Page 46 of The Family Man

“No one is coming in. I am the only one with a key. No one can see us.” He stops and pulls me back into his body. “Come on, sunshine, think about it as a christening for my new place.” He continues unbuttoning his jacket. “Now take those panties off for me.”

I reach around and unzip my leather skirt. I slide the skirt down my legs, step out of it, and turn around to place it on the booth seat. Then I hear Zac’s suck in his breath.

“Fuck me.” His hands run slowly over my purple lace boy shorts. I can feel him press his length to the back of me.

“Hold on to the table and spread your legs, baby.”

“Do you want me to take off my heels?”

He grunts. “Nah, baby, the heels stay. It’s sexy as fuck. Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

He takes his legs, and kicks each of mine wider.

“Since the day you came to my door and threw my shit on me, I wanted to taste you, squeeze your tight ass.” He squeezes my butt and spanks it softly. I know he is talking but his touch is putting me into a slow trance.

“I came to your door ready to fight,” I state as I slowly rotate my hips.

“Look at us now. We’re ready to fuck. Can I fuck you, Sage?”

I nod, because I don’t think I can function verbally at this point.

“Good.” I hear him shifting to the back of me. I close my eyes and lean forward over the table. The edge of the table is digging into my stomach, and I don’t even care.

I feel his nose pressing onto my lower back. “You smell so good.” He slowly drags my panties down my thighs, over my calves.

“Step out,” he commands.

I step out of my undies and wait.

His hands came down heavy on my ass. He grips both sides and parts them. “Look at that butt hole.”

Then I feel his finger tease me there, then look back, just as he was about to kneel down.

“Hold on, baby.” The hot swipe of his tongue over my pussy made me shake. I feel his soft beard move, with each stroke.

He parts my pussy with his tongue. “Oh, Zac!”

I slap the table because he is hitting my spot.

The way he is easing his fingers into my pussy, I think he is proving me wrong. “Oh, Jesus.”

“You praying, baby girl?” Then he plunges his fingers into me and my pussy makes that mushy sound and my knees buckle as his tongue sucks near my butt hole.

He groans and pulls his fingers out. His tongue licks from clit to hole. He sucks on my lips, like I am taking away his air supply. My hands reach out and swipe the table. Glasses smash to the floor, but we don’t stop.

“Your pussy tastes like sweet cream. Shit, I can’t get enough.”

I’m about to cum, I need words, I can’t formulate any. I rock my body onto his face.

“Oh, God, Zac.”

Then he pulls away. What the—.

He turns me around, and I’m watching in shock. “The only thing you are coming on is my cock.” His beard glistens as it is covered in my pussy juice.

He kisses me roughly and bites my lips, my pussy contracts. Tasting myself shouldn’t be erotic but mixed with him it sure is. He pushes me softly toward the table and I sit down on it. Looking up at my man, his eyes are hungry, like he is holding back.

I lay back on the table and put my elbows under my back. Then I open wide for him. He unzips his pants and takes his length out. I swallow, as I watch the purple mushroom head of his veiny cock. He strokes it slowly as he looks down at me.

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