Fate Cries Foul, Renier Larouche [hot novels to read .TXT] 📗

whole cock into my mouth until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold for as long as I can, my tongue writhing around him as I savour the sound of him gasping and moaning because of me. I draw him back out, wrap my hand firmly around him, take the head of him into my mouth and move my head and hand back and forth, my tongue moving underneath him, teasing his frenulum.

I look up at him as his hands gently cup either side of my head, continuing to move my hand up and down along his length, my lips sealed around him, sucking hungrily, my tongue swirling around his head in quick circular motions. He's staring down at me, his mouth slightly open as he pushes himself into my mouth with each movement of my head, wonder and an incredibly arousing hunger in his eyes as I let him fuck my mouth.

"God yes girl, keep going just like that for me."

Without taking his cock out of my mouth I try to say "Yes, Sir." Nodding at the same time, the result is a mumble of noise and him gasping even louder at the "Mmhmmm" noise I've made. This makes me moan as I realise how hungry I am to have him fill my mouth with his cum. He gasps and moans and I feel my own body respond with a fresh rush of arousal and now I'm moaning too, my free hand is between my legs, my fingers inside myself. Fucking myself as he fucks my mouth and I moan softly around his cock.

Suddenly he stands me up, faces me towards the shower head and bends me over so that the water is hitting the middle of my back. Automatically I step up onto my tip-toes and move my legs apart, reaching forward with my left arm to press my hand against the wall for support and arching my back down towards the floor. Fuck how I want him inside me. His cock, hard and covered in my saliva, slides effortlessly into me and I moan as he starts to fuck me with hard, fast thrusts. His hands on my hips, pulling up to help me support my weight while I stand on my toes.

"Put your hand between your legs and massage your clit for me baby." He orders, his sentence punctuated by savage thrusts of his cock into my and his panting breath.

My right-hand shoots between my legs and starts to rub my clit hard and fast in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take long, maybe a few minutes of him slamming himself into me as I rub my clit and I'm on the brink again. My legs are shuddering and I'm struggling to stay up as he fucks me. He leans forward behind me, curling his right arm under by entire pelvis to hold me up, his left hand runs up my back, along my skin and balls into a fist in my hair, pulling my head back and forcing him even deeper inside me. I turn my head to the right, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Please can I cum?! I can't hold on" I say to him desperately, I know he has felt me tighten around him, he knows being fucked whilst having my clit stimulated makes me cum incredibly quickly.

A savage grin splits his features and with four massive thrusts into me he growls "Cum. For. Me. Now!" Slamming himself into me and pulling me onto him as I let go, my legs shuddering as he somehow holds me up, my mouth open and animal sounds of release pouring out from deep in my chest as my right hand continues to rub my clit and I can feel every last millimeter of his cock buried inside me, clutched tightly by my pussy as it convulses around him.

As my orgasm fades, he withdraws himself from me, spins me around quickly and motions me back to my knees. "My turn now girl." He says gruffly.

"Yes, Sir!" I say, with a level of relish that surprises me as I hurriedly and hungrily start to suck his cock, tasting my own cum all over him. Just as before I have my hand wrapped around him and I'm moving my head back and forth along his length, my lips pressed to the top of my hand, sealed around him and sucking so hungrily as my tongue dances underneath him. I can feel his fingers work their way into my hair and pull me onto him faster and faster. Both of us moaning, him because of me, me because of him. I can feel his cock swell and get harder in my mouth as I look up at him, silently pleading for him to fill my mouth with his cum  Suddenly he flexes his cock, gasps "Oh fuck baby!" his hands clenching in my hair and holding me as he lets go. His cock pulsing his cum into my mouth as I continue to slide my mouth up and down along him, milking every last little bit of him into my mouth as his cock spasms in my hand.

Once I'm certain I've completely emptied him into my mouth, I slowly take him out of my mouth, swallowing everything and saying "Thank you, Sir." A feeling of satisfaction, more than a little pride suffusing my body as he stares down at me.

"No, no. Thank you, sweetheart." He says, pulling me to my feet and kissing me hungrily before pulling me into an enveloping embrace with my head resting on his chest. He holds me for several minutes, kissing me softly on top of my head and on the lips. Then he reaches again for the body wash. Garden Girl

 -Present-

Gwen leaned against the table with a fabrication of patience; her hands folded together, her posture limp, and her expression that of strenuous concern. It was as if nothing had changed in seven years. The humid air of the greenhouse seemed stifling, making the situation feel even more awkward than it already was. She fiddled with her ponytail as she watched her old mentor and former boss meticulously inspect every leaf of every plant like he always used to.

There was a lot of pride being swallowed in this instance. Gwen always dreamed of having her own business and sharing her love of horticulture with the world. Though Scott always nurtured her green instincts and taught her more than any other human in her life, he was rather blunt on his opinions on her business sense, always encouraging her to work for him instead. Within a year of opening her organic food growing service, called Garden Girl, she had already made a slew of bad decisions, including paying for a greenhouse lease that was attached to a horrific interest rate. Though Gwen was finally able to find someone to sublet for her, the debt it incurred still remained, thus the need to return to old avenues of the past.

Gwen sighed after five minutes of watching Scott essentially grope a series of tomatoes, searching for imperfection. He was a tall and well-built man who always looked unkempt in a totally organized way. His jaw line was sturdy and his hair was full of short blonde curls, framing his green eyes, small nose, and strangely immaculate teeth. He stood at least a foot taller than her, making conversations always seem like a battle with a giant.

"Your skills are even better than they were when we worked together. I am quite impressed," Scott admitted honestly. If Scott was one thing, it was honest.

"I am so glad you approve," Gwen replied sardonically, arms crossed now. "Still, I don't know why we needed to drive down here. Hell, I fully don't understand why I even had to have an interview. Not that I want special treatment, but you've been bugging me to work for you for years. Why the circus?"

Scott formed his typical smirk that was intellectual and earnest with only a dash of smugness. "You know I am a meticulous man. If we are to be working together again, I want to make sure it is based upon your talents instead of any personal feelings. Besides, your hard work will sadly be destroyed or taken from you when you lose this place, so I wanted to see it."

Gwen formed her own smirk, though hers was mostly smug. "How sentimental of you," she chirped.

"Yes, well... I have very specific tasks in mind for you that should really test your skills," Scott explained. "Despite your internal resistance and feelings of failure, I am sure you will find that I will help you to reach your true potential."

Gwen paused. "I don't know whether that was a backhanded compliment or just a straight up insult."

Scott's smile grew warmer. "Neither. I forgot you are a tad bit paranoid."

Gwen sighed. "Great. The good old 'banter' is back. Maybe you should just punch me in the stomach next time instead."

"Oh please garden girl, you know that athletics are not my area of expertise," Scott chuckled.

Gwen let loose a casual smile and did a mock salute. "Hey, at least I know a can outrun you if I need to."

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~Past~

As Gwen walked back home after her interview, she remembered that things were both radically different and similar to when she first met Scott Booker seven years ago. She was just nineteen and had a lot to learn about life. Though not an introvert, she felt awkward interacting with others and was quite scared of intimate situations. Her love of botany was in full effect though, so when she finally was able to get into the college she wanted, her first task was to find a lab to work in.

The college had a good program for helping students find open positions within their desired majors. Unfortunately, freshmen did not receive anything besides what was considered to be the worse assignments. Gwen dreaded the idea of working a job that could turn into a hellish nightmare. She was relieved when the only initial downside to her fresh employment opportunity seemed to be the five nights a week, five hour work schedule. At that point, she didn't really have anyone that could be truly called a friend, so spending her evenings in a greenhouse did not seem so terrible.

Growing up tomboyish, Gwen was just learning about more girlish things like fashion and make-up. She knew that her roommate and her friends often joked about Gwen's fumbling with trying to look... well, competent when it came to that realm. Still, it was her first day on the job, so she wore her nicer cloths as well as way too much make up and perfume.

Gwen entered the medium sized greenhouse with an excited feeling in her stomach, ready for her first day. The glass enclosure was full of plants of various shapes, colors, and sizes. Walking into the place for the first time felt like journeying into a foreign land full of exotic mysteries and adventures. In the back of this grand temple of nature was Scott, studying a slide through a microscope.

Gwen stood there, inches in front of her new boss, clutching her purse in her hands.