My usual self-control flew out the window, and I wanted Ann more than any woman in my memory. My attraction to her was one I wasn't familiar with because I had never been that turned on by a woman simply by looking at her.
And the sex, fuck, does she have a magic pussy or something because I want more. Ann is a wildcat in bed.
No one and done was going to work in this situation.
And not only that, but I'm still in bed with Ann, with her curled around me. She fell asleep at soon as we finished so that I could have split and hit the couch.
But here I am, still in bed with her, listening to her breath as she sleeps.
I do need to shower, though, especially after the workout Ann just gave me. So I slowly untangled her arms and legs from mine, moved from the bed, so I didn't wake her, and headed to the bathroom to shower.
She was still out cold, in a heavy sleep when I came out. Heavy sleeper. Good to know. So I crawled back in bed with Ann, pulling her closer to me and letting myself drift off to sleep.
I woke with my hands fisted in Ann's hair, looking down at her between my legs, sucking on my cock like her favorite Popsicle.
Jesus Christ!
Ann could work that sharp tongue of hers. And when she pulled my balls into her mouth, it about made me lose control. I fisted her hair harder, working her on my dick, pumping in and out of that sweet mouth. Then, feeling my balls start to tighten, I knew I was close, "Come on, Ann, take me down your throat, take it all," I urged her on while pushing my cock down her throat, hearing her gag as my dick found its way in and with a loud bellow, I released my hot cum down her throat, then releasing her.
She worked to catch her breath, her head laying on my leg as I stroked her hair.
Shit, but that was good.
“You sure know how to wake a man up, Ann,” I said, my breathing still heavy.
Looking up at me through her eyelashes. “Well, to be fair, it woke me up poking at me, so I figured it wanted attention.”
Ann looked hot as hell with her head laid on my leg, hair tousled, eyes soft after giving me the best blow job of my life. I felt my dick start to stir again.
Ann saw the start of my erection. “Down, big boy, I have to get ready for work. I start at nine,” She said, slapping my leg as she crawled off the bed. Then, she disappeared into the bathroom.
Yeah, I needed to get moving too. I had work to do, and I planned on being back here when Ann got home from work. I usually would work into the evening, but with someone watching Ann, I needed to be here, and since she wouldn’t stay at the clubhouse, I had to come here. Plus, I had the run coming up at the end of next week. Part of me didn’t want to leave, afraid whoever was out there would hurt her.
But I had no choice; if Shadow gave you an assignment, you took it.
I made my way out of bed and threw on my clothes. I would shower once I got back to the clubhouse. I would start some coffee while Ann finished getting ready. So I fumbled around the kitchen, finding everything I needed, and it wasn’t long before she came out of her bedroom.
This girl, fuck, if I thought she was sexy before, but in that tight pencil skirt, white button-up blouse that hugged her tits, with those fuck me heels, and her hair was pulled up in a bun, making her look all classy and shit. I just stood there gaping like an idiot.
She walked up to me and, taking her hand, closed my mouth. “I take you like what you see.” Then, giving me a flirty wink before grabbing a mug for her coffee.
Then I realized she would work dressed like that, all sexy for any motherfucker who wanted to look. “Don’t you think that’s too hot for work?”
Giving me a death glare, with her eyebrows raised high enough to touch her hairline. “Seriously? You men have such nerve, you ogle women all day long, lusting and fantasizing, but when a woman you’re interested in likes to look attractive, you shame her.”
I guess I sounded like a possessive asshole, and it wasn’t like we were dating. “You’re right; I apologize. You just look so damn sexy, and I want to keep you all to myself.”
“Apology accepted. Let’s have some coffee before heading out,” she said, filling her mug while handing me one of my own.
I kept telling myself she wasn’t mine, but my brain wasn’t listening, and I wanted to make her wear baggy sweats and an oversized sweater. So I poured some coffee, and Ann and I sat at her table enjoying the coffee and light morning conversation about nothing until we went our separate ways out of her driveway. The prospect Johnny followed Ann to work, where he would keep watch.
I enjoyed my time with Ann entirely too much, I thought as I headed back to the clubhouse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANN
MY FATHERhad a good-sized financial consulting firm. He employed a hundred people ‘Foster Financial’ was what I had been groomed for; this would be mine one day since I was his only child. Father wanted me to marry one of his top consultants in the firm, Jacob Weese, but I wanted no part of it. I had zero attraction to Jacob, and no amount of pushing me on him would change that.