Chapter 4

MARYANNE'S POV

"But I thought?" He didn't let me complete my sentence when he shushed me, using his index finger to stop my lips from saying too much as he came even closer, whispering in my ears, "let's just allow the fun to happen. I've missed you and I've missed it so much."

I was already wet, just by the sound of his voice and I wouldn't lie, I needed it just as bad because I missed it just as much, if not more.

He turned me over and for the first time in like forever, I was staring close up at him, again. It was a better view this time because it was much brighter. I could see him the way I didn't the other night and I was in my right state of mind. No tipsiness or anything.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding faster than usual, unsure of what to say or do.

"Don't fret." He said with a smile, in a bid to comfort me as he planted a soft kiss on my lips. I wanted more of that, more of him. When it seemed as if he delayed returning back to kiss me, I pushed my face forward and kissed him deep.

I didn't let him go, continuing until it became a full blown romance.

As our lips were locked, he grabbed my butt and pushed them a bit up, closed to himself and I let out a soft moan. My butt was big, at least for my size, but I could still sense his hands wrapped perfectly around them.

The hands slid up my waist, to my back, then he spun me around. Once again, my butt housed his groin and I pushed back totally on his. His both hands were now on me, each hand, grabbing tight to a breast and he kissed me in the neck.

His gentle kisses and tight grabs were enough to make me moan and get wet.

I know it was what he wanted because as soon as he sensed that I was wet enough, he zipped my dress from behind.

My heart beat even faster as the sound of the zip running until the end of my dress became louder. When it finally stopped, I felt his lips on my bare back, just above my bra. It was as unexpected as it was sweet.

He slowly pulled the dress out, leaving me in only my undies.

He stopped for a while and looked at me. "Are you okay?"He asked.

I nodded slowly. That was the only reaction I could give at that point. I wanted him inside me, that was all I wanted, so I don't want to give off any vibe that would say otherwise.

He unhooked the bra slowly and let it fall. Just like I knew what he wanted, I turned to him, showing him the mouthwatering view of my perfect boobs.

I saw his eyes widen more as he stared at the white breasts with blemishes and pink nipples.

"They're yours" I said for the first time. "Wow!" I yelled in my mind. "I finally said something." I was excited, as I knew I was gaining enough confidence with each passing minute.

He grabbed them, playing with the nipples as he pleased. When he had enough with his hands, he brought his mouth to continue the fun.

He sucked both sides equally and made sure a hand was on one anytime he was sucking the other.

It gave me a different kind of pleasure, more than the last time. I pressed down his head on my boobs, not wanting him to ever stop until I had enough. Just like he knew what I wanted, he didn't until he was sure I had enough.

Now, it was about to go down. He first pushed everything that was on the table aside, then lifted me up, as naked as I was and placed me on the table.

The table was high enough, so I was just sitting at a level, almost at his dick.

He pushed forward to be and kissed me for a while, then began to unbuckle his trouser. When he was done, he pulled out his cock from his trousers.

I took my eyes down to see what wonders were there. No, I wanted to see if it was as big as I imagined, or the drink was messing with me the other night. I was wrong however and the drink was actually messing with me. It was way bigger than I imagined with bulging veins. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He moved closer to me with it. My pussy was already so wet, so the moist part was taken care of already. He pushed my back a bit and I had to support myself with my elbows placed akimbo.

He had his hands on the cock and slowly pushed it into me. I was still very tight, so it posed a bit of difficulty for him and pain on my side.

He soon came up with the most pleasurable idea, pushing it inch by inch. With every stroke, he dug an inch deeper, causing me to moan louder until it was finally all in.

He then began to pound me. He hands on my neck, his eyes shooting a direct stare at me as he thrusted unendingly.

I couldn't stop moaning and I couldn't take my eyes off him either. The pleasure was unfathomable.

I just wished the office was sound proof because I could swear my voice went outside. Who, however , cared. All that mattered was what was going on here, the pleasure I was having.

He continued to fuck me in that position for a long stretch of time, hitting my on my g spot with every stroke. I didn't want him to stop, not while I was still in the middle of this highly sensational experience.

When he was done with that style, he brought me down from the table and changed my position, turning me over and placing my head on the table while ass shot forward at him.

He pressed my head down the table with his strong hands and penetrated my pussy from behind. He began to pound again, this time, he went for another long couple of minutes before I felt his hot fluid finally spewing into my pussy.

That was the most satisfying feeling of all time and I confirmed that with a loud, shivering sigh.

Austin left his cock inside me for a little while, before finally pulling it out. He grabbed a tissue from close by and cleaned himself up.

I had so much in my mind, and wanted to say it out, but his phone rang, cutting me, even before the words could come out.

"Okay, I'll be there as quickly as I can." He replied after answering the phone and listening to what the calling party had to say.

"Lock up when you're done." He said to me and left just as quickly. I guess I would have to hold my words until the next time we meet.

I was satisfied that I had just made love to him for the second time. At least, this meant he didn't just still remember me, but remembered my body too. I picked up parts of my dress that were scattered around the floor and put them away as quickly as I could. When I was done, I moved all of his belongings back to where they were, fulfilling my cleaning duty before exiting the office. I went home smiling that evening. It was like the best day of my life, and looking forward to more days like that only made me happier.

Back home, no one was around. My father was probably in the palace, and my sister... Who cares about where she was? She could be with Mike or her spoiled friends for all I care. I went to my bedroom at lightning speed and had a shower. I wanted to take a siesta when I heard the doorbell ring. "And who could that be?" I asked myself as I grumbled. It was obviously not my father or sister, because they knew how to get in by themselves.

When I finally opened the door, it was my ex, Mike. My face twisted in disgust at his sight. "Hi," he uttered, keeping a very sheepish demeanor. I wasn't actually having it. At this point, nothing he did moved me anymore, or so I thought.

"Janey isn't here!" I said to him rudely. "I know," he replied. "Then why are you here?" I asked him. "I'm here to see you. I want to talk about that night," he replied again. It then occurred to me that, since that incident occurred a few days ago, we never actually had a direct conversation about it. I guess it was about time.

"Will you at least let me come inside?" he asked me. "No, I'm comfortable listening to you from here," I replied to him. Even though he tried to act like he was fine, I could see the shock in his eyes. The fact that I could be that mean spooked him. I know it also made him angrier, because it changed the way he spoke to me too.

"Well, I wanted to come tell you that you're a whore!" he said, so loud that if anyone was around, they would obviously hear. "How dare you come to my house and insult me like that?" I asked him. I was also growing angrier on my own.

"Well, you met someone for the first time and fucked him!" he said to me. "Tell me you didn't give your virginity to that prince." He asked me. I couldn't say a word. I knew I did, and he was trying to put me in a box using gaslighting.

"If I didn't find my sister riding you in that room, maybe things would have been different. You were both making fun of me while you cheated. You clearly didn't love me, why do you care what I do with my body now?" I unleashed upon him. He started becoming soft.

"But we can still work things out," he said, trying to talk me into taking him back, but I was done with him. "You know what? Thank you for coming here. I guess I should use this period to officially break up with you. I am done with this relationship," I said.

My words hit him like a couple of knives to his chest. "Please, don't do that. You can't just leave me. Remember all the good times," he begged. "Yeah. Good luck recreating them with my sister," I shot at him before making a move to close the door. He, however, wasn't ready to let me go. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards himself.

"What the hell, Mike! Let me go!" I yelled as I struggled to take myself off his grip. After a while, I finally did and closed the door as fast as possible, breathing heavily. That was close. I let out a sigh. I might have spilled a tear or two when I remembered the past with him, but as I said, that was the past. I am now all for the future, the one with my VC. Or so I thought….