WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT WHEN CARMA'S INVOLVED?

CATORCE

“Miss Sanchez,”

“Harmoney, please.” Wow, she used my move.

“All right, Harmoney. We can't discuss that with the door wide open and unlocked.”

There was no hesitation on her part to close and lock the door. In turn, I gulped. Part of me was bluffing. All of her called my bluff. With a few long strides, I took up the empty space in front of her. The dampness on her forehead caused a few strands of hair to stick. With my middle finger, I pushed them away, then slowly glided the backs of my fingers down her cheek and traced her jaw as I looked into her eyes. Somewhere in her soul is the spell she cast upon me. Did she want me because I was off limits? If only I could say I’d never experienced that before.

Harmoney shied away before admitting to her lack of intimacy with anyone. At her age, give me a break. I speechlessly stared as she squeamishly shared a rubber d*ck cured her ailment of the dreaded innocence virus. What the fcking holy hell? I never heard of anything so outrageous before. Considering myself an optimist, there is a silver lining hidden in her tale. It caused my trunk to lengthen and harden. We were ready to be enveloped by any hole on her body. Of course, I’d be ready. Harmoney is the only woman showing any interest in me for quite some time.

“How could you do this to me now? I am bound to Carma. I cannot fathom how a lesbian suddenly wants a man.” I can. Getting our kiss out of my head is another subject. “Let me be honest. We don’t seem like each other’s type. And yet...... I find you mind-blowingly alluring, tempting, and very desirable.” Leave me alone. Every drop of blood in my body rushed to the only part of me doing any thinking.

Just thinking about the things I wanted to do made my d*ck throb from pleasure and pain. Fck my vows. The other half isn’t taking them seriously.

Taking her hands in one of mine, I eased them over her head and stole a kiss. Her bosom pressed against me, and I seized the moment to explore her mountains, valleys, and crevices. Who knew a thicky-thick woman felt and tasted this warm, soft, sweet, and delightful? She reminded me of a cinnamon bun. All that was missing is her cream filling. I ended the rabid assault on her sensuous lips. Married men shouldn’t want to have relations with a vacillating woman. It doesn’t mean we can’t.

“What was that?” She demanded to know.

The last thing I need is to be slapped with a s*xual harassment or s*xual assault suit. Do not think for a second, I would pass up this chance. Simple instructions were given. Get naked and lie face down on my weight bench. It is a sure-fire way to see how serious we both were and to see how far we’d both go before one of us chickens out. If all goes as planned, neither of us will walk away with regrets.

Without delay, she sauntered over and sat down. Removing her shoes, next came her blazer. Practically drooling, I waited patiently for the next piece of material to be lost. Letting her shirt fall open, I caught my first glimpse of the almond-colored skin she always kept covered. Her slacks were next to drop. Trimmed muff is very enticing. Harmoney went commando. Pretty fckin’ awesome. I chomped into my bottom lip and smirked at the boldness. My stiffy hurt so bad, I grabbed it, giving it a squeeze. Her shirt went missing, and the last pieces hidden from view bounced free. At some point, I was going to motorboat those babies.

Lying face down, her in-between area ripe for the taking, I collected the necessary items from my secret safe that would bring her pleasure. Such a good girl, never stealing a peek at me like others. It was warm in my office, but her shivers were a sign of a nervous but willing participant. Sliding my finger into her already leaking slot, she moaned while lifting her midsection. No, playing there was not part of the deal, but she deserved more than a d*ck up her ass, don't you think?

“Mr. Sav-age.” My name was like melted butter dripping one syllable at a time from her mouth.

I never want to force anything on or in her. One digit in her tight canal was doing the job. While kissing and kneading her cheeks, I inquired about her butt virtue. She could have tried it after my refreshing candor on the subject. Alixx Savage is going to begin the climb of a lifetime in her ass. Sometimes I speak in the third person, sue me. As my finger massaged her insides, the first apex was reached. It’s time to give her everything she never knew she wanted or needed. There was no need for lube, she created plenty of her own. Using her concoction, I removed my finger and slid it into her pink star.

“OH GOD.” I thanked Him for keeping the office empty.

Pumping slowly, her panting and calling out to God continued. A man loves to hear a woman express her pleasure in loud, vibrant tones. After another finish, I removed my finger and prepared for the next step while she returned to her body. Straddling behind her, I lined up at her back door. Ever so slowly, I pushed and pulled with no resistance from her pucker. With no complaints, I thrust deeper. Taking it all, I laid on top of her, moving in and out as sounds emerged from her that didn't sound human.

“Am I hurting you? I need to know.” I whispered in her ear.

“FCK, NO. OH, GOD. OH, AH.” Her grip on the bench tightened, then, “MR. SAVAGE. AHHHHH.” I sped up because she was close to her best finale ever. I could feel it. “MR. SAVAGE. GOD, FCK. AHHH. GOD, FCK, YESSSSS.” I kept pumping until she no longer made sense.

Helping her up when it was over, she saw it. “You're wearing a fcking strap-on?”

“I told you we were going to take it slow.”

“Why use that? You don’t think I could handle you?” If only an innocent could handle me.

“I am bigger than average, not by much, but I know I would severely hurt you. That is not something I want to do. Starting with this, it is a way to open you and get you accustomed to different sizes, so I can eventually have you.”

“I never thought I could get off like that.”

“Most men and women don't know how to do it right. That's when they hurt their partner.” Practice makes perfect. For years, I have had tons of practice.

She began covering her voluptuous body and asked a crushing question. “Does your finger and toy count as cheating?” Why did she have to go there?

She feels a type of way. This may not turn out the way I had hoped. “If this is too much, we can stop.”

Touching my chest, she reached up and whispered, “We'll see, Mr. Savage. We'll see.” Then sauntered out of my office.

If only she knew how much I wanted her in more ways than she could begin to grasp.