Free Interrupted Vol 1 by S Moose

mouth is turning me on. But since that day in the conference room he hasn’t had me do that again. When we’re not being kinky, Sharp listens and isn’t an asshole. It’s a rare time when he’s not an arrogant, sexy asshole, and I do love that side of him. There are so many sides of Sharp, and I love each side. He’s a sexy, foul-mouthed asshole I’m completely falling for.
    Sharp: Why? Don’t you wanna get into bed and touch yourself.
    Me: Mmm, that does sound like a plan. I can’t wait to meet you.
    Sharp: So you can fuck me? Let me devour your delicious pussy and make you scream my name? That can be arranged.
    Me: You’re an ass.
    Sharp: Yet, here we are talking.
    He’s right. Sighing, I open a few browsers and work on a project due in two weeks. Looking outside my window, the August clouds spread through the skies, shimmering with pink and soft orange. Looking outside brings some peace to me. It’s like that feeling when suddenly you realize how you’re living your life and you want to change, but you can’t. There’s an invisible force field holding you back. Only one person can release you from that pain and being held down. Yet, you have no idea where that person is, the one who is holding your heart. He might be dead or he might be happily married with a sexy wife and a beautiful baby. See that’s the thing about not knowing where someone is. Your mind wanders and you think about the most fucked up shit. Of course I hope he’s alive and well. At least that’ll make one of us.
    Looking down at my calendar I notice the date, August 20 . It’s his twenty-eighth birthday. Happy birthday in Heaven I think to myself. Silently I say a prayer and hope it reaches my Ayden.
    “Meet me at our spot at 9pm. We’ll start over, and I’ll take care of you, Camila. I’ll always take care of you.”
    Deciding it’s time to go home, I lock my computer and grab my things. I’ll finish more over the weekend, I tell myself.
    The drive home isn’t too bad. I fight trying to keep my eyes open. I didn’t realize how tired I am until now. When I make it home I notice Henry’s car in the driveway. “What the fuck?” I whisper.
    Rushing inside I find Henry in the kitchen drinking a glass of my wine. “What the fuck are you doing here?
    He comes over to me, pulling me to his body. “Shhhhh.” My mind is reeling, confused with what’s going on. His hand snakes over my skirt as he slides it in and plays with my folds. “You like this?”
    “Get the hell away from me,” I seethe, but damn it does feel good to have someone else touching me. “Stop, Henry!”
    “Tell me to get the fuck out of the house, and I will.” Shit, this is bad. “You’re so wet, Cam.”
    “Keep going.” There’s no more passion between us. This is strictly just sex. I need this right now.
    “Ride me, Sweetheart.” Without thinking, I straddle his hips and slowly slide down on his hard cock. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”
    His eyes are watching me, but there’s no emotion. “Does it feel good? Me riding you?”
    “Uh, yeah, Cam. Really good.”
    “Tell me how you want it.”
    “You’re doing it, Sweetheart. Just keep fucking me like this.”
    Henry’s lips kiss me all over while I’m riding him. My wet pussy tightens around him, and he tells me how good it feels. Bouncing up and down, I close my eyes and throw my head back, yelling his name.
    Quickly he picks me up and pushes me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his taunt waist as he fucks me fast and hard. Yes this is what I want!
    “Henry, fuck me hard. My pussy needs it so bad!”
    He grunts fucking me harder. His hand wraps around my neck pushing me harder against the wall. Fuck, where did he learn that? His hand tightens a little more, and as painful as it is, I really like it.
    “Oh shit, I’m about to come. Fuck.”
    “No! No!” It’s only been a few minutes! “I need more!” He slows down and pulls out of me. Lying me on the kitchen floor his mouth