Free Desperate Thoughts: The Gift by Ian Dalton

yelled through the glass.
    "Go away."
    "I can make you happy again. I can. This was meant to be."
    "No, this can’t happen." Shaking her head again, she walked away from the door.
    After thinking for a moment, he rushed around to the back of the house. He jumped to reach the top of the high fence then struggled to get his body to the ridge. He teetered at the top for a moment then slipped as he went over and landed with a loud thump in the grass. After shaking off the pain, he headed to the patio door. From inside the house, Victoria turned and saw him there, but made no attempt to run. She wore the same short sexy robe that he’d seen her in before. Sliding open the unlocked door, he stepped in. "You know you want this to happen."
    He walked slowly to her and gazed into her eyes. "I was put here to have sex with you. David would have wanted it. When he told you to go on with your life, this is what he wanted for you. This is what he meant."
    Pulling her to him, he squeezed her ass as he kissed her neck. She relented, tossed her head back and let him. He gently sucked on her neck for a moment then pulled back. She straightened her head and they looked deep into each other’s eyes as he opened her robe. He ran his lips down to her breasts then covered a stiff nipple with his mouth and began sucking. Taking it between his teeth, he gently gnawed on it as she moaned. He slid the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She wore only black lace thong panties. He stood, stepped back and gazed down upon her body breathlessly as he pulled off his shirt and shorts. He tore down his boxers; his hard cock sprang free and pointed right at her. Her eyes locked on his manhood. "No. I won’t let you put it inside me. This is not what David wanted. It’s not what I want!"
    "How do you know?"
    Turning away from him, she closed her eyes and sighed.
    He moved slowly to her, placing his hands on her neck. She shuttered and let out a long slow breath. Felling his erection pressing between the cheeks of her ass, she gasped. "Oh my God…I…"
    "What?"
    She didn't reply, instead she pressed back against him, feeling his hardness slip lower following the tiny string of her thong until it pressed into her pussy through her completely soaked panties. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "I want to feel…"
    "Tell me!" Reaching around her, his hands landed on her breasts and he massaged them gently.
    "Oh…" She reached down with one hand slipping her panties to the side and reached back with her other hand taking hold on his erection, pulling it into her until his swollen head was parting her lips. "To feel you insi—"
    "Yes." He gasped.
    With her mouth open wide, she held perfectly still with his thick cock positioned just inside her entrance. Pressing down on his shaft, she prevented him from slipping into her any further. Her mind was reeling, she wanted him inside her desperately, but could she, should she? Shaking her head, suddenly she moved forward releasing his cock. "No, I can't."
    Turning to him, she took his penis in her hands. Looking him in the eye, she moved her lips close to his but didn't kiss him repeating the word no with a silent breath. She placed her lips on his chest and sucked at his flesh for a moment before heading lower trailing kisses down his abdomen.
    Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her up. "No."
    "Yes," she said. "One last blowjob…or nothing."
    She tried to bend down again and he grabbed her tight. Putting his hand between her thighs, he slipped his fingers into her panties to her soaking wet pussy.
    "You’re so wet. You want this."
    "No," she said as she struggled to break free.
    Holding her with one arm, he lifted her up. He took hold of his cock and slid it between her legs, pressing it once again against her panty-covered wetness. "Tell me you want this."
    She closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again she found him waiting for her reply. They stared into each other's eyes not moving.