Page 1 of 14 Night Tryst

I’ve always deemedmyself a noble man and tried to live my life in accordance with that perception.

Until recently—until I mether—and all my morals got shot to the deepest core of hell.

Savannah West—the beautiful, and most intoxicating young lady I had the pleasure of meeting less than a week ago.

I’ve not been this smitten with a woman since my infatuation with Cindy Crawford back in the late nineties.

Fuck, now there’s a throwback.

The star of my fourteen-year-old self’s fantasy. My bedroom walls were covered with posters of her in bathing suits. My first ever masturbation session was to the picture of her sprawled out on the beach in a gold bikini. Her enchanting chocolate brown eyes staring into mine while I dry humped my pillow, picturing her slick pussy lips gliding over my dick until I’m coming hot and hard in my boxers.

Twenty-six years later, I’m sprawled out on my super king size bed, my throbbing cock clasped tightly around my fist while I frenziedly fuck myself to orgasm, only this time it’s not Cindy Crawford’s pussy I’m envisioning—no, it’s Savi’s, who is not only twenty years my junior, she’s also my son’s ex-fucking-girlfriend.

Christ.

What a clusterfuck of a predicament I’ve gone and gotten myself tangled up in.

Twenty-eight hours ago, she was my insatiable little wildfire that I couldn’t get enough of, and now, she’s nothing more than an unattainable—not to mention sordid fantasy. Damn, the deep-routed disappointment that engulfed me when I saw her at April’s birthday party and my boy introduced her to me as the girl he’s been seeing.

Of all the women in San Diego, I had to go and fuck my son’s ex.

A whole goddamn year and her name never came up, he didn’t mention her to me, not once.

They broke up a measly forty-eight hours before Savannah and I met and started sleeping together. Now, I’ve got to fight off every carnal urge I have whirring inside whenever she’s around me to not bend her over and ruin that impeccably tight cunt of hers, until she’s full to brim withmyseed and craves no other than me.

Perhaps this is a cosmic sign from above that I shouldn’t get tangled up with a woman twenty years my junior.

I mean, what the hell was I thinking? What would people think or say seeing me with a girl old enough to be my daughter? I’ll be perceived as one of those old codgers going through a midlife crisis desperately trying to hold onto their youth.

Oh, but fuck, if she isn’t worth it.

Those words she brazenly voiced back in that study at April’s birthday last night is relentlessly circling inside my head.

“He’s not the one I’m thinking about right now.”

He…being my son and fuck me if I wasn’t ready and willing to go against my morals and take her up against that door like a savage.

How am I supposed to resist her when every crevice of my body is craving her like a rampant addict? You would think I’d be put off by the fact she’s been with my son, but here I am rock hard at the mere memory of the taste of her.

“Fuck,Savi.” I rasp, dragging my hand up my shaft and twisting around the head, picturing her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. My hips rock up, lifting off the bed while I thrust into my hand, chasing down that desperately sought release I can feel building deep in my groin. “Ahh, fucking Christ, I’m coming for you, baby.” With a throaty groan, I surrender to the euphoric sensation that consumes me, starting at my toes and rapidly flowing to my brain, momentarily short circuiting every one of my cognitive functions. “Savannah.” Her name spills past my lips as I fire ropes of my hot seed all over my stomach and chest—hell, I cum so hard I even get hit in the face.

My body goes limp, and I collapse back onto my bed, spent and basking in my post orgasmic bliss until it slowly wanes.

Goddamn, I miss her, she’s on my mind every second of every day and I hate myself for it.

I’m due to fly out to Istanbul with her in two days—I know, it’s a daft idea and I’m playing with fire taking her with me, but arrangements had already been made before I found out about her being my son’s ex-girlfriend. Now, I have forty-eight hours to get my shit together, because if I continue the road I’m heading down I’ll last all of five minutes with my resistance and succumb wholly to the all too eager animal inside me and give her a good seeing to.

It's fine though, I’m a man of control above everything else.

I’ve got this.

Ha, like fuck you do.

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“Good morning, Mr. Peirce.”

I smile nodding in greeting to Emily—the bubbly young woman that was hired by HR to be my executive assistant almost a year ago. And I must say my life has never been so organized. She’s deserving of every dime she gets.

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