Page 14 of Soulmate Stalker

A hand grabs me and pulls me into some sort of utility closet, but before I can be sure, Annie crashes into me, her hands grabbing my hard dick.

“You’re distracting,” she scolds, but her hands are hard at work on my jeans.

I smile, which quickly morphs into a hiss when her warm hand grabs my cock, her thumb swiping at the precum and using the wetness to stroke me. I undo the buttons to her shirt, pushing the bra down and latching onto a peeked nipple.

“Lucas,” she whines. I continue to suckle her tight bud before giving the other breast the same attention. “Lucas, I want you in me now. I don’t have much time.”

Which is a good thing, because I don’t have much patience in me. “You’re being loud, sweetheart,” I whisper, grabbing her neck and kissing her earlobe. “You ought to be on the lookout, so we know when someone is coming.”

Her body tenses, but before she can protest, I pull the door slightly open and turn her so she’s facing it.

I yank up her skirt, tug her white thong to the side, and slide my fingers through her wet folds. I slide my middle finger into her hole and thrust a few times before replacing it with my dick.

It isn’t the most comfortable position, but that adds to the excitement. I pull back before ramming into her, slapping my palm on her mouth, just in time to muffle her scream.

My other hand plays with her nipples as I thrust deep into her, almost lifting her off the ground from the intensity of it.

“Baby, I need your eyes on the door. Make sure no one walks by and finds me fucking my dirty little wife,” I whisper into her neck, uncaring whether someone finds us or not. Her body trembles as I quicken my speed, fucking her faster and harder, letting her feel what her mere existence does to me.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I whisper as our flesh slaps against each other. “See how well you take my fat cock.”

Annie whimpers in my arms, and when the loud, undeniable click of heels makes its way to us, I feel her body tense up. Someone is coming this way, but there is no way I am stopping.

“Someone is coming, baby, you better hurry up because I’m not stoppi—”

Her thighs tremble and an orgasm crashes through her before I am done talking, triggering mine. I spill into her before pulling us back in and shutting the door a moment before a pair of heels clicks past.

My breath is rugged against hers, from both the sex and excitement of almost getting caught.

“Lucas,” she struggles to speak when I slip out of her. “This can’t happen again.”

I smirk at her words as I help her straighten up. That’s what she said last time, and the time before that. It’s what she said about us at the start. Yet here we are, not just fucking, but married with a baby on the way.

“Lucas, I’m serious.”

“Of course, you are, my love.” I humor her, buttoning her shirt all the way up. “Now go back in there and close whatever deal you are working on.”

I open the door and push her towards it.

“Lucas!” she scolds making her way to the ladies’ room, “We are not done talking about this.”

“I love you, too, my Annie,” I call out, but she simply waves her middle finger at me in response.

I clean up and head back to my spot by my bike, watching my wife sit back down at her table and carry on with her meeting, as if she doesn’t have my fresh cum inside of her.

And all I can think about is when it’ll happen again.