**This story has a section that can be considered nonconsent/reluctance but it is for the story line...if you don't like that, skip this chapter.***
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He leaned down and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. She could taste herself on him.
"Mmm. I've waited to do that for over a year Ara."
She smiled up at him,
"You're pretty good." She bit her lip.
"Oh just pretty good huh?"
"Well I'm being honest." She giggled as he tickled her a little. He pressed his weight onto her and she could feel his cock hard against her leg.
"Hhmm what's that?" She joked.
"Well what can I say baby." He stopped tickling her and kissed her neck softly.
"Well let's see what we can do about that." She reached down toward his zipper.
"Wait, wait, baby. Not out here." He stood picking her up with him. He carried her into the living room of his house and laid her on the white couch. He stood back and looked at her.
"You are so gorgeous."
"Come here." She purred at him. She pulled her dress over her head.
He pulled his shirt off and let his pants fall to the floor. He fell on top of her and began to kiss her neck.
Ara could feel his weight on her and loved it. She started to rub his cock slowly making sure he was nice and hard for her. She was still wet from their little adventure outside. He let his mouth find her nipple and sucked on it gently.
"Fuck me Griffin." He growled as she said the words and sat up to look at her.
"Say that again."
She smiled her wonderfully seductive smile, "Fuck me Griff..." before she could finish he slammed inside of her fucking her as hard as he could. He had meant to be gently but he had waited so long to be inside of her he couldn't help himself.
Instead of moving away, Arabelle moved her hips toward him, making sure he was deep inside of her.
"Yes." She moaned as Griffin continued to push his cock deep inside her. He slowed his rhythm down and began to pulse inside of her. Ara could feel the pressure building up inside her; she knew she would cum if he kept doing this. Griffin watched her face and knew she was close, he held her head with his hands as he fucked her urging her on.
"Come on Ara, cum on my dick baby." With those words Ara came hard.
"Ohhhhh." She threw her head back and moved her hips fast against his. Griffin couldn't hold it anymore and came as well.
"Oh yes Griff, cum inside me."
They lay on the bed together. Ara's could feel his hand wrapped around her waist. He stroked her dark hair gently.
"That was..." She trailed off. After they had both come down, Griffin had carried her upstairs to the bedroom and had lay there stroking her head ever since. He was so gentle. So different then Greg, she thought. She shut her eyes and she thought his name. Just last week at this time was when it had happened.
"What are you thinking about?" Griffin pulled her closer.
"Nothing." She said softly.
He paused, "Him?"
"I'm sorry." She curled into him.
"It's ok, I just wish..."
"You don't know the whole story; what happened. I only told you a little."
He took a deep breath, not knowing if he wanted to heat this, "Then tell me all of it."
Arabelle took a deep breath and began to tell him her story.
Greg sat silently waiting on the couch. He put a hand throw his dark blond hair. He could feel the anger rising inside of him. How dare she even think of doing what she did! Telling his wife about them when he had ordered her not to. He clinched his fist. He had to teach her a lesson about this, almost ruining his life. Good thing he had been able to convince Maggie, his wife, that she was mentally challenged. One of Griffin's kids, he told her, she doesn't even know me, ask him about her. He laughed to himself, Griffin, what a joke. He'd told Maggie just what she needed to hear, yes Ara was in his class and yes she went to see Dr. Allen, the therapist, once a week. Hell, Maggie had apologized to Greg for jumping to conclusions. He could see her curly blonde hair and dull gray eyes wet with tears, "She was just so pretty and seemed so sincere, like she really believed she had a relationship with you."
God damn Arabelle. He took a deep breath. He took pride in the fact that he had a mistress, most people knew, but he also took pride that his wife didn't know and that Ara did what she was told. That was why he had chosen her; young and pliable. He heard the key in the door and took a final sip of his brandy. He looked at the clock, she was a little late, it was already half past ten.
