Joy was sitting at her desk, shocked to hear from Montel on a Friday. She thought he had to work, but he wanted to surprise her. He had the night off and wanted to hook-up with her. She couldn't deny him, since he reminded her that he hadn't seen her in ages. Now he was meeting her at her house. Thank goodness Tony didn't have something lined up for them tonight.
Montel arrived, looking hotter than ever. His big brown eyes, deep dimples, and enormous dick had been on her mind of late. She realized that even though Tony had been plowing her pussy like he was breaking new ground, she did miss Montell. She still had a soft spot for him. She couldn't wait to feel him gliding in and out of her.
Montel arrived at her house quickly, entering with his spare key. Joy forgot all about the food he was bringing, once she laid her eyes on his, with his smooth mocha smile, his deep set almond eyes, and those dimples that lit up his face, pulling her to kiss him madly. He bruised her lips with his, reminding her of how steamy sex used to be between them. Montell titillated her senses with the excitement of his lips all over her body. He untied her halter top and led her to the bed, feasting on her nipples as he removed the rest of her clothing.
“Come inside baby.” She was too ready for him. He was kissing her everywhere, and he entered her forcefully, instead of slowly like he would usually do. He pulled her legs up over his hips, so he could thrust in farther. He pounded her, watching the expression on her face. She was gripping the sheets, arching her back, groaning and gasping. This was unlike Montell, to be fucking her with such power, but she liked it. She could feel him getting harder as she got hotter. She pushed her hips into his strokes, bringing herself even closer to an orgasm.
“That’s right Montell, do it hard, fuck me hard baby. I’m about to explode all over you.”
Montell rode her, pumped her, burying his dick deep within her steamy cavern with each stroke. She felt the wave of release as she came, and he kept going. For the moment she thought of nobody but him, remembering all the things he did to her body to make her pussy rage with fire. She felt him finally succumb to all the wild gyrations going on inside of her, letting out a loud groan, as she felt his body shaking. He kissed her nipples and grabbed her tight, as both their bodies slowly came to an anti-climax from all the excitement. He smothered her mouth with wet, wild kisses.
"Damn, Montell, what got into you tonight? Baby, you've got me so hot for your ass."
"I love you Joy, I really love you." He was looking into her eyes, saying the words with such emotion that it almost made her cry. There was something in his voice, something different, as he held her so tight she could barely breathe.
“I know baby, I love you too. I missed your smiling face Montell.” Her heart started aching with guilt..
“Did you? Do you really love me Joy? Like I love you? I would do anything for you. I was even thinking about us getting married.” He moved her hair away from her face.
Married? Oh hell, where did that come from? She didn’t know what to say. She loved him, but she surely couldn’t marry him. She was living a lie enough as it was.
“Married Montell? When did this enter your mind? We never discussed marriage before.” She wondered what was really on his mind.
“Yes, I said marriage. Maybe if we got married and spent more time together, you wouldn’t have time to be running around with your boss.” He was stroking her hair, but she pulled away from him.
“Just what do you mean, I wouldn’t have time to be running around with my boss? It’s part of my job to ‘run around with him’, as you call it. We are always out going to meetings with clients. It’s part of the business. I keep telling you this.” She touched him on the forehead.
“Really? Do you meet with clients at night, when you’ve told me you were on your way to bed? Are you out with clients at ten o’clock at night, in your boss’s car?” He looked her dead in the eyes waiting for her response.
Her jaw dropped. Did he see her somewhere?
“Montell,” she laughed nervously, “what do you mean? I’ve been at home all week. Maybe you thought you saw me.” She tried to look away from him, but he pulled her head around to face him.
“Yeah, maybe I did, but did I see a mirage when I saw that same car at the bank this morning, and I saw you walk over to your boss, and he whispered in your ear, before planting his hand on your ass? Did I just imagine that too this morning, in the parking lot of your bank?”
Oh God, he was there this morning. He had watched them. How could she get out of this? She laid there, looking at him blankly, in shock.
Her cover was blown. She was busted.
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