Contract And Marriage

Maximus

My eyes widened at what she said, and I forgot my curiosity about how she got inside my condo. “Say that again.”

“What exactly, sir?” she asked in confusion before her eyes suddenly widened, and she quickly covered her face with both hands. “What I meant to say was- I-” she stammered. I suddenly remembered Sarina because she said the same thing when we were in Las Vegas, experiencing her way of pleasing me.

“You were saying, Bella?” I asked.

“Maybe I can have a taste or experience living here in your condo; it’s so big and beautiful…” she finally managed to say. But her gaze kept sweeping from my chest down to the bulge of my manhood, which was only covered by a towel.

“Are you sure it’s just the experience of living in my condo that you want and not to experience me tasting you?” I asked.

Her cheeks turned red, and she looked at me before her eyes darted around, not knowing where to look. “Gosh, sir, what do you mean by that? You’re so rich and educated, but you talk like you grew up on the streets!” she burst out. She was about to walk to the living room, but I stopped her.

“Who are you really, Bella?” I asked. Why does everything she says remind me of my wife?

“Sir?” she asked in confusion. “I don’t understand you.” I stared at her, and she met my gaze. I could see her swallowing hard occasionally, just as I did when I recalled what happened in my office.

“Who are you, Bella? Why do I keep thinking of my wife whenever you open your mouth?”

“Huh? How would I know, sir! Maybe you’re just being perverted, sir. Don’t drag me into it.” I clicked my tongue after she said that.

“Every day, you don’t know the torment I feel when I talk to you.” There’s no point hiding my feelings since I already knew she was feeling the same.

“Sir, please. I need my job. Don’t make me resign,” she said, sounding worried, maybe thinking about her son’s special needs.

“That’s the problem; I can’t bring myself to fire you because, in your voice, I hear my wife. You made me feel like I’m with her, even for a moment.” I didn’t need to hide it from her anymore because I was struggling, too. She should know now what I feel whenever we’re close.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“It doesn’t seem like it, sir; I even caught you with that bow-legged woman-” she suddenly covered her mouth after saying that.

“Bella,” I called her name, making her look at me. “I can feel that you want us to kiss too, and I know that you’re married-”

“Ah, sir, this is the document Sir Aries sent that you need to review.” She cut me off, handing over the folder she was holding. “I’ll leave now because-”

She didn’t finish her sentence or attempt to walk away because I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. Our eyes locked, and neither of us wanted to look away.

“Tell me you didn’t feel anything when I kissed you in my office.” She couldn’t answer, her lips slightly parted. I was dying to kiss and taste her lips again, but I held back. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.

What if I was wrong? What if I misunderstood her? I was becoming too sinful because even though I knew she was married, I was still here, tempting her. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat before speaking. “Sir, let’s not talk about what happened. It won’t do us any good if we don’t forget it. So let’s just go back to how things were before.”

“You still haven’t done what I asked.” If she was confused, so was I. I felt like I was going crazy thinking about it, and I wouldn’t be at peace until she did what I wanted her to do.

She stared at me, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. After a few moments, I didn’t wait for her to speak anymore and pulled her in for a kiss. Whatever happens, happens.

I didn’t feel her resist, proving she wanted it too. I deepened our kiss just like how I would kiss my wife. I didn’t want to think about it because it wasn’t fair to Bella, but I couldn’t help it. For me, my secretary screams Sarina to me.

I heard something fall to the floor, but I ignored it, especially when her hands moved to my shoulders and wrapped around my neck. My body was aching for her, so I quickly removed her blazer and long-sleeved polo. It wasn’t hard because she let me do it freely.

She was only left in her bra, so I unclasped it from behind and let it fall to the floor along with her other clothes. I then unzipped her pencil-cut skirt and let it slide down after I unhooked it.

I finally removed the towel wrapped around my waist before lifting her up, intending to carry her to the guest room, but she pointed to my bedroom instead. I don’t know why I didn’t think twice about doing it. I only wanted Sarina, the only woman I bring into my room, but as I already said, Bella is different.

I laid her on the bed and didn’t close the door since it was just us. I quickly took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it, making her gasp and tug at my hair. I slowly slid down her remaining clothing-her panties.

“Ohh.. Maximus…” she moaned. I was pleased because she didn’t say “sir.” I was like a baby eager for its mother’s milk as I sucked on her two crowns, which had quickly become my favorites. “Please, keep going… it feels so good…” she moaned.

I was even more encouraged and completely forgot who she was. I intensified what I was doing, something I thought I had forgotten how to do because it had been so long since I last pleasured my wife.

Because of that thought, I suddenly looked at Bella, and it looked like I saw my wife’s pleasured face. Couldn’t she just be my wife? That everything was just a bad dream, and now I’m awake with her? I shook my head and continued. Their faces were different, and I knew it. But I can’t stop now; I want this woman in front of me who had made me restless the moment I heard her voice.

“Shit, Maximus, eat my pussy,” she suddenly said. “Oh my gosh!” I looked at her in surprise when I heard that before she spoke again. “Why did I say those words?” then she covered her face with her hands again. I smiled and pulled her arms down.

“Don’t cover your face; tell me what you want me to do.” She just looked at me, seemingly embarrassed, before nodding, and I continued what I was doing.

I resumed pleasuring her, and as I did, a different kind of joy filled my heart. Just as she wanted, I played with her clit with my tongue, aided by my fingers, and every moan she made was like music that brought me happiness.

I kept going until I played with her nipples with my fingers while she reached her orgasm. “Ohh, Maximus, why does this feel so good?” she asked, looking confused but with a face full of bliss.

“How do you feel about it?” I asked her.

“I don’t know why it feels so good even though I know it’s wrong.”

“Me too..” I replied. “But I’m not done yet,” I positioned on top of her. I gently teased the entrance of her womanhood with the tip of my manhood to entice her, and I was delighted with the sight of her lips parted, eagerly waiting for me.

“Maximus… You’re driving me crazy in a good, good way…” Our eyes met, and I didn’t want to look away because I wanted her to see that she was with me, not her husband. After teasing her and making her crave it, I finally thrust my hard and eager manhood inside her.

“Ahh! It feels so good!!” we both exclaimed. I saw her smile, and I couldn’t help but smile too. Forgive me, Bella, but my wife’s beautiful face suddenly appeared. Damn! This is unfair to her. I know I’m not using her to satisfy my longing for Sarina because I feel she’s important to me, too. Whatever this feeling, I’ll ensure I don’t hurt this woman.

And I sped up, thrusting deeper into her. As deep as I could go. “It feels so good…” Damn! She’s a screamer! I kept thrusting, not knowing what happened, but she suddenly froze as if confused.

“Is there anything wrong?” I asked, stopping what I was doing.

“Huh? No, it’s just that- never mind. Why did you stop?” I smiled again. This must be the kind of woman I’m really into. And because she wanted it, I continued with each thrust. I could feel she was close, so I went faster, harder, over and over until we both felt the surge of ecstasy from deep within, spilling out between our thighs.

“Damn! My wife…..”

“My husband,” we shouted in unison.