the hypoglycemic line was too much.

He peers up at the ceiling and takes three deep breaths. “You…” He raises his pointer, needing a minute. “You fucked Mary?” he gasps after a long pause.

“What?” I fake innocence, sitting forward, mouth agape. “Me? This is about my friend, Hugh.”

But Dixon doesn’t buy it and scratches over his brow. “You don’t even have a friend named Hugh! And whenever you use a food-inspired analogy, I get hives, especially when they are about fucking my fiancée’s best friend!”

I raise my eyes upward. “Calm down, you drama queen. I didn’t fuck anybody. Neither did Hugh. And Mary? I’m pretty sure I said her name was Shortcake. Were you even listening to me?”

“Then what the fuck happened? Hugh”—he uses air quotations to humor me—“just what? Whipped Shortcake’s batter and now she’s done a runner?”

I flick the side of my nose, before pointing my finger. “Now you’re catching up. Yes, that’s exactly what happened. Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why has Shortcake gone underground?” I ask without missing a beat.

“Because Shortcake probably realized what an utter idiot Hugh is and wishes she skipped dessert!” Dixon replies, pushing off his desk, dumbfounded.

My stomach sinks and I rub my chin. “Hugh doesn’t, and that makes him crazy, right?” The mood settles as Dixon can read my sincere confusion.

He walks over to where I sit and sighs. “Hugh needs to tell Shortcake how he feels. Just because they ate cake together doesn’t mean everything is going to be sweet.”

He’s right. The ache returns. “She makes Hugh physically ill. He wants to vomit whenever she’s three feet away.”

Dixon smirks. He’s so enjoying this. “That’s called love, my friend.”

I gag on air and thump on my chest to dislodge the obstruction. “No, it’s called losing one’s mind. The fighting Hugh can handle. He can’t handle the…” I pause, probing for the right word. “The constant sea sickness he feels.”

“They’re called butterflies,” Dixon says, filling in the blanks, while I wonder if maybe he needs a nap.

I recoil, twisting my lips. “What the fuck is that? Hugh is pretty sure it’s indigestion.”

He bursts out laughing, wiping the corner of his eyes. “Hugh is a fucking moron.”

Yes, yes he is.

No closer to figuring this out, I ask, “So, Shortcake is MIA because…” I gesture with my hands that Dix is to elaborate.

“Because maybe she got scared. Maybe she needs time to clear her head.”

I was hoping he’d say that, but her voice message—what a clear fuck you. “What should he do?”

Dixon sits down on the couch and drops his linked fingers between his splayed legs. “He should call her.” Just as I’m about to rebuke, he persists. “If he already has and she’s made it clear she’s angry at him and he has no idea why, then he needs to grow a pair and talk to her face to face.”

I cringe. That sounds like an awful idea. “What if he’s scared she’ll rearrange his face with a cheese grater?”

“Then he needs to get over it, man the fuck up, and fight for what he wants. The fact she allowed him anywhere near her…cake”—I grin. This analogy is fucking genius—“in the first place means she feels something for him too.”

My heart kicks against my ribcage. “Really?”

Dixon nodding is like witnessing a blind man regaining his sight. “Yes, really. From what I know about Shortcake, she doesn’t take too lightly to having dessert with just anyone. He just needs to talk to her. Over coffee, that’s it. Sex tends to complicate things because it’s not what most people have difficulties with. It’s the talking about one’s feelings which leave us tongue-tied.”

Mulling over his sermon, I realize that he’s right. Hugh and Shortcake had no problem getting down and dirty, but Mary and Hunter…Hunter and Mary, could we really have a civil conversation about what happened?

I suppose there is only one way to find out. “Gee, you sure know a lot.”

Dixon smiles, before slapping the back of my head. I grunt on impact. So much for the heart to heart. “It’s my job. Now go. Hugh needs to sort out his shit.” He’s right. No wonder people pay a small fortune to spend an hour with this guru of love.

Standing, I have a new lease on life. I will find Mary and demand she talk to me, because we need to get to the bottom of this once and for all. “Hugh is indebted to you. He will make sure you don’t get your balls covered in honey, and tied to a pole naked, in Tijuana, at your bachelor party.”

Dix stands with a smirk, pointing to the door. “And I will make sure Shortcake’s best friend doesn’t find out about this until Hugh finds his balls.”

“Hugh thanks you.” I bow in gratitude.

My pants vibrate, and I wonder if my cock has finally stopped being a wimp. But when the vibration continues, I know it’s my phone. Yanking it from my jeans pocket, I answer without seeing who the caller is.

“Hello?” I’m breathless in anticipation, while Dixon looks at me like I’ve lost my marbles.

“Hi, Hunter.” My body deflates. Dix’s eyes widen, but I shake my head.

“Oh, hey Keira.” His hopeful mask is replaced with war paint and he walks over to his desk, uninterested.

“Sorry to call you, I know you’re sick…” I can hear her sincerity, so I wonder what’s wrong.

“It’s fine. What’s up?”

A heavy sigh leaves her. This can’t be good. “I think you need to come into the office.”

“Why?”

“Um, because Mary is here,” she whispers, appearing to fear for her life.

“Mary?” I bellow, a little louder than intended. Dixon’s interest is now totally piqued and he sprints over, gesturing that I’m to put Keira on speaker. I do.

“Yes, she arrived about ten minutes ago. She’s…I just think you need to come here. And soon.”

Dixon runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks inflated. He looks about as happy as a penguin in a microwave. “Go,” he mouths, while I wonder if he secretly hates me and wishes me dead. Whatever Mary is doing can’t be good.

“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen.” I have no idea what’s going on, but the fact Mary is at my work is good, right?

I look at Dixon for any last words. The ones he gives me pretty much sum up my life. “Sometimes, bad things happen to good people, but in your case…it’s karma.”

 

 

I’ve prepared myself for every possible scenario.

I have no idea what I’m walking into, but from Keira’s terrified tone, I’m not too sure if I’ll end this day with all my limbs attached. The elevator doors part and I pop my head out, afraid Mary is waiting in the wings, ready to throat punch me and kick me in the balls.

The coast is clear, so I step out and make my way to my office. It feels like I’m walking a death march, but that end result seems like an easy way out, because when I turn the corner and see Keira outside my door, biting her nails, I know this will end in tears.

“Keira?” I whisper, not wanting to alert Mary that I’m here.

She turns swiftly, her eyes wide and filled with terror. “Oh, thank god. I tried to keep her out, but she threatened to cut off my hair.” On instinct, she draws her blonde locks over her shoulder and twirls the strands into her fist.

“You did the right thing.” Something shatters against the wall, followed by a string of profanity. “Go back to your office. This isn’t going to be pretty.” When she hesitates, I press. “Believe me, Keira, you being here will just make things worse.”

She finally nods. “If you need me, you know where I am.” I appreciate the gesture, but if I go anywhere near her, I have a sneaking suspicion Mary will castrate me and make good on her promise to scalp Keira. She brushes my upper arm before leaving me alone with Huffy the Dragon.

I take a deep breath, say a prayer, and open my office door. The moment I do, a book almost connects with my head. A few inches to the left, and I’d be blind in my right eye. “What in the actual living hell is the matter with you?” I roar, using the door as a shield when Mary reaches for a paperweight off my semi-cleared desk.

One good thing about her tirade is that my desk has finally seen daylight, and who would have thought, it’s black. I could have sworn it was brown.

With crystal paperweight in hand, she narrows her eyes into mere slits. “I ask myself that daily, but I still have no fucking idea why I thought messing around with you would be a good idea!”

“You need to calm down!” Probably not the smartest thing to say, seeing as she’s armed and ready to take off my head.

“You need to not tell me what to do!” she rebukes, her fiery red hair appearing to set alight as she storms to where I stand.

Quickly darting from the firing line, I slam the door shut and dance around the room. Mary follows in hot pursuit, threatening to render me unconscious with the brick she still holds. “I’m sorry if you’re having post-coital tristesse.” She curls her lip, not at all amused at my attempts to lighten the mood. “Post-orgasmic blues.” When she continues looking at me like I’m speaking Chinese to a Zimbabwean, I realize I’m going to have to be blunt. “You’re missing my cock.”

“Ugh!” she screams, raising her pitching arm, prepared to throw a strike. I duck and weave, hopeful a moving target will be harder for her to get a clean shot. “This is exactly the reason why I need my head read. I can’t believe I let you touch me.”

I raise my finger, still running circles around the room. “Yes, you did. In many places, and with many of my body parts,” I reason, hoping she remembers the two amazing orgasms I gave her so she stops this rampage. “And you liked it,” I add, in case she’s had a lapse in memory.

When there is a hole the size of my head in the wall, thanks to the flying missile Mary just hurled, I begin to think that theory may not be too far off the mark. “Shortcake, please, for the love of my balls, please stop and tell me what’s wrong.”

The desk is the barricade which I use to prevent Mary from strangling me, and it allows me to catch my breath. When she lunges right, I lunge left. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say her behavior is that of a scorned, jealous lover, but that can’t be right, because that doesn’t apply to us.

She grips the edge of the desk, springing forward, while I stand my ground. I’m a fucking sick bastard, because her anger is turning me on. “I saw the text message from Little Bo Peep.”

“Who?” I pull back, completely confused.

“Don’t play dumb, although, in your case, I do question your mindset if you think the blonde down the hall is suitable screwing material.” When she hooks her thumb over her shoulder, I know she’s talking about Keira.

“What are you talking about? The last time I saw you, you were completely sated, and I was completely slathered in your come, what the fuck has Keira got to do with this?” I ask, shaking my head, baffled.

Mary takes a deep breath, her reddened cheeks reminding me of her pink flesh as I devoured her like she was my last meal. “I woke up to get a drink of water, and I wasn’t snooping, but I saw your cell and the message that polluted your screen, highlighted what a fucking idiot I am.”

“What message?” I scream, hands spread out wide.

“Oh, don’t give me that baloney. I saw it, Hunter!”

“Well, I’m glad you did, because I sure as shit haven’t.” There is only one way to end this. Thrusting my hand into my pocket, I yank out my cell and scroll through my messages. Mary is obviously high because there are no…oh, shit.

Can’t wait for you to bend me over that desk of yours again on Friday night.

In my defense, I didn’t even know she sent it. I was too preoccupied with eyefucking Mary’s name in my contacts list to even notice Keira had sent me this incriminating text. But even so, why does Mary care?

I can’t help the grin which plays at my lips. I know it’ll infuriate Mary further, but I’ve come to accept that in times of crisis, I like to add fuel to an out of control fire. “Are you”—I tongue my cheek, buying time—“jealous?”

Mary scoffs, folding her arms, but fuck me dead, she is. This has got to be the best day of my life. “Oh, Shortcake, there’s no need to be jealous. There’s enough of me to go around.” To emphasize my point, I grab my crotch and wink.

It’s all said tongue in cheek, so when Mary’s scowl twists into a smirk, I thank the good lord that she’s seen reason. “Thank you so much for sharing. You really know how to work that inch,” she says in a sickly-sweet voice, interlacing her fingers over her heart as she batts her eyelashes. The sight is supposed to fake innocent and gratitude, but I have a feeling I’ll be walking with a limp in point two seconds.

“An inch? I’d say it was more nine.” I hold out both hands lengthwise, hoping to display my size.

She giggles, and I swear to god, if Satan had a doorbell, this would be it. “You’re so big,” she coos, reaching into her handbag. “My pussy was on fire. It’s never been eaten out like that before.” I don’t like to brag, but a shit-eating grin takes over my entire face. “Oh, Hunter, take me now. My loins are so juicy for your little popsicle.”

Hold up. Little? I slam on the brakes. Is she making fun of me? “Okay, now you’re just being mean,” I retort, as I watch with interest when she bares a lighter. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

Mary gushes dramatically, all doe-eyed and ready to use my innards as a washing board. “My panties are currently smoking being in your manly presence.”

“All right, enough, how about you…” The words go into hiding when Mary reveals what else she’s hiding in her bag of tricks.

The shine from the bottle of lighter fluid she’s holding sparkles brightly, bringing to light what Mary intends to do. Flipping off the top, she titters. “I only think it’s fair I now set your world on fire, considering you were kind enough to slot me into your busy manwhore schedule!”

She wouldn’t. But when she douses my desk with the fluid and flips open the Zippo, I know that she would. She will.

“You’re fucking crazy!” I bellow, my dick almost punching a hole in my pants because this look of jealousy suits her.

I don’t care she’s seconds away from burning down the building, because this rage was brought on due to the fact she’s so fucking green-eyed, she would burn this desk, my entire office, as it’ll eradicate the memories of me fucking around with someone other than her.

As the flame flickers brightly, I’m left with no other choice but to pounce forward, cup the back of Mary’s neck, and drag her toward me. A whoosh of sweet air coats my face as it leaves her lungs as I wasn’t exactly gentle about drawing her face to mine.

I examine every last inch of her, wanting nothing more than to smash my lips to hers, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop, and I’m a fucking coward, because that thought scares me more than I care to admit. This woman has the ability to annihilate me and throw caution to the wind. Until I know what she wants, I have to keep an ace up my sleeve.

But now, now I’m going to fuck her senseless in every corner of the room.

“Drop it,” I demand, my eyes flicking to the open flame she still holds.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, considering your desk is covered in an accelerant which will ignite before you can salvage your precious black book?” she smartly replies. Shit, looks like she just found another reason to hate me. In response, I snare her hair in my fist and pull her head backward.

Her pupils dilate and a moan leaves those plump, pink lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like to play rough. It was pretty evident three nights ago when you fucked my face and begged me to eat that needy pussy out.”

Her body grows limp, unlike my cock. “I was horny. I haven’t had sex for over a year. You caught me in a weak moment,” she spits, eyeing me furiously.

Sweet victory to my ears, because I plan on breaking her drought until she’s walking with a permanent limp. “And what about now?”

This fucking desk is all that separates me from ripping off Mary’s little dress and doing unspeakable nasties to her body for hours. “Another weak moment,” she confesses, flipping the lid back onto the Zippo, the flame extinguishing, but the fire within me explodes.

I let her go, but that’s because when I fuck her, nothing will stand in my way. Storming the desk, I latch onto her wrist when she makes a break for the door. Spinning her around, her lithe form slams into my chest, where I hold her prisoner. She attempts to wriggle free, but it’s weak. She wants this as much as me.

“It’s a damn shame you ruined that desk, because I’ve pictured fucking your cute little ass over it time and time again.”

“I’m not interested in being one of your whores,” she snarls, standing on tippy toes to eyeball me. She doesn’t even reach my chin.

“FYI”—I place my hands low on her hips and pull her in to me so she can feel my erect cock—“I never fucked Keira. Yes, I ate her out until she was crying out my name, but the entire time, all I wanted…all I ever seem to want…is you.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she spits, her anger fueling. “I don’t share my toys.”

“Is that all I am to you?” I ask, rubbing between her legs deliriously slow. “A walking dildo?”

She catches her lower lip, her eyes drooping to half-mast. “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right?”

“And that’s what you want? Friends with benefits?” A small part of me hopes she says no, but who am I kidding. This is what I know.

“We’re not friends,” she counters, gasping when I walk my fingers down her delicious ass and squeeze hard. “But the benefits part…bring it. I want it all.”

Those words are what every commitment-phobe wants to hear, so why do I feel so empty inside? Because you want more, D2 pipes up, but Mary has made it clear what she wants and where we stand. She can’t deny our attraction, but she isn’t stupid to play this off as being something more.

Getting my head in the game, I quell down the urge to fight her and focus on playing my part, because I will surrender to this woman beyond a shadow of a doubt. “Okay then, now that that’s settled, you said something about beating.” Mary’s body twists into a pliable mass when I lower my lips and bite over her chin. “Well, Shortcake, rest assured, there will be a lot of that, because you’re moments away from beating me off with those pretty lips.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” she pants.

Her words get me harder than Ron Jeremy’s hedgehog. “Yes, ma’am.” I wish I could savor her, devour every last inch and take my time, but if I don’t get inside of her, like right now, I just may go blind.

Unleashing her, I eyefuck the living hell out of her before gripping the hem of her blue dress and tearing it from her body. She’s standing before me in nothing but a black bra, underwear, and heels. “Take those off.” I gesture to her lace, boy shorts, needing her naked pronto.

She doesn’t argue and lowers them down her supple hips and milky thighs. When she kicks them off to the side and goes to slip off her heels, I tsk her. “Those stay. Now show me those fucking beautiful tits.”

The moment she reaches behind her, I unbutton my jeans and take hold of my shaft. I always go commando, as underwear is such a waste of time. When she unclasps the bra, but holds the cups to her chest, I almost come in my pants, because Mary Mitts may talk big, but deep down, she’s sweetly shy.

“Don’t make me come over there and rip that off your body. It looks expensive,” I warn, rubbing my hand up and down my cock. A honeyed flush takes over her entire body when she watches with wide eyes as I jerk myself off.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she dares, but I’m already two steps ahead as I thrust my jeans down, cock on full display.

Her first reaction has me rethinking my decision, because when she averts her eyes and gasps, I suddenly feel like an animal. “Look at me, Mary,” I order, because if she can’t bear to look me, she sure as shit won’t be able to handle me fucking her until I’m paralyzed from the waist down.

It takes her a few moments, but she finally meets my eyes before they drop lower and lower, finally coming to rest at my dick. I don’t stop fisting my cock and celebrate when her chest begins to rise and fall quickly. She watches me closely, rubbing her thighs together when I quicken my strokes.

Her nectar is so sweet, and I want it all over me. I want her. “Holy fuck,” she gasps, her eyes glued to my cock.

I know my dick is impressive, but I’ve never felt nobler than I do right now. I need to bury myself in this woman. “I won’t ask you again.”

My demand seems to snap her from her coma, and she finally puts me out of my misery and bares herself to me. My hand pauses because I can’t multitask. I need to pay my undivided attention to the sight before me.

I knew she was beautiful, but this takes beauty to a whole different level.

Her copper waves contrast her milky flesh, highlighting every single sun-kissed freckle, which I want to trace with my tongue. Her breasts are full, perky, but not in a Hollywood, fake tits kind of way. They’re natural, and my god, I want to motorboat the fuck out of them. A heart-shaped freckle on the curve of her right areola has my mouth watering as I want to take that pearled nipple into my mouth.

Her hips are curvy and I like it. I like that she’s real. But when I take in her bare pussy, I want to drop to my knees. I’ve seen my fair share of pink mink over the years, but Mary’s… she’s utterly cuntilicious. I have no idea how I’m going to last because I’m on the cusp of coming on looks alone. Her pussy is ripe, and all I want to do is take a bite.

She steps forward, swallowing, before lowering her hand. She settles her grip over mine, moving up and down my cock. Even though it’s not her palm jerking me off, the sight of her tiny hand over mine, over my dick, has me grunting and pumping my hips.

“Do you have any protection?” she asks, licking her lips, gliding her hand with mine. I nod, eyes locked with hers.

She releases her hand, only to grip the hem of my t-shirt, indicating she wants it off. Whatever Mary wants she will get, so I loosen my hold, reach behind me, and yank off my shirt by the collar. I toss it and my jeans over my shoulder, standing proud in my birthday suit.

Mary studies me closely, whimpering. The sound is my undoing and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and concedes defeat. I round the desk, wishing it wasn’t doused, because all I can think about is bending her over it and watching my cock enter her over and over again.

She sinks her teeth into my neck, sucking and groaning over my pulse, which has me seeing stars. Without a second to waste, I slam her onto her feet and spin her around. “Hold onto the chair,” I command, and she does, turning it so the back faces us.

The high-backed leather seat looked good in the store. Now it’s going to look even better when I fuck Mary over it. Reaching for my discarded jeans, I pull a condom from my wallet and almost tear the wrapper in half with eager fingers.

Mary’s bouncy ass is posed in the air as she turns over her shoulder to watch me wrap myself up. I have done this countless times before, but it feels like I’m a fumbling virgin as I try and roll it down my shaft.

The moment it’s on, I advance forward, so ready to lose myself in this woman and never be found. She’s braced her hands either side of the headrest, giving me my new favorite view. Running the heel of my palm down the middle of her back, I lick my lips when I come to the pleat in her ass. She shifts her hips, but there is no way she’s denying me this luxury. I continue tracing downward, groaning when I come in contact with her puckered plum, but that will have to wait for another day.

Scooping my fingers, I hook my way into her sex, humming when I feel how fucking ready she is. She spreads her legs, opening herself up to me, giving me permission to take and give. I begin pumping two fingers inside of her, wanting her to be primed and ready, because when I fuck her, it’s going to be rough.

She bounces against me, bucking backward, her head dropping forward as she moans. My fingers are suckled by her needy flesh, and I can’t wait to be encased in her warmth. With the other hand, I reach for her swaying breasts and tug at her pebbled nipple. She screams and fucks my fingers, chasing her release.

She’s more than ready, and prolonging the evitable would just be cruel to the both of us. So withdrawing my fingers, I place a hand to her hip and lead my cock to her entrance. She arches her back, spreads her legs wider, and grips the top of the chair. She’s offering me the most treasured delicacy when she presents her ass, hinting what we both want and need.

With cock still in hand, I edge into her slickened lips, a gasp leaving her when she feasts on my throbbing head. I’m not even a quarter of the way in, and I already feel like I’m going to come. “More,” she demands, bowing her hips to accommodate my size.

Gritting my teeth, I slide in deeper, my cock slithering inside of her, never wanting to emerge ever again. She hisses, a small cry for help as her fingers clasp the top of the chair. “Oh…god.” Her words vibrate all the way to the tip of my dick.

She’s breathing in slowly, as I know I’ve stretched her wide. “You okay?” I ask, as I can feel every part of her shifting to lodge this delicious intrusion.

She nods and rocks slowly, testing the feel of me rooted deep inside. Warming her up, I pull out sluggishly, sliding against her g-spot, before nudging my way back in. She groans and begins to milk me impatiently, her hungry sex clenching so tightly, I think I’m going to cry. I’m trying to be slow, gentle, knowing Mary hasn’t been intimate with someone for quite some time, but when she bucks her hips, I lose all control and sink all the way in.

We both groan before I pause, needing to savor this moment, because we’re at long last locked as one. Looking downward, the sight of me sheathed inside of her is almost too much, and I can’t stop myself. I begin to move, plunging in and out, mesmerized by the way my dick and her pussy meet. It’s a perfect fit.

“Hunter…” she mewls, thrusting her hips and meeting me stroke for stroke.

The sensation of being inside of Mary has every nerve ending in my body firing. I can feel and taste her as our bodies move in sync perfectly. She grinds on my cock, moaning and bowing low, deepening the angle.

I sink into her over and over, pulling all the way out, before plunging all the way back in. I ensure she can feel every hard inch of me because she’s the reason I’m this worked up. The room is filled with our impassioned moans, most likely drifting down the hall, alerting my fellow colleagues that this is the best day of my life.

I increase the tempo, because I know she wants more and so do I. I drive into her like a wild animal, throwing my head back as I clutch onto her waist with both hands. “Oh, fuck.” No one has ever felt this good.

I know I’m being incredibly rough, but she can handle it. She thrusts onto my cock, impaling herself faster and harder, screaming and writhing when I hit all the way home. “I’ve never felt this…” she pants, her sentence unfinished.

Just hearing her voice is a sucker punch to my cock, and I slam so hard into her, she propels forward, growing lax. I know she’s close. “You okay, Shortcake?” I breathlessly ask, never breaking rhythm. She nods, whimpering when I reach down and play with her swollen clit. She instantly lets out an ear-splitting scream and sags.

The chair is whining under the pressure and I know it won’t be long until Mary buckles too. I’m still not done, not even by half, so I kick the chair out from under her, clasping her waist and scooping a hand under her quivering stomach.

My cock is her anchor and I continue driving into her so fiercely; she collapses onto the desk, front first. There is a small patch she didn’t saturate, and she holds onto that section like it’s her safety net. She spreads her arms out wide, clutching onto the edge, needing something to hold onto as I fuck her without remorse.

“Oh my god!” she cries, her body flailing around like a rag doll, as she’s gone limp.

“Do you want me to stop?” If she says yes, I just may die, but I need to know she’s enjoying this as much as me.

“No. More,” she commands, slamming onto me, a second lease of life taking over.

She is wild, untamed, stroking the beast in me. I cup both hands under her belly, pivoting her hips so I can deepen the angle. Her warm, silky sex drains my cock. “Fuck!” I roar, my balls hitting her pussy as I penetrate her cavernous heat.

The sight is too much as my dick entering her is like a masterpiece sent from above. I grind down on her clit, eliciting a raw scream. Her ass is poised high and I can’t help myself as I smack her cheek—hard.

“You fucker!” she shrieks, crashing down on me and clenching my dick so hard, I wail in delight.

“You like me smacking your ass?” I groan, palming her reddening behind.

“I like it when you don’t talk and fuck me,” she breathlessly retorts, turning her cheek, her pink lips parted in pure ecstasy.

Her sassiness spurs me on. “Good, ’cause I plan on fucking you every”—thrust— “single”—thrust—“day. And when you can’t take it anymore, you’re going to fuck me with those pretty lips. Or maybe… I’ll fuck you someplace else.” To parade my depraved thoughts, I smack her ass again, harder this time. She thrashes about, screaming in utter decadence. “Would you like that?”

Beads of perspiration collect on her pinkening skin and I want to lick every single one. “I asked you a question,” I hum, rolling my hips and decelerating the momentum, which is not what Mary wants. I can do this all day because prolonging her orgasm means I get to stay this way forever.

Her eyes and lips are sealed shut, but I know how to make her talk. Reaching down, I circle my pointer against her clit, which has her undulating beneath me. Her bud is so swollen. She’s seconds away from coming. But until she answers me, that orgasm will remain a hair’s breadth away.

“Fuck me…” she cries, attempting to kickstart my cock, but the sight of her pussy gasping for me has me stopping altogether, still rooted deep within. “Hunter! Please!”

When she attempts to rise, I press my chest to her back, trapping her. Stretching my arms over hers, I interlace our fingers. She smells like strawberries and cream and sex, and I want to fucking eat her whole. “I’ll fuck you when you answer me. Do you like it?” I whisper into her ear, suckling the shell.

She moans. “Yes, I love it. Own me.”

Music to my ears. “How does my cock feel inside of you?” I roll my hips, ensuring she can feel every single inch of me.

“It feels so…good,” she pants, surrendering. “And if you stop, I think I’m going to die.”

“What a way to go,” I reply, increasing my tempo. She hums in relief. Still encasing her body with mine, I give her what she wants and fuck her mercilessly.

“Never stop,” she pants, racing toward the finish line. “Please. I want you everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” I question, gritting my teeth, my balls squeezing tight.

“Yes. All those places you said…I want it…I want you.”

Those three magical words are my destruction and I pump into her so vigorously, the desk shifts forward with the force, but I don’t stop. I shoot upward, clutching her waist, and pistioning my hips so quickly, gasps of air push from my lungs.

Mary screams, collapsing, which is my cue to reach down and flick over her clit. It’s her kryptonite, because she shudders and comes with a thunderous cry. The sound is my downfall, and with two quick pumps, I follow, howling when her pussy drains me and a gush floods around me.

Oh god, I’m swimming in Mary’s honey once again and I’ve become addicted.

Aftershocks rock her body, and I stay embedded inside of her, the gravity of having the best sex of my life forbidding me from pulling out anytime soon. Tiny whimpers leave her parted lips as she gulps in mouthfuls of air.

“Are you all right?” I ask when she begins quivering.

“Yes. That was just so…intense,” she replies once her breathing settles.

Leaning down, I kiss where her neck meets her shoulder, savoring the fragrance. “That was only the beginning.”

She turns to look up at me, eyes wide, but they’re soon consumed with a newfound hunger. Her flushed cheeks, wild hair, and pink, swollen lips has a longing rousing in me once again. She gasps.

“Ready for round two?” I don’t wait for her to reply. I withdraw, only to flip her onto her back with a smirk.

Her nipples pebble the moment her astounded gaze lands on my cock. “Is that even possible?”

Pulling off the condom, my stare is rooted to her pink, glistening pussy. “Anything is possible when you’re involved.”

I reach for another condom, slipping it on with a lot more poise this time. Mary watches, a shockwave rocking her body. I want to beat my chest in pride. Standing between her spread legs, I hook my wrists behind her knees, and drag her toward me. She yelps, but that soon turns to a low moan when I suck two fingers and slip them inside of her. “It’s okay, Shortcake. Just hold on and enjoy the ride.”