Marta
back.
“No, Morgan. She quit. I’m not hiring her back. We
should have kept Melissa.”
“Melissa couldn’t cook, and she wasn’t happy to be
with your son. Marta’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. Please, Drew. If she
says no, I’ll let it go.”
“You make me crazy. I’ll call her later. Now get out
of here before I bend you over my desk and beat your ass, I have work to do.”
“Can you do that later?” I teased, kissing his warm
lips.
“I can definitely do that later. Get out of here,”
he warned, smacking my ass.
***
“How many more times do we have to do this?” Drew
complained as we dressed to meet Deidra for our Thursday meeting.
“I don’t know. Until Deidra thinks we’re cured, I
guess.”
Drew walked behind me, glancing at my reflection in
the mirror.
“We don’t have time for that,” I assured him,
feeling his half-mast hardness on my ass.
“Yes, we do. You can’t walk around in your dainty
little underclothes and expect me not to want to stick it in you.”
I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
I laughed again when Drew reached to the side of the
marble countertop, pulled out a fake pink rose and hand it to me. “Now can I
stick it in you? You owe me.”
I turned to him, feeling the sensation in my pussy,
wanting him too. “I owe you for what?” I asked in low sexy tone, kissing his
solid chest.
“I got Marta back, remember?”
“You love Marta too,” I accused. He did love Marta,
he just didn’t love her sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
“Take your panties off,” he whispered, sucking hard
on my neck.
I slid out of my panties and lifted myself to the
counter. He stepped away. He always did that. I hated and loved it at the same
time. I hated exposing myself to him like that, but loved the look in his eyes
when he looked at me.
“Drew, we don’t have time for foreplay. Are we doing
this or not?” I complained. We should have already been in the car.
Drew removed himself and rubbed the tip of his head
up my slippery, oh so wet pussy a few times before sliding it into me. Once he
started circling my clit with his thumb, I was spent, calling out in a moan.
Drew moaned next, pulled me to the floor in front of him and fucked my mouth,
draining himself in my mouth and around my lips.
***
“I was beginning to think you two were ditching me
today,” Deidra spoke, leading us to her office.
I was a little nervous about this session. I knew
we’d be getting into the time Drew and I first met. We hadn’t discussed what we
would say. Did Drew plan on telling the truth? Would he tell her that he bought
me to be his wife with my own money? I was right. We had barely even sat when
Deidra asked the question I knew we were going to talk about.
“Tell me about meeting Morgan,” Deidra requested
from Drew and not me.
Of course Drew got up, walked to the window, and
poured a drink from the bottle that Deidra already had out for him. “Well, I
learned about Morgan the day after I buried my mother. I got pretty drunk the
night before, sitting out on the balcony alone, sulking.”
I couldn’t believe that his so called girlfriend
wasn’t with him.
“By ten at night the inspiring city lights started
to be nothing but a blur as I drank vodka, trying to make sense of a fucked up
mess. There was no way my life could get anymore fucked up. That had to be it.
Michael Callaway couldn’t possibly do anymore. He took my mother when I was ten
and he took her again when I was twenty four, this time for good,” Drew sadly
explained.
My heart already ached for him and he’d just begun.
“I woke to the ringing of my phone, slumped in a drunken
stupor in a lounge chair on the rooftop, overlooking the Vegas strip. ‘Yeah?’ I
answered, sitting up and rubbing the ache in my sore neck.
‘Is this Mr. Kelley?’
‘Yes it is, but if you don’t mind could you call the
office. I’m dealing with some personal issues and will not be in today. Leave
back.
“No, Morgan. She quit. I’m not hiring her back. We
should have kept Melissa.”
“Melissa couldn’t cook, and she wasn’t happy to be
with your son. Marta’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. Please, Drew. If she
says no, I’ll let it go.”
“You make me crazy. I’ll call her later. Now get out
of here before I bend you over my desk and beat your ass, I have work to do.”
“Can you do that later?” I teased, kissing his warm
lips.
“I can definitely do that later. Get out of here,”
he warned, smacking my ass.
***
“How many more times do we have to do this?” Drew
complained as we dressed to meet Deidra for our Thursday meeting.
“I don’t know. Until Deidra thinks we’re cured, I
guess.”
Drew walked behind me, glancing at my reflection in
the mirror.
“We don’t have time for that,” I assured him,
feeling his half-mast hardness on my ass.
“Yes, we do. You can’t walk around in your dainty
little underclothes and expect me not to want to stick it in you.”
I laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
I laughed again when Drew reached to the side of the
marble countertop, pulled out a fake pink rose and hand it to me. “Now can I
stick it in you? You owe me.”
I turned to him, feeling the sensation in my pussy,
wanting him too. “I owe you for what?” I asked in low sexy tone, kissing his
solid chest.
“I got Marta back, remember?”
“You love Marta too,” I accused. He did love Marta,
he just didn’t love her sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
“Take your panties off,” he whispered, sucking hard
on my neck.
I slid out of my panties and lifted myself to the
counter. He stepped away. He always did that. I hated and loved it at the same
time. I hated exposing myself to him like that, but loved the look in his eyes
when he looked at me.
“Drew, we don’t have time for foreplay. Are we doing
this or not?” I complained. We should have already been in the car.
Drew removed himself and rubbed the tip of his head
up my slippery, oh so wet pussy a few times before sliding it into me. Once he
started circling my clit with his thumb, I was spent, calling out in a moan.
Drew moaned next, pulled me to the floor in front of him and fucked my mouth,
draining himself in my mouth and around my lips.
***
“I was beginning to think you two were ditching me
today,” Deidra spoke, leading us to her office.
I was a little nervous about this session. I knew
we’d be getting into the time Drew and I first met. We hadn’t discussed what we
would say. Did Drew plan on telling the truth? Would he tell her that he bought
me to be his wife with my own money? I was right. We had barely even sat when
Deidra asked the question I knew we were going to talk about.
“Tell me about meeting Morgan,” Deidra requested
from Drew and not me.
Of course Drew got up, walked to the window, and
poured a drink from the bottle that Deidra already had out for him. “Well, I
learned about Morgan the day after I buried my mother. I got pretty drunk the
night before, sitting out on the balcony alone, sulking.”
I couldn’t believe that his so called girlfriend
wasn’t with him.
“By ten at night the inspiring city lights started
to be nothing but a blur as I drank vodka, trying to make sense of a fucked up
mess. There was no way my life could get anymore fucked up. That had to be it.
Michael Callaway couldn’t possibly do anymore. He took my mother when I was ten
and he took her again when I was twenty four, this time for good,” Drew sadly
explained.
My heart already ached for him and he’d just begun.
“I woke to the ringing of my phone, slumped in a drunken
stupor in a lounge chair on the rooftop, overlooking the Vegas strip. ‘Yeah?’ I
answered, sitting up and rubbing the ache in my sore neck.
‘Is this Mr. Kelley?’
‘Yes it is, but if you don’t mind could you call the
office. I’m dealing with some personal issues and will not be in today. Leave
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