Page 82 of Fate In Fiction

Me:

Be ready for tonight. Buh-bam!

Josie:

please don’t ever say that again. I’ll be passing the afternoon in an 80s rock coma.

She’s obsessed with the university radio station. For the hell of it, I call and request my shitty boy band song to be played and dedicate it to her. I find the humor in it, until I clue in to how much power she has to create the truth in the song if we don’t work out. I set my phone aside and try to focus as best as I can without opening that bikini picture, thinking of what I’m going to do to her as soon as I walk through the door. The afternoon keeps me busy, but I finish work and find myself racing to my suite to greet my girl.

“You have quite the nerve.” Josie comes around the corner as I walk through the door.

“You have quite the painted face.” I take in her heavy eye makeup, teased hair, and a lacy bra under her leather jacket. “Going somewhere?” Her edgy music plays quietly through the suite as her hand slides down my suit jacket.

“I needed to make up for the terrible boy band song cutting through my station.” My dick hardens as her wicked smile forms.

“I’m surprised how well you pull this look off, when I know what your natural sweet face looks like.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna be sweet tonight, Rookie.” Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling herself up to tug on my lip.

Walking her backwards, my hands squeeze the handfuls of her ass in her mini skirt as I lift her onto the kitchen counter. Her hands brush over my shoulders, removing my suit jacket as I work on the buttons of my shirt. When her impatience gets the best of her, she pulls back and fists her hands around the half-unbuttoned material. With all her might, she rips the next two buttons. Her lips part, pink covering her cheeks, as she tugs against the buttons once more to rip the remaining few open.

“You know these work shirts are not cheap, by any means.” Leaning forward, I nip at her ear.

“Cries the billionaire.” The wittiness in her voice brings me back as I glance at her pretty tits held together by her bra.

The lace fabric easily tears as I rip it apart at her cleavage. Her gasp sounds throughout the room as her smoky painted eyes look into mine with hunger.

“Like what you see?” Josie asks, straightening her back to shimmy off her leather jacket.

“We’re getting there.” Pushing her back onto the counter, I hike her skirt up as her legs spread.

“Don’t make me wait. I’m ready.”

My lips roll in as her perfect pussy lures me toward it. Without a doubt, her soaked entrance is ready for me to slide in. After the stressful day of work, I want to lose myself in her. Her eagerness tempts me to have a little fun edging her on before giving in, though. I slide my finger over her clit and stare into her eyes as my finger enters her.

“Did you really think not wearing panties would make me take you quicker?”

“Part of your job is to please me, right?” Her sassy smirk is all fire, and I glide my hand onto the back of her neck to sit her up.

“I have a full-time for job for you, little darlin’.” Grabbing her wrist, I place her hand on my throbbing cock over my work slacks. “Feel this?” She nods as her tongue slides across her bottom lip. “Good girl. You’re going to take this cock deep and slide it through those pouty lips. I want to watch your tears drip that makeup down your cheeks.”

“As long as you pull my hair while I do it.”

“Fuck, Josie.” My mind was already picturing that. “You’ve got quite a thing for trying to control the controller.”

“Try? You gonna spank me with the spatula again?” She reaches down to unzip my pants and free my cock. “I thought I ordered a foot-long for dinner and you’re coming up a few inches short.”

“That’s it.” Picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, she squeals as I carry her to our bed, then lay her down. I crawl on top in the next second and reach over to the end table for a condom. “Get ready to say goodbye to that sass.”

“Only if you’re able to fuck it out of me.” Her challenging eyes hit mine, and in one swift motion, I thrust to the hilt. Her face winces as I stretch her wide.

“Speechless?” My fingers lace with hers as I lift them above her head. “I wonder if you’ll ever get used to my size, little darlin’.” My hips still for a moment, allowing her to adjust.

“It’s a happy reminder of the night you tore me open.” A smile crosses her face while I watch that night flash through her eyes. “Who knew it would lead us here?” she whispers as her body relaxes around me.

“You’re mine.” Leaning down, our lips collide.

“Mmhmm,” Josie moans into our kiss.