Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Henry tried to open his eyes but with the way his head was pounding, it seemed like an impossible task. What day was it and why did he have such a raging hango...... Marjorie. Even as he thought of her name, he knew what he should be feeling was anger, not excitement. She'd gotten him drunk and like the stupid fool he was, he'd let her. She looked too beautiful to resist in that sexy black number she'd worn. He hadn't stopped staring at her cleavage all night, thinking what it would be like Fuck her tits then come all over her face. Great now he had a hangover and a hard on early in.....

"Well hello there. For a second there I thought you couldn't work" Henry shot his eyes open to find himself naked and Marjorie staring at his morning erection. He didn't know whether to be creeped out or more excited. But judging by the way he felt himself harden, the decision was out of his hands. He heard Marjorie gasp and sat up on his elbows.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Her face was literally at his groin. He was sure that if she happened to lick her lips, her tongue would make contact with him first before her lips.

"I couldn't get him to wake up for me last night. It's amazing how hard but smooth you are. It's like a living breathing being of its own" she mused running her finger up his length then circled his tip. Henry fell back on the bed groaning as she continued torturing him, spreading his pre-cum all over him clearly fascinated. She acted like someone who had never seen an aroused penis before.

"Marjorie" he bit out through clenched teeth "Either do something or move away" she raised her eyes up to him, saw his pained expression and smiled. Her dimples made an appearance making him get harder to the point it bordered on pain.

"Sorry," she said then took a mouthful of him.

"Fuck!" he hadn't expected her to do that. His hips thrust up out of reflex, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Hot and wet. That's all Henry could feel, think about, as she slid up and down his cock. He should stop her. This was madness. He'd spent two weeks trying to get her out of his mind. He was supposed to start his own law firm from the ground up. That required a lot of time, dedication and hard work. He didn't have time for distractions. Marjorie was a distraction he couldn't afford. But dammit if she wouldn't accept that.

When Ray had invited him out last night, it was on the tip of his tongue to turn down the offer. But the mention of her name had him out of the house in a second. He admitted to himself that he couldn't wait to see her again. He'd spent every waking moment thinking about her and when he was asleep his dreams were about her. There was just something about her he couldn't resist. And maybe it was time he was smitten by a woman as his friend had been for all these years they'd known each other but the timing was just wrong. He couldn't start anything with Marjorie. Not now.

Her lips, however, we're trying to convince him otherwise. He could get used to waking up like this. Those full, juicy lips really knew what they were doing. She took him so far that he hit the back of her throat. The gagging had him tensing up. If she didn't stop he was going to come in her mouth. Wait, did he want her to stop? Fuck no. Being inside her mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around his tip was phenomenal. Half of his brain, the part that was still working told him to stop her but the other half told him to sit back and enjoy the ride. It's not like he asked. She offered. Who was he to stop her? An arse. That's what you are. Allowing her to suck him off when he had no intention of starting anything between them was the same as taking advantage of her. So even though it killed him to do so when he was so close, he said "Marjorie Stop"

She released him with a pop and licked her lips. "I take it you're about to come. Okay, I'm still not okay with swallowing all your..." she flung her arm around meaning his cum "but don't worry. I have a solution for that" then she was taking the T-shirt she was wearing off. Which was his by the way. He only caught a glimpse of her breasts, before she squeezed them around him.

"Marjorie..." it was meant to come out as a warning but he couldn't help how hoarse and guttural his voice was. Once. He felt the softness of her creamy flesh once and that had him shooting all over her neck, face, and hair. He looked at her wondering for the hundredth time what it was about her that made him forget everything. With his cum everywhere on her, marking her, it wasn't hard to answer that question. She was crazy, cute, adorable, beautiful and sexy all wrapped up in one. Just when he thought he had everything under control, she'd slip into his mind, smiling and he'd find himself wanting to kiss her. To make her smile more so he could stare at her dimples all day long.

Who was he kidding, he never had a chance against her. The second he walked in that room and saw her sleeping on his bed looking like a goddess, he was a goner. Now with her covered in his essence? He didn't know how he could continue keeping her at bay. The thought of another man seeing her the way she was at that moment or doing what he just did to her was enough to make him sit up, grab her neck and kiss her. Cum and all. When he pulled back, she was smiling like a Cheshire cat and he couldn't resist smearing the sticky liquid on her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips clean and it was all he could do not to have his way with her. But first, they had to talk. He had to make sure she understood how this was going to work.

"Shower. Now!"

"Oh dominant." she jumped off the bed excitedly "I like it. I'll be in the bathroom and on my knees sir."

Dear God. This woman was going to be the end of him.

He thought following her.

After an hour of trying to fend off her advances, they sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. Marjorie had parked herself on his lap, saying that he was more comfortable but he had a feeling she was coming up with new ways to torture him if the way she kept wiggling was anything to go by. If he was smart as he thought himself to be, he'd move her to a chair and end this torment. But as it turned out that he wasn't smart at all. In fact, he loved the way her ass fit his groin.

"Sit still Marjorie," he said but his voice lacked conviction. He'd asked her why he woke up naked and she'd said that she thought sleeping in his clothes would be uncomfortable so she'd undressed him. When he asked her why she hadn't left his boxers on, her reply was "I wanted to see how it happened"

"How what happened?" he'd asked even though he knew what she was talking about.

"How you go from shrinking to hard. I was disappointed by the way, because nothing happened. And I tried everything"

"Don't you think that was creepy? Touching me while I was asleep?"

"It is? But we were making out at the bar and I felt how hard you were. Then when we got home, I don't know what happened. You just..... deflated like a balloon"

"Jesus Marjorie. I was drunk"

"Clearly. But you're not drunk anymore and I can tell you like what I'm doing so stop pretending you little pervert"

"Okay that's it" he stood up and she had no choice but to slide off him. "We need to talk before we take any of this further"

"Talk about what?" she asked craning her neck backward so she could see him. Without her heels on, she went as far as his chest. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her onto the kitchen island and instinctively she wrapped her legs around him. Wrong move.

"First of all, I like you. More than I should"

"Aww, I like you too Henry. And yes. I'll be your girlfriend"

He blinked "I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend"

"Yet. I'm saving you the hassle of coming up with ways to ask me and when I'm ready, I'll agree to be your wife"

"Marjorie....."

"Don't tell me you're going to use me and leave me" he didn't like seeing the hurt in her eyes but she was moving too fast. He hadn't even thought of having a girlfriend any time soon and she was thinking about marriage?

"No. I never said that"

"But if you want me as your girlfriend and not your wife then it means you're going to be with me then leave when you're tired. I won't accept that Henry. Not again" she swiped at the tear that slid down her face and Henry felt his heart squeeze. This right here is why he didn't want to get into any relationship. Aside from being complicated, they made him lose his focus. And now he wanted nothing more than to hunt down the guy who had hurt her.

Cupping her face, he wiped her tears with his thumbs. "I didn't say that Marjorie. You're jumping into conclusions before hearing me out"

"Fine. I'm listening" sniffing, she got comfortable so she could hear what he wanted to tell her. Apparently tightening her legs around him and rubbing her core on his stomach was how she got comfortable. He forgot he was shirtless and the only thing she had on was his T-shirt. Another one, of course. He feared that by the end of the day, all his clothes would smell like her. However, that wasn't the problem here. He could feel her warmth at his stomach calling to him. This talk needed to be over soon or he might say to hell with it and ravish her. Henry Hartford never said to hell with anything. It wasn't in his nature.

"You know that I just moved here and I'm trying to start my own law firm...."

"I can help with...."

"No!" he narrowed his eyes at her. "I mean it, Marjorie. I don't need your help and if you offer it again we'll have a problem" he knew she meant well since her first instinct was to offer help, but he would never accept it. He was going to be successful on his own without owing anyone anything.

"Sorry. I won't do it again. Promise"

"Good. Now starting a law firm from the ground up requires hard work. It'll take a lot of my time and we'll rarely see each other but when we do, I promise you'll have all of my attention"

"Or I can move in"

"What?"

"I can move in. That way, I'll always be here"

He tried to come up with an excuse. Anything to get rid of the panic bubbling inside him. "This is not my house. I still haven't found something suitable and I can't let you move in only to make you do it again."

"So let's find a house together then. I can get Alexis's parents to give me their Realtor's number. I'm sure they'll find us a place in no time"

"Slow down Marjorie. You're kind of going too fast"

She studied him for a minute then nodded "Okay. First things first. You finish what you started in the bathroom, then if I feel up to it, we'll spend all day in bed. After that we exchange numbers and talk on the phone for maybe a week or two, ask me out on a date, I suggest three dates before you officially ask me to be your girlfriend. After a month we'll start looking for a place together and I'll introduce you to daddy and my moms......" he kissed her, cutting short her gabble.

He envied how she got everything worked out and how easy it was for her to make future plans. She was so sure about them even though they were just beginning their relationship. Some part of him that he'd buried a long time wanted to resurrect and say yes to everything she said. Would it be so bad if he just found himself a job in a law firm, move in with her and start their lives? Yes, he wouldn't be able to give her everything she has right now but they could be happy. Couldn't they?

Maybe she could but not him. Growing up with nothing to his name made him learn how to fight harder for what he wanted. And he wanted to not worry about money. If he was ever going to start a family with her, he wanted his children to live without lacking anything. He knew what it was like to have nothing. That feeling of doing the unspeakable because he wanted to have something he could call his, he didn't want to impose it on anyone. Not if he could help it. So as much as Marjorie had everything planned out, she'd have to wait until he fulfilled his plans. Only then would he marry her. He didn't question the fact that he'd just admitted he was going to marry her someday.

Marjorie Sullivan had let herself into his life without asking for permission. And maybe it was for the best that she hadn't asked because he didn't know if he would have let her in. But now that she was there, he didn't have a choice. Did he? "Henry" she panted still rubbing herself on his abs and he felt her getting slicker and slicker. Running his hand on her inner thigh, she moved back to allow him more access. His throat went dry when he saw how wet she was. All for him. Taking her legs from his waist, he bent her knees, planting her feet on the edge of the island next to her ass. Then he got to work, using his tongue and mouth to make her come.

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I feel like this is enough Smut for one day especially for the singles out there.