Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel by Sawyer Bennett

that graduated with Columbia law school debt.
    After I pay the
driver, haul my carry-on case into her elevator, and make it to her
door, I’m itching. Itching to see Mac, itching to fuck her, and
yeah, itching to hold her.
    I’m such a
pussy.
    When she opens the
door, my breath hitches and yup… she topped the “hottest
thing ever” scale again. She looks young with her hair in low,
braided pigtails that hang over her shoulders and her face scrubbed
fresh. She’s got on sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but they hug
her form perfectly, although I bet she’d rock a school girl
look in a short, plaid skirt and Mary Jane’s. That thought has
my dick perking up interest.
    “What are you
doing here?” she asks in surprise.
    I run my eyes up and
down her body, realizing that she would probably be the sexiest woman
ever in anything she could possibly wear. I’d get a woody if
she wore burlap, I bet.
    “I’ve
been fantasizing about you for two days,” I tell her as if she
asked the most ridiculous question. “Why wouldn’t I be
here?”
    Walking across the
threshold, I lean down to nuzzle her neck with my lips and wrap my
arms around her waist. She smells like flowers and maybe a hint of
ice cream.
    Mac’s arms
come up, not to return my embrace but to push me away. “Matt…
I look a mess. I wasn’t expecting you.”
    “You look
beautiful,” I tell her while holding her with my gaze, so she
knows I’m not messing around with her. “And you’re
going to invite me in so I can fuck you senseless.”
    That’s all it
takes, and Mac is on board with me. Her eyes fill with heat and
longing, and then she’s in my arms and I’m walking back
to her bedroom. I did take a moment to notice the rich appointments
of her apartment, which is luxury by any standards. Expensive
hardwoods, supple leather furniture, custom drapery. No way could she
afford this, but she tells me it’s her roommate’s
apartment, who is a socialite heiress or some shit.
    I don’t give a
fuck.
    Just want inside of
Mac.
    Rather than slake my
lust instantly, I end up stripping Mac and pushing her into the
shower with me. I want to get cleaned up and hopefully refreshed a
bit so I can go at it all night with her. It will take that long, in
my opinion, just to make up for not being with her the last two days.
She ends up trying to entice me into shower sex, but I don’t
think I could hold her up for that long as tired as I am. So I tell
her to finish up, because she has a lot more hair than I do, and I
head into her bedroom to wait for her.
    I dry off, throw the
towel on the floor, and lay back on her bed. My eyes instantly start
to close with fatigue, so I drop one foot to the floor to ground
myself.
    That’s the
last thing I remember.
    ***
    Saturday morning
shower sex.
    Hottest thing ever.
    So yeah, if you
haven’t noticed, it just keeps getting better and better with
Mac.
    Apparently, I fell
asleep last night while waiting for her to finish her shower. She
didn’t wake me up, but rather crawled into bed and joined me in
slumber. Just like in Chicago, I woke up with her pressed against me.
    Just like in
Chicago, I put my hand between her legs and started working her.
    She woke up fairly
quickly, and reached a hand behind her back to palm my cock. That’s
when I growled, “Playtime’s over” and rolled her on
to her stomach.
    Then I was pumping
away inside of her, and we both got off quickly.
    Too quickly to
satisfy either one of us, so we made it back into the shower, and
here we are.
    We make pretenses of
actually wanting to get clean by washing our hair and then washing
each other’s bodies. But you can’t expect people like Mac
and me to put our hands on each other and it remain chaste.
    Nope. It turned into
an inferno.
    Now I have Mac
pressed up against the tile wall, and I’m on my knees in front
of her. I have my mouth between her legs, rubbing her clit with my
nose, then my chin, then my tongue and I could drown happily right
here.