By: Sam Crescent


“Just curious. You have a really tight pussy.”

There she went, her cheeks looking like ruby jewels. “I don’t think we should talk about this.”

“I’ve just been balls deep inside you.”

“Okay, how many women have you had?” she asked.

“A lot. I’ve been taught a few things in the past few years, but don’t forget, I’m older than you.” He tapped his nose. “What’s a little comparison between friends?”

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“What would you say we are?”

“I don’t know.”

“We can be friends as we’ve just gone past the hellos. I’ve been inside you. Do you fuck strangers often?”



“I find it hard to go the whole way with someone, and besides, I’m not the kind of woman that gets picked up in a bar.”

He raised a brow.

“I’m not. Believe me. I’m the kind of girl that gets asked to watch over car keys or a handbag so they can nip to the toilet.” She frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been picked up in a bar before. Is that some rite of passage?”

“I’m amazed no one has picked you up. I’d pick you up in a heartbeat.”

“You’re just being kind.”

“Then you don’t know me at all. I’m not kind. I’m a dick!”

She licked her lips again, staring down at the floor. He grabbed his shirt and tugged it over his head.

“I enjoyed today,” she said.

“Good. I did as well.”

“Erm, so Monday, my car will be ready?”

“It will.”


“Let me drive you home,” he said.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Your car is not ready. It’s the least I could do.”

She bit her lip again, and he was determined to have them wrapped around his cock as he deep throated her.

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Autumn smiled again, and it was the kind of smile that always took his breath away.

Grabbing his keys, he opened the door, waiting for her to take the lead. She slipped past him, and he closed his eyes as once again her scent surrounded him.

Today in his office was never going to be enough. He knew that now more than ever.

He held the door open for her, and she climbed in, thanking him. He wasn’t nearly done with her.

“How was the anniversary?” he asked.

“Horrible. I was made to sit at a table with a couple of boring men who wanted to do nothing but talk about work, and figures, and a lot of boring stuff. I ended up telling them I couldn’t read so I could make my escape.”

Summer at times really was priceless. Not that he could blame her. Where he was a dick, she was a bitch. If it wasn’t for the nice things he’d seen her do for Autumn, he’d have said she was a total bitch, but she wasn’t. She just didn’t always think about her actions.

Carter followed the directions that Autumn gave, and it wasn’t long before he was outside of her apartment building.

“This is me.”

“Nice place.”

“It could have been a lot worse.” She turned toward him. “Thank you for the ride.”

Carter was just about to let her go out, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her go away. “Wait.”

She stopped, looking back at him. “Yeah.”

“If you ever need to call, call me. You have an itch to scratch, or you want to just call me to talk.”


“You don’t regret it. I don’t regret it. Just think about it, Autumn. I’ll see you Monday.”

“It’ll have to be Monday afternoon.”

“No problem.”

She smiled and climbed out of the car.

It wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

Chapter Four

“And what did you do?” Hilary asked.

“Nothing. I got out of the car, went to my apartment, and just sat watching television all day,” Autumn said.

The whole day, her pussy had been sore from the pounding it took. That night, she’d gone to bed and used her vibrator to help stop the arousal building inside her. Being with Carter had opened up a dam inside her, and she couldn’t get it to stop. Two nights she’d had sexy dreams about him. Tonight she was going to see him again, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to keep her hands to herself.

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