One Little Letter: A Bad Boy, Second Chance Romance (Office Escapades Book 1)

by Robin Edwards

  “I have a room here that I occasionally rent out for a few days when my parents become too much to handle and stress me out. Come inside with me. The things I need are upstairs.” She pointed to a 2nd-floor door, right above where we were parked.

  I was a gentleman and helped her from a car, and she led me upstairs to the door she previously pointed at and opened its door with the key she pulled from her purse. The motel suite was huge with a king sized bed and a flat screen television.

  “The bathroom’s over there in case you need it.” She said pointing to a closed door.

  “Go get ready, I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

  “Ready?” I questioned.

  “Well yeah? What needs fixing can’t be done with what you currently have on. So go in there and take them off.”

  Even though Jane was very evident, and I partially wasn’t in the mood because she was Jerry’s sister, but seeing her huge breasts bounce ever time she walked always had me ready to go.

  I had undressed in the bathroom, and Jane eventually knocked letting me know it was safe to come out. As I stepped out the room was dimly lit, I peeked around the edge of the bathroom door, wondering what I'd see when I stepped out. The room was mostly dark, with only a sliver of dim, with her silhouette on the bed.

  “Come take care of me. I need tons of fixing, and it's going to take your tool to fix it.”

  I stepped through the bathroom door into the main room toward the king size bed. I slowly crawled onto the bed to where she was. Her hand found my leg and eventually made its way into my briefs. Her hand made it inside them and grabbed me and squeezed.

  “Let’s not waste any more time and take those briefs off.” She said in a sultry voice.

  “There that’s better. Now lie back.” She said as she sat up and knelt down on either side of my hips. She started to rub up and down on me, and she eventually lowered herself until I had entered her. She began to moan as she began to rock her hips in a circular motion and I entered her deeper.

  “Do you like that?”

  "Oh, yes!" I grunted. "I like it too.” She groaned hoarsely as she settled herself more onto me. Jane started rocking her hips faster and faster screaming louder as she did so.

  “How’s that?” She grunted as pulled me on top of her.

  "Great! Does it hurt?” I asked as I pumped into her

  “Ughhhh.” Was all she said.

  I took it as a good sign as I continued to pump into her faster with each stroke.

  "Push faster and harder!” She screamed in ecstasy.

  I did as she asked and she started screaming louder.

  "Oooh!” She wailed.

  I pushed again, slid in deeper, and felt my body press against hers, and she said: “That’s good, just push a little harder and really drive into me!”

  I did roughly, and she gasped and moaned as she climaxed. Her breath rasped from her throat while her whole body shook. I continued my thrusting as hard as I could because it felt so good and I climaxed a few minutes later.

  Chapter Three

  Two years later

  I graduated junior college by now, and in the past couple of years, Jane and I had gotten together very frequently. It started off with us meeting occasionally at her designated hotel room, other days she was feeling really frisky and asked me to climb into her bedroom window and fuck her quietly in her bedroom with her parent's asleep next door. Which as hard to do so because nothing turned me on more than to bang her hard in her own bed with her parents next door. The idea of getting caught turned me on, and occasionally I’d forget where we were and start thrusting into her hard enough to cause her headboard to bang against the wall, but she’d quickly hush me, and fortunately her parents never woke up.

  Whenever we would fuck in her bed, I often found myself loving the idea of staying inside her as we fell asleep in the missionary position and whenever it was the morning I’d wake up still in her. I’d often get turned on again and start to fuck her again. By this time her parents were usually downstairs having breakfast or out the door rushing to work, and I’d start thrusting into her harder and faster causing her headboard to bang so hard against the shared wall it would create tears and holes into the wallpapered bedroom wall.

  During those times, while I was fucking her hard and fast I’d mutter profanity and talk dirty to her so much it turned me off even more and would cause me to start to pound into her so hard she’d scream my name.

  One morning we fucked for so long I missed my 9 am class, and by the time we finished fucking it was almost noon. Those moments were the greatest, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I guess you could say that Jane and I were sort of together, or at least I thought. We practically would get together at least several nights a week, weekends especially every week until I had graduated college 4 years after the first night we had sex. By then we must have made love hundreds of times, maybe thousands due to those nights where we had fucked a lot the same day.

  Luckily her house, especially her bedroom wasn’t too far from my parent's house or the campus of the college I had attended. Her bedroom was out of sight from any nosy neighbors that they had. Sometimes I’d spend the night with her, but parked my car half a block away so her parents wouldn’t notice.

  Fortunately, they never saw me. I would often call ahead of time when I had arrived, and she would already be in her bed ready for me to take her. She was insatiable, so there was never any real reason to go out and do something. Though there were times where I wanted to go on an actual date with her, but I’d be stupid to complain about a woman that not only wanted me to have sex with her on a regular basis but could handle my size without complaining about the pain.

  But, someone wise once said good things don't always last. I don’t know what they say about great things, but my great thing ended quickly one night. Her ex-boyfriend from her college years was in town, and she ran into him one afternoon.

  He looked different than she last remembered. He was more muscular and handsome. He also had a great job and became very wealthy which all were attractive attributes and were things that turned Jane on.

  I couldn’t compete with that, in fact, I didn’t even have a chance. They had hooked up that night. Not even in a nice quiet place or had dinner before, they just pulled up to a private trail and hooked up for hours in the back of his SUV.

  She didn’t tell me what they did at first as she and I were still sleeping together but my final romp with her or shall I say 48 hours romp fest with her was an experience. That weekend, we did everything imaginable. From Friday to Sunday, and then she told me she was ending things and hoped I understood.

  When I turned away, I had felt saddened.

  Chapter Four

  After Jane had left me, I went from hooking up several nights a week to nothing at all. I was back to me, myself and I. Again.

  I started graduate school months later, and because the campus was not far enough away from where Jane and I spent many nights fucking in her bedroom, it didn’t take long for women on campus to hear about my endowment.

  The annoyance started all over again – the constant flirtation, looks and giggling. At this age, women didn’t go about it coyly anymore, they were deliberately upfront and assertive. If only they knew how most women couldn’t handle my size, they wouldn’t be bothering me so much.

  Nonetheless, I set about finding someone else to date or at least hook up with, and most women lacked the good sense to take me seriously, and several others wouldn’t listen to me and gave up on me when hooking up with me hurt too much. I would often tell them, “I said so.” But they still wouldn’t learn their lesson. All the giggles and flirtation didn’t amount or count for much, but each time we hooked up, they would, of course, pay the price. So did I eventually.

  I ended up developing the reputation I should have had years ago for being too large. Because the reputation finally spread, I couldn’t get a date for the life of me. So I figured I needed to
pursue another older woman with a lot of experience. So much experience she would be physically loose.

  One of the TA’s for my graduate classes ended up introducing me to her older cousin who was an attractive woman but after our first date or hook up rather, she was out of the running. Too bad, she was really hot.

  My cultural anthropology professor was an older attractive woman but she was too small in height, I was afraid I’d break her. During one class day, she noticed me deliberately checking her out and she hit on me. Of course, that was a boost to my ego, but it didn’t solve my overall problem, so I turned her down.

  She had asked why and when I told her, she said to let her try and I did. But after the first hook up in her office closet, which was great at first – but it came to much for her half way into it. She could have at least let me finish!

  I started zipping up my pants when she asked: “What are you doing.”

  "What do you mean?" Surely she'd had enough.

  "I’m not done with you yet?”

  I shrugged in confusion.

  “I only said to stop because I needed to take a breather. You like to thrust hard and fast and it been a while since I’ve done anything with a man and you're certainly the first student and young man I’ve ever been with. Give me a minute to catch up with your stamina.”

  “Oh!” I said excitedly and unzipped my pants and pulled it down along with my briefs. I thrust back into her again.

  “Slow down! My next class isn’t for an hour we have a lot of time.”

  “Sorry, it’s just been a long time since I’ve met a woman that can handle my size and stamina and I’m just soo goooooo ready to go,” I said as I continued to thrust into her.

  “I’m sorry I can’t just stop,” I said as I was turned on even more and I started thrusting into her harder and faster. I had my hands on her butt lifting her up as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I pushed her up against the office closet door, and as I thrust into her roughly, her body would bang against the door making a lot of noise.

  “We have to be quiet!” She moaned hoarsely. “Otherwise, we’ll get caught.”

  I didn’t actually pay attention to her of course, I was focused on ramming into her until I cummed several times. I kept thrusting into her so hard as I sucked on her nipples, her body slammed even more into the door.

  A few minutes later, I had cum, and I groaned so loud she shoved my mouth into her right breast to quiet me down.

  “Shhhh. We can’t be heard.”

  I used the opportunity to thrust into her all over again and suck on her breasts until she couldn’t take it anymore and climaxed on her own with a loud scream.

  Chapter Five

  That evening she took me to her place which was a three bedroom home with an open concept that connects the living room, kitchen and dining room into one area.

  Professor Wyatt let me through the front door as I checked her place out.

  “Have a seat so you and I can get to know each other. We should, shouldn’t we?” She pulled out a chair from her dining room table and sat down. She looked at me for a moment and said, “I wish I were taller.”

  “No one ever wanted a short girl. Growing up when I was your age, everyone thought I was cute but not beautiful or sexy.”

  “Do you have class tonight or tomorrow morning?” That was a sudden".

  “You got classes later this morning?" That was an abrupt change of topic if I ever had one.

  I did, later. But if skipping classes gave me the ability to spend time with her again, I’d do it.

  "You want to get better acquainted again in bed? She asked.

  I nodded. We could talk about anything she wanted if she let me fuck her again. She started unbuttoning her blouse, and I began to take over, and I undid each tiny button. These small buttons and her bra were the only things covering her breasts.

  I finally unbuttoned them all and pulled her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it on her living room couch. I looked at her for what seemed like the first time. Never have I seen beauty like hers, even if she was short and old enough to be my aunt. At that moment, I never wanted a woman more.

  “Can you unbutton my bra, please?

  Why the hell not, I thought to myself. I unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts and pulled them off of her and tossed them in the same fashion as her blouse.

  She sucked me off and fucked me several times, which didn't take long because it had been a long time since anyone had done so. She then laid there alongside me, her long, slim fingers traced a circle around my half-hard prick, caressing it up and down, squeezing as she pressed against me, and relaxing as she withdrew.

  "You and I are going to have a lot of fun together.” She said suddenly.

  "You're the best lay I've ever had, you know that?” she said.

  I rolled her onto her back and got on top of her, and pushed into her.

  "Oooh!," She moaned, and I thrust into her until rolled us until she was on top. She started rocking her hips in a clockwise motion, and it felt so good, it felt like home.

  And all this happened because I found a woman who learned how to appreciate who I was and handle what I had to offer. Oh, what I'd have missed had I settled for those who couldn’t handle me and forced me to say I told you so!

  The End

  I wanted to thank you for taking the time in reading Told You So. We hoped you enjoyed reading this happily ever after story.

  It brought me great joy to write this as I love writing stories that entertain readers and draws them into another world with characters you love and hate. They say great books are those that evoke emotion out of you and I hope that’s what it has done for you.

  Thank you once again, and I’ll see you in the next one.

  Major Chance at Love

  A Bad Boy, Paranormal Romance

  By Ruby Garrett

  © Copyright 2016-2017 by Ruby Garrett

  and Second Chances Press

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  Chapter One

  Major Dirk McDonald joined the US Army as a cadet and worked tirelessly to reach the rank of Major which he held with pride next to his love for mountain hiking. On every vacation that came his way, Dirk McDonald would head for Mountain Fairway, his favorite haunt. His batch mates were always petrified as he negotiated the mountain and its jagged edges as if he was driving his 4-wheel on smooth terrain. They could never decipher how he did it, but Dirk McDonald did it, no matter what. He had asked Ellen his wife to join him several times, but she had always refused.

  Dirk had extended his invitation to his batch-mates who also flatly refused to join him as they recalled a bitter experience on the last occasion when Dirk had encountered a tarantula who much to his friends’ chagrin, finally was literally eating out of Dirk’s hand.

  “Oh no Dirk, you go up there alone this time and leave me out,” laughed Winston as they shared a bottle of scotch in the mess room. Dirk laughed his throaty laugh.

  Dirk’s ability with tarantulas and the like was his background which only Ellen his wife knew. Dirk’s ancestors were vampires, and that is where he got his unfathomable strength and lightning speed, not forgetting his love for the wild beasts.

  As he was about to leave on his hiking expedi
tion, Ellen walked into the sitting room nursing a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. Dirk and she had been married for seven years and had two sons aged 6 and 3. Of late their love life had dwindled, and even when he made love to her, Dirk knew that she responded out of obligation and nothing else. She no longer was perky, and even when he fondled her breasts, she just let him do it without any response from her side.

  “Dirk could you stay back for a while?” she asked. He looked at her and knew that it was something important as she had a grave look on her face.

  “Of course honey,” he said, and he dropped his hiking equipment on the floor while he followed her to the sitting room.

  Ellen cringed at his term of endearment. She turned to face him and the look in her eyes brought back memories of the days when he was courting her and never knew that she was a vampire. That same piercing look bore through his body like a hot iron rod.

  “Dirk will you stop calling me honey. I am far from that, and you know it,” she said.

  “Alright, can I know why you wanted me to stay back?” he asked.

  “Dirk I am leaving you,” she said.

  At first, he did not understand. “Leaving?” he looked at her questioningly.

  Ellen felt annoyed and irritated. “Yes… yes leaving as in walking out on you,” she said as she spread her hands in anger and irritation.

  “Oh, and why is that? Have you found someone new to fly about at night to?” he asked trying to make a joke out of it, but failing miserably.

  “You could say that,” she said.

  Dirk would not have minded Ellen walking out on him if she was not as he was – a vampire at night and a Major in the Army by day. Ellen was more ferocious at her peak, and he hoped that at least for the sake of her children she would behave herself. She was a vampire herself at night and was more ferocious than he was. She pursued her victim until she had had her fill and only then would she drop her limp victim under a tree and vanish into the dark night.