Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I join Kelsey on her side of the desk, breaking my earlier promise. I’ll keep my hands to myself, but this is something I need to be right in front of her to say.
I seize her chin with one of my big hands, looking directly into those caramel eyes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve looked at you and thought about what it would be like to be buried deep inside your pussy.” I figure if we’re going to do this, I should be honest. I pull no punches. “I loved Jane, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes she reminded me of a praying mantis. She was so damn thin. Any curves she had when we met were long gone by the time she died. You, though… You have the perfect body. That ass,” I groan.
Kelsey shakes her head with frustration. “Are you being honest with me? You’re not just trying to get me back to bed?”
I smile at her. “I won’t lie and say I never want to get you in my bed again,” I say. I run my fingers down her soft cheek. It’s nice to see her face without a hint of tears. “But I’m being serious. I’ve been fantasizing about you for a long time. And it’s more than the physical honey. It’s your personality, your sass, and everything else about you.”
It’s true. As Jane’s condition spiraled, it wasn’t just our sex life that died. Because my wife became obsessed with food, and her lack of it. She couldn’t talk about anything except calories, exercise, and fasting, and to a red-blooded male, it was a turn-off. So even if physically, I never cheated on Jane, our marriage was already over. I had to find an alternative to my wife, a new confidante and lover.
But Kelsey doesn’t know.
“I’m having trouble believing that,” she says slowly.
Telling Kelsey about Jane’s sickness is tempting. Jane never wanted her family to know that she was struggling with food because she was ashamed. She knew she was ill and didn’t want to let the world in on her secret. It was one of the things we argued about a lot. I think she would have told Kelsey eventually, but now isn’t the right time to out my dead wife.
“Believe it, Kelsey,” I say quietly. If I can’t tell her about the real reasons she infiltrated my thoughts, maybe I can show her how much I mean what I’m saying. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It’s not just your body. I love your body. But it’s you, too. You smile so bright at everyone. You don’t let anyone give you shit. You’re brilliant and self-sufficient and you don’t need anyone to validate who you are. You make me want to be a better person, as ironic as that seems.”
She shoots me a wobbly smile. I kiss her lips tenderly, imbuing it with the emotions in my heart. It’s not the kind of kiss that goes further, the precursor to sex we’ve shared in the past. This is true romance.
In fact, it might even be love.
“Okay,” Kelsey says breathlessly when we part. “I believe you. I may not understand it, but I believe you.”
I kiss her again. Her lips feel like heaven against mine. How have I survived this long without knowing what it’s like to kiss this gorgeous girl?
Kelsey moans against my mouth. Unlike our earlier kiss, this one is clearly heading somewhere. Thank God I have a sound proof office.
“This is a bad idea,” she murmurs. “We shouldn’t keep doing this.”
I move my lips to her neck, causing her to moan.
“Such a bad idea.”
I take one of her t-shirt covered breasts into my hand and squeeze. My thumb traces her nipple through the shirt and bra.
“Oh, screw it. I’m okay with a bad idea when it feels so damn good.”
I laugh and capture her lips once again. She moans into my mouth, my hands still working steadily on her generous tits.
Kelsey is right, this is a really bad idea. She’s my dead wife’s sister. But hell if I’m going to stop now. I lift Kelsey easily and sit her on the desk, pulling the yoga pants from her wide hips. Without fanfare, I plow into her and screw her brains out while she knocks over all of the trinkets on my desk. Including the photo of Jane.
Since moving into this office, I’ve thought about how great it would be to have sex on my desk. Jane was never interested and I couldn’t be unfaithful to her. Clearly, I had no idea what I was missing.
Because Kelsey quakes on my cock, pushing me over the edge. I empty yet another load into her perfect pussy, groaning with strain as my balls quiver. We pant, holding each other up on the desk as we come down from the high.