little closer.
He reached up from behind her, grabbing her tits, and she felt his hard chest on her back. Oh yeah, do me like that. Then he took her nipples between his fingers, squeezing them roughly, and Amanda felt the first tremors building. An electric jolt shot out from her core. She kept the rhythm up, his balls slapping against her ass, his heavy breathing in her ear. She knew she was getting close, but she didn’t know how close until he squeezed her nipples again.
“More,” Amanda moaned.
He tugged on her nipples while ramming into her, and Amanda felt another electric jolt run through her.
“Again.”
He drove into her, the tension within her building.
“Harder.”
She thrust her ass out and he plunged into her again.
“Yes.”
He was all the way inside her now, her slick channel sucking at his dick, begging for more.
“Again.”
And he pulled out, driving into her one more time, tugging on her nipples as he hit home. Her insides quivered. It was too much. The dam broke. She felt the earth move like a landslide.
“I’m coming,” Amanda moaned.
Tom grunted. She felt him let go within her, groaning his release. Her pussy grasped at his cock as he continued to thrust, the waves of pleasure radiating outward. Damn, she had missed that feeling. The release. It was electric, and the waves of pleasure kept coming and coming. He pulled out of her, her orgasm subsiding. He wasn’t the best she’d had, but he still hit the spot.
“You good?” Tom asked.
“Oh, I’m good,” Amanda said, catching her breath.
“Do you mind if I…” He pointed to the bathroom.
“Yeah. Go clean yourself up.”
Amanda adjusted her panties and pulled her ripped nightshirt back together. She watched as he loped off to the bathroom. That had been a hell of a ride, she thought. Both in his car and afterward. She only hoped that things wouldn’t be awkward between them in the morning.
Chapter Four
Greg got into work early, so he decided to run a mop across the showroom floor. The cleaners were off for the Labor Day weekend, but he didn’t see that as an excuse for why the showroom couldn’t be as bright and shiny as it always was. The white marble gleamed under the halogen lights as he swished the mop back and forth. Looking good. People began to arrive for work.
“Hey, Jada,” Greg said.
“Morning, Greg.”
Jada stepped past the wet part of the floor. “How’s your head?”
“Better than your voice,” Greg said with a laugh.
Greg put his back into his work. He had a lot to catch up on this morning, and mopping the floor was just his way of getting his blood moving. Brandon strode in.
“Morning, dude,” Brandon said.
“Good to see you minus the beer bong, Brandon.”
“You know we have people to mop the floor, right?” Brandon said.
“Not today we don’t.”
Greg mopped the floor around the tires of the red Ferrari California that sat in the middle of the showroom floor. Out of the corner of his eye he recognized Tom’s car as it pulled up in front of the showroom. The sight of it made him think of Amanda. Greg needed to talk to her. Tom Cooper aside, something had been off at the barbecue yesterday. It was the way Amanda had looked at him. He didn’t remember her looking at him like that before. It was as if she was seeing him in a whole new light. The entire evening had left him feeling strange and a little hollow inside.
Tom’s car stopped at the side of the building and Amanda got out. Greg immediately felt a stab to his heart. He had seen Amanda with men before, but he had taken it in stride. Now, however, after seeing the way she had looked at him, seeing her with Tom made him livid. He watched as Tom parked out back and sauntered back to the wash shack. Just watching him walk was enough to make Greg’s bear growl. Greg wanted to punch Tom in the jaw. To slap him right off the lot. He cursed his poor judgment in hiring him in the first place.
“Hey, Greg.”
Amanda