Page 42 of His Vivacious Angel
She squeezes her eyes shut, and I yank my hips back, drop heavily to my knees, and pull her into a tight embrace. She drops her forehead on my shoulder, hooking her arms around my waist, hugging me just as tightly as she begins crying in earnest.
I cup the back of her head. Her little dick joke is nothing compared to what I’ve done. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done or said all that.”
“No, it’s not that.”
My shoulders relax by a fraction. “Then why are you crying?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers hoarsely, trembling in my arms.
I shift us so that I’m sitting with my back against the door, my legs stretched out, with Autumn curled on my lap. That’s where I hold her, letting her get her tears out as I lightly caress her hair, her back, and her thighs, giving her the space to cry.
When her tears fade, she surprises me by cupping my cheeks, lifting her chin, and then kissing me hesitantly. As soon as I meet her tongue with mine, she turns insatiable, shifting to straddle me. It’s her who strokes my cock until I’m fully hard again, and it’s her who tugs her skirt up to her hips and pulls her thong to the side. It’s her who lifts and positionsmy cockhead at her entrance, then drops down on my lap, making us both suck in strangled breaths. I may grip her by the hips, but she’s the one in control of how hard and fast we go.
I bang my head back against the door as I race toward climax. “Angel, oh fuck, that’s it.”
Brushing my lips with hers, her voice is raspy when she says, “Enjoy it, sir, because this is the last time you’ll ever get to touch me like this again.”
“What?” I ask uneasily, unsure if I heard her right.
Autumn tangles her fingers in my hair at the roots as she rides my cock, kissing me with a passion to match mine, confusing me all the more. “Baby, yes,” she moans into our kiss, melting into me. Her pussy walls contract around my shaft so forcefully with her orgasm, flooding my lap, that she siphons the cum right out of me.
“Angel, angel, I can’t pull out.” I seal our mouths together and cup the back of her head, pinning her to my chest, unable to think straight, blissed out by the euphoria of being so intimately connected to this angel in my arms.
But then there’s a seismic shift in the atmosphere, and Autumn shoves against my shoulders, and she shoots straight up off my lap before I finish cumming. The next rope of cum lands on and stains my slacks and the bottom of my white button-down. Stumbling back in her heels with the abrupt movement, she nearly falls, having to catch her balance by slapping a hand on her desk. As soon as she’s steady, Autumn yanks her skirt down.
“That was fun while it lasted,” she says with a forced laugh, flipping her messy hair over her shoulder. “Thanks, BigDawg.”
I stand up so fast that I get dizzy, lightheaded as I hike my wet slacks up over my spent cock, my heart beating faster. “Please don’t do this.”
“Do what?” she asks as if she’s as confused as I am, though she hugs herself as if she’s cold. Shielding herself.
I motion to her. “This. Act like it didn’t mean anything.”
She tilts her head. “Of course, it didn’t mean anything. I told you, I’m sowing my wild oats.” She blows out a whistle. “This was a hell of a way to start, I’ll give you that, BigDawg, but it’s time to move on. Hope the next guy can live up to it, or I’m going to be disappointed.”
“Stop it.” I try to grab her wrist, desperation welling inside me. This can’t be the end. “This ‘wild oats’ thing is a joke, and you know it, or else you wouldn’t be crying. What we have?—”
She jerks away from me, her humorous pretense falling away. “We have nothing, and we never will, Mr. Woods.”
My eyes grow hot as her words pierce my heart. “How can you say that?”
“Because we want very different things!” she shouts, swiping angrily at her cheeks, fresh tears brimming her lower lash line, her mascara all but washed away, making her look even younger.
“What things?” I ask in a lower voice, cringing when I dart my eyes to the door, where anyone could hear us.
“Sorry. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out and make your life any harder,” she mutters, and for the second time today, she storms out of the office.
It’s me, this time, who has to catch my balance before I fall, my knees weak beneath me. I drop into my chair with my elbows on the desk and my head in my hands, trying to think of where the hell I went wrong.
“What happened?” Sherman asks, standing in the open doorway. “Did you two get into an argument?”
I jam my stomach against the edge of the desk when I roll my chair forward, hoping like hell my boss hadn’t seen the wet cum stains on my clothes before doing so. “You could say that,” I croak.
“About what?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” I answer honestly, rubbing my forehead. What “different things” was she talking about?
“Hmm.” Sherman sucks his teeth as he sharpens his gaze on me. “I hope you can work things out between the two of you. If not, and you no longer wish to work together, then we need to have a meeting to come to some kind of resolution.”
