Page 42 of Red Snow
“That’s not fair. What am I supposed to sound like?”
“Like you’re not bored out of your mind by the guy,” I reply. “Honestly, he doesn’t even sound like your type.”
“How would you know what my type is? Go ahead, Detective, explain to me what my type is.”
“That’s simple. You don’t want someone who’s nice, and caring, and a gentleman. You want someone who’s blunt, and arrogant, someone rough around the edges. You don’t want a gentleman, you want a badass. When he fucks you, is it nice and caring? If so, I feel sorry for you, because that shit is boring. Who wants nice and caring sex? Fuck that.” I laugh to myself as I pour another shot and knock it back. As I put the glass down and prepare to slide it back to Danielle, I see her getting up out of her seat.
“Well, you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” she says as she sits down on the edge of the desk closest to me. Her tight skirt is hugging her legs as she crosses one over the other.
“It’s not that I’ve got you figured out,” I answer, trying to stay focused on what I’m about to say instead of her legs. “It’s just that no woman wants to be bored like that. Women want to feel their hearts racing, and the man is supposed to provide that every day. If your heart doesn’t race when you see him, when you think of him, or when he fucks you, then you might want to reconsider settling down with Ethan, the Dean of Boredom University.”
“You just think you’re God’s gift, don’t you?”
“What? No, but I know what I’m talking about.”
“You do, I must admit,” she says. “You’re right. Ethan is a little boring, and maybe I do fantasize about having a racing heart. Maybe I do fantasize about a good, hard, rough fucking. And maybe you’re ready to stop talking. Maybe you’re ready to make my heart race right here, right now.”
Fuck.
I look up at Danielle and watch in awe as she un-buttons her shirt and lets it fall to the floor. Her white bra is lace and way too sexy for being worn to work, but I don’t have to look at it for long, because Danielle quickly takes it off and drops it in front of me. Her tits are gorgeous for a woman in her forties, and she knows it. But I know I shouldn’t do this.
“Danielle, we can’t go down this road,” I explain as I stand up. “We’ve already done this before, and it didn’t end well. You’re my boss, and I can’t give you the commitment you’re looking for.”
“Times have changed, Jarrod,” she says as she places a hand on my stomach and slowly slides it down to my belt buckle. “I have Ethan for commitment. I just want you to fuck me. Right here in this office while nobody’s around. In fact, as your boss, I’m ordering you to fuck me, or I’m going to fire you. I’m tired of all the flirting and innuendos. I want your cock in me right now. Fuck me, Jarrod.”
Fuck!
How the hell is a single man supposed to say no to that? Even when I know it’s a horrible idea, and I know I’ll probably regret it, saying no when a beautiful cougar like Danielle says “Fuck me, Jarrod,” just doesn’t even seem possible. She has her hand on my belt, then the belt is undone and her hand is down my pants. She maneuvers right around my underwear and takes my fully erect cock in her hand. That’s it. She won. No going back now.
Fuck!
In the blink of an eye, our mouths are colliding and my hands are grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples. She’s moaning into my mouth as she strokes my cock and drops my pants to my ankles. It’s all happening so fast I can barely make sense of it, and before I know it, her skirt is falling to the floor and she’s spreading her legs for me on top of her desk.
The office is filled with heat as I position myself between her legs and thrust into her as she clutches my back. She squeals in delight and I feel her nails digging into my skin as I start stroking in and out. I go slowly for the first two strokes, then I start pounding her.
She wants her heart to race, she wants to be fucked rough and hard. Well, I’m the perfect motherfucker for that. I let the liquor in my stomach fuel me and I fuck Danielle like I’m mad at her. Maybe I am mad. Maybe I’m mad at everything—Stacey, the Snowman Killer, the slow progress in the case, my inability to turn Danielle down. I fuck Danielle like I’m mad at the whole world, and if anyone walked within a mile of this building, they’d hear her screams. Danielle throws her head back and doesn’t choke it down at all. She lets it all out like she’s been holding it in her whole life, and the sound of it just drives me on.
“Yes, Jarrod! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck my pussy!” she yells, and I do as she asks with pleasure.
“Turn the fuck around,” I snap, cutting her off. I pull out, grab Danielle by the hair and force her to turn around and bend over on her desk. She flails her arms trying to steady herself, and everything from her desk goes flying off it, scattering across the floor.
Before I slide my thickness into her, I slap her on the ass as hard as I can. She screams just as my handprint shows up on her skin. I smile when I see it, and think of it as a message to Ethan that he should fuck his girl right. The message is, “If you don’t fuck your woman right, somebody else will.”
“Fuck me, Jarrod,” Danielle shouts, right on cue.
I push myself into my boss and fuck her from behind like a madman. The desk rattles and slides across the tile floor as I thrust into her with a vicious force. Danielle puts her head down and moans with every stroke, and even from behind, I can see the skin on her neck turning red before my eyes.
“Don’t stop, Jarrod!” she yells as it builds up. I grip her hips and pound in and out of her with everything I’ve got, until my favorite sound can be heard in the air—the sound of a knee-rattling orgasm.
Danielle comes hard and loud, and I feel like a fucking king as I keep it going, trying to prolong the sound for as long as I can. I keep pounding and pounding while she screams, and just as my own orgasm hits me, I pull out and come all over Danielle’s ass as she moans her approval.
“Holy fucking shit,” I exclaim as I come down from the bliss. Danielle slowly stands up and starts to laugh.
“Wow,” she says, giggling. “Now that’s what I call a racing heart. You sure do know how to please a woman, Jarrod.”
I don’t even know how to respond, so I just grab my pants and underwear off the floor and slide them back on. I have to take a minute to catch my breath, so I sit back down in the chair in front of Danielle’s desk, still panting.
“I don’t have anything to worry about, do I Danielle?” I ask her, once I’m able to speak clearly.
