A Piece Of Him For Me
I met him at my job. Tall, handsome, a voice that melted my pussy right away. He's the kind of guy at work with a strong personality but unusually kind. Awfully smart, he is the one called to solve problems that no other people can. I knew I liked him since we met. I got the hint that he liked me too.
We were coworkers first and then friends. I was engaged, he was married. We were friendly, he was always respectful and that went on for two years. Then, my fiancee and I broke up just two weeks before the wedding and he had to go work in a different location in the same organization. We were both vulnerable. He supported me throughout the break-up, and we became close. We talked about deep stuff, and one day we hugged when he came to visit. I felt aroused, loved and wanting him to take me up his hotel room to fuck me out of my body. He did not do that, but I felt his desire and we parted with our hands held. That night, I masturbated for hours using my toys, leaving a big wet puddle in my sheets.
The following months, he pulled away more and more. I sensed his hesitation when we met a few times in person. Despite never meeting her, I felt jealous of his wife being the one who had sex with him, kissing his lips and having his cock in her mouth. We lost contact for a few months due to work stuff. We reconnected recently, and he told me they are having a baby. I though that would make me get distant, but I felt very aroused again and wanting him even more. He said that he had important news and that he would visit soon.
When we met, we hugged and it felt so intense again. My nipples were rock hard and I had already a plan in mind. He told me that he has a new job, and I cried in his arms that afternoon, that was a huge curve ball. I don't want to lose whatever I have of him. I planned a breakfast the next day with careful timing to avoid any interruptions and to not get him in trouble. He came home, I was dressed in a revealing but casual outfit, and we hugged again. I felt his erection poke me through my short dress as my nipples landed on the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Yes! I had made him horny! He was flustered, and I was in heaven. We sat down, had breakfast. I flirted very heavily. I play the piano, and played something for him, my dress not totally covering my bare ass; he was nervous when we sat down in the sofa later on.
I saw him taking a big breath and he opened up and apologized for taking distance. He told me he fell for me really hard that it felt scary, and that he wanted to do the right thing and hence he stopped being close with me. He also told me how beautiful I am, how I make him happy, and how much he wants me to be happy. His eyes watered and we hugged, but this time I got to his lips first and we french kissed, I told him I understand what he told me and want this despite his situation. I took his hand and took him to my bedroom.
We had mind-blowing sex. God, he may be gentle at work, but what a beast in the sheets!!! He tore my clothes apart and gave me the best oral sex and fingering I've ever had in both holes. I wanted to mount him right away, but he made me wait and wanted to know my body. He took my vibrator and made me cum twice. I squirted in his mouth once, he loved it and kissed me back. Fuck, his hands are big! I tasted my pussy smell in his lips, I got my nails in his skin, he growled like a fucking tiger. MY tiger. I took his head and whispered "fuck your new slut baby". He then opened my legs and I got to see up close his large and thick dick! I am petite and it scared me a bit. He got in slowly, again, reading my reactions like a book.
He fucked me for half an hour, at the start with me on top, on my back while he supported my weight. His hands played me, knew how to work my clit. We changed positions and I had so many orgasms. In the end, when he came the second time, I gave him a blowjob and he shared his load when we kissed, he did not hesitate. He is that good even in bed! We laid next to each other, and I felt how the rush of adrenaline gave way to the realization that he will be far. I cried softly. He took me in his arms and then told me that I would be all right.
I decided to take the condom off his dick and asked him to make me a baby in a way that would not spook him too much. I told him that I wanted one anyways and that I would not ruin his life. I have no need for financial support from him either, I am well-off. I genuinely love him and I felt love for his other baby on the way. I know, it is twisted, but I only care about having a piece of him in my life long term. Once I've assuaged his doubts, he made love, real love to me. Different from the more instinctual sex, I felt his cum fill me up. We repeated the sex sessions for three more days.
Months past, I am pregnant with his second baby, a boy. I no longer feel jealous of his wife. I have my piece of him and I know his heart is shared with me.
