Chapter 476: Back with the woman of his life - 2
"Shit," she hissed, pulling away reluctantly.
"That’s probably Tabitha. My boss. She’s dropping off some files."
Diana adjusted her robe, tying it loosely, but the lingerie was still visible, and Jaegar’s hunger only grew. She moved toward the front door, her steps quick, and he followed, too far gone to care about consequences.
He was so hard that he ignored that someone was present at the entrance door.
Diana opened the door just a crack, leaning against it to keep it from swinging wide. She didn’t want her to see the state she was in.
Tabitha, a stern woman in her 50s with a perm and a power suit, stood on the porch, clutching a manila folder.
"Diana, you’re not even dressed yet?" Tabitha said, her tone clipped.
"We need to go over these before the meeting."
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec," Diana replied, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks.
Another reason she didn’t open the door was because she could feel Jaegar’s hands roaming on her back.
Jaegar, standing behind her, could no longer resist.
The sight of her, half-dressed, talking to her boss while he burned for her, was too much.
He was pressing himself against her back, his hands sliding under the robe to grip her hips. She stiffened but didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as he ground against her.
"Jaegar," she whispered, a warning, but her voice was thick with want.
Jaegar dropped his pants and pulled his dick in between her legs.
She gasped, holding the door.
Tabitha was still talking, oblivious, rattling on about deadlines. She was looking at the folder while she did.
Jaegar’s hands moved, bold and reckless, tugging her panties down just enough. He just pushed them aside, revealing her hairy pussy, and he could feel the wetness.
Diana’s grip on the door tightened, her knuckles white, as he pushed into her, slow and deliberate.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body trembling as he filled her.
"Diana, are you listening?" Tabitha snapped, peering through the crack in the door.
Diana nodded, her voice strained as she answered, "Y-yeah, I got it. Just... give me the file, okay?"
Jaegar thrust harder, his hands bruising her hips, and she gasped, disguising it as a cough.
The door hid their lower halves, but the risk, the raw audacity of it, made every movement electric.
Tabitha frowned but set the folder down. "Are you all right, dear?"
Diana forced a smile, her cheeks flushed. "I’m fine, just a little under the weather."
Jaegar was moving in and out of her, slowly.
In, out, in, out.
Tabitha’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t press further, instead saying, "Well, get some rest. I’ll leave the file here for you."
As her footsteps faded, Diana’s control snapped.
She slammed the door shut, spinning to face Jaegar, her eyes wild.
"You’re fucking insane," she growled, but she was already pulling him closer, her legs wrapping around him as he lifted her against the door.
Jaegar held her by the ass cheeks and kissed her deeply, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. Diana’s earlier facade melted away as she gave in to the passion that had been building between them for so long.
Their movements were frantic and desperate, the wood rattling with each thrust. Diana’s moans turned to cries, loud and unfiltered, as he drove into her, the forbidden thrill pushing them both to the edge.
Jaegar held her and moved back to the couch and was still inside of her.
He moved back and held her ankles and thrust his dick into her; she moaned and arched her back in ecstasy, her hands gripping the cushions tightly.
Her boobs dangled freely as he continued to pound into her, the intensity of their connection reaching new heights. The hall filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the couch, a symphony of desire and pleasure.
He stared into her eyes as she did the same.
She whispered, "Yess!! "Jaegar, don’t stop," she gasped, her voice filled with longing. Jaegar’s movements became more urgent as he whispered back, "I won’t; I need you."
Then he leaned forward, leaving his ankles; she took his head and smacked her lips against his while he pounded his dick deep into her canal, flooding with juices.
When they finished, it was explosive, her nails digging into his back, his name on her lips.
They collapsed against the couch, panting, the folder forgotten at the door.
Diana’s robe hung open, her lingerie askew, and she laughed, breathless and wicked.
"You’re gonna get me fired," she said, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Jaegar just grinned as he spread his arms on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"Why don’t you take a few days off?" Jaegar said, his voice gentle.
"And do what?" She replied, arms crossed, holding her bosom together, deep cleavage peeking out. "I’ve already missed too many days." She put her right leg over the left as she sighed.
"A few more won’t make things worse," he said with a soft shrug. "What’s life if not a little reckless?"
Diana raised a brow. "And what do you suggest we do? Fuck like teenagers all day?"
Jaegar gave a crooked grin. "That... might not be a bad idea."
She shook her head with a half-smile. "Ah! You’re such a pervert sometimes."
"Yes," he said, lifting his leg and poking her thigh with his foot.
"A pervert who craves nothing but your scent... your touch."
There was silence for a beat, charged and vulnerable. Then Jaegar looked into her eyes and added softly,
"Come with me. Just for a day or two—to Grandmother’s farm. I need to go there, and I want you to come with me."
He told her about Angelina, how she had stood up for him at the Spire, and how she had helped him when others turned their backs. There was warmth in his voice when he spoke of her, but his gaze never left Diana.
She studied him for a moment longer, looking into his eager eyes, and then nodded.
"All right," she said.
"Let’s go."
