The springs on the couch began to squeak loudly, as though it couldn’t take much more pressure. That was the kind of sex that I needed. Even though I was in love with him, that night was an intense sexual release between two people with loads of built-up stress. Richard even spanked my ass a few times, which I surprisingly enjoyed.
I flipped onto my back, spread my legs apart, and encouraged him to enter. He had a surprise for me, though.
Sinking down, he buried his face into my pussy licking and sucking as I wrapped my legs around him. I didn’t want to climax yet, though. I tried to make the session last as long as possible, but it was virtually impossible. He had the best tongue I’d ever encountered.
I sat up and pushed him onto his back, then ground my swollen folds against his mouth.
“Give it to me,” he grunted in between licks.
My hips moved back and forth until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Richard!” I yelled his name as I released my orgasm into his mouth, my hips moving back and forth long after it was over. He just felt so good inside of me.
“My turn,” he said, putting me onto my back.
Richard got on top of me, placed his hard cock back inside of my throbbing walls and smirked at me with mischievous eyes. He put one hand behind my neck and the other on my left breast. I reached up to kiss him, but he shook his head.
“Why?”
He smiled as he continued thrusting into me.
“I want to see you when it happens.”
His pounding got harder and more forceful, as though he were marking his territory. As he got closer, I found myself getting close too.
“Richard, oh God,” I whimpered.
His hand on the back of my neck gripped harder, pushing me closer to his face.
“Annie!”
As I felt him release his juices inside of me, another orgasm washed over my body, and I trembled wildly. At no point did we stop looking into each other's eyes.
When it was all over, he rolled onto his back, and we laid there, breathing hard. Then Richard pulled me closer, my breasts pressing into his chest, and my arm draped across his stomach.
At some point, we both fell asleep, and I was no longer worried about our future. I was in love.
16
Richard
Two Weeks Later
Those prior two weeks had been pretty hectic. While Annie and I were doing quite well, seeing each other regularly and having fantastic sex, it was still like pulling teeth when it came to seeing Addison. Heather insisted on always being there, even though it was evident that Addison didn’t care for her own mother.
I also had a growing suspicion that Heather was keeping tabs on me.
None of my security cameras had caught her car anywhere near my property. Still, I had a distinct feeling that someone was following me. On my last date with Annie, which consisted of dinner and a movie, a black SUV kept showing up. Whenever I looked in the rearview mirror to get a glimpse of the license plate, it quickly sped away.
I had spotted the same SUV behind me on several other occasions, too. Almost every time that I went to my lawyer's office, the black SUV was nearby. I also saw it near my parent's mansion a few times. Its only distinguishing mark was a large white scratch along the back, which I noticed every time it sped away. On one occasion, I was able to get Z, L, and number six on the license plate.
Danielle wrote down the information and tried determining who the SUV belonged to, but nothing came up.
It was my day to spend with Addison, and all I wanted to do was take her out for ice cream. There was a new ice cream parlor called Sprinkles, and I knew that Addison would have so much fun. Her favorite ice cream flavor was cotton candy, and I was aching for a father-daughter moment. I held my breath and called Heather.
“Yes?”
“Good afternoon to you too, Heather.” She let out a sigh, and I could just see her rolling her eyes. “Today’s my day, and I’d like to take Addison out to Sprinkles for ice cream. What time can I pick her up?”
