Chapter 7 Not The Romantic Night I Had Planned, But One I Definitely Won't Forget!

                                                                                                Definitely in Hell!

                                                                       Where one day bleeds into the next

                                                                               With no fucking end in sight!

2 WEEKS!

For two weeks now 'Doc', you've made me relive, in great detail might I add, every god forsaken detail leading up to that night, and all the shit that came along with that damn party! And, even though you've explained to me many times why I had to do this, I still for the life of me don't understand!

But, as you are here to be my own personal Devil, forcing me to go through every drop of pain and trauma in my life. It's only fitting we have reached this part of my 'woe is me' tale for your waiting ears.

Because Doc, I can assure you, this one night, and these two events changed me, and blew my entire world apart! All I have to do is close my eyes, and I'm right back there. Reliving every moment of that night, and it's driving me absolutely crazy!

That IS why I'm here after all.

Joe

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After Tiffany and I returned from The Hamptons things between us had changed, but I didn't notice it right away. I was still upset with how she treated me in front of her family when we first got back, so I stayed away for the first week. Then after that things went back to semi normal.

Both of our schedules were over booked each day. Tiffany had even more appointments for something to do with the wedding, along with her other business ventures, that started to keep her out all hours of the night. While I went back to hiding away inside the safety of my office at the club.

Tiffany and I didn't even spend the holiday's together that year. Her parents took her on a family only vacation to Italy for Thanksgiving. While leaving me behind to share an abundance of Chinese take out with Sherry on the floor of my office.

Sherry and I did the same thing Christmas Eve night. While Tiffany was away for the next two weeks with her parents at their family estate in upstate New York. I couldn't talk Sherry into doing it again on New Year's Eve though, but I did get chewed up and spit back out for even asking! So, I spent that night drowning my sorrows in whatever bottle of alcohol I could find!

My so-called, 'Bright Idea', came to me that very next morning. With Valentine's Day just a little over a month away, I would take Tiffany away somewhere. Just the two of us, so we could work out whatever this thing is betten us, and then take her to meet my sister. It was time after all.

I threw myself into the planning with a renewed vigor. Sherry went out of her way to point out I had a lot more pep in my step recently, but I didn't want to tell her why. I kept all the planning to myself, and even went around Tiffany to her assistant to make sure she cleared her schedule for the days I planned to take her off.

Everything was coming together perfectly. I'd found a nice secluded cabin to rent in the mountains of Virginia. No cable, phone, internet, or neighbors for miles around. Just about two and a half hours away from Jenny, so it wouldn't be that long of a drive for us to get to her.

My plan was to kidnap Tiffany the morning after the Valentine's Day Auction at the club. I couldn't find anyone to take over my announcers role for the night on such short notice, but thankfully Sherry agreed to handle the assignments afterwards for me.

That Saturday of the auction my mind was everywhere else, but the present! I moved aimlessly throughout the club constantly getting in everyone's way while they were finishing the decorations for that night. Thankfully a few shots of whiskey helped me settle my nerves, but did nothing to stop the anticipation.

I must admit, if I didn't have those cards in my hand that night, to read from, the crowd of bidding members would have laughed me off the stage of the club!

*~*~*~*FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

I was still blown away by the last bid of the night as I rushed through the words on my final card, and closed out the ceremonies. I rushed through the curtain to the back hallway in search of Sherry, and found her outside of one of the lounge doors. I was a little out of breath as I came to a stop in front of her, and thrust the stack of cards into one of her hands.

"These are for you, My Dear. Now I'm out of here. If you have any problems don't forget to call me. I'll find some way to check my messages each day while I'm gone." I said, giving Sherry a wink.

She just laughed, and shook her head. "Oh please! I won't need anything! I got this! So, just go already!"

"Fine." I chuckle, and reach forward to kiss her cheek. "Thanks Doll. I'll see ya when I get back."

"Bye Joe." Sherry whispers against my cheek before I let her go, and take a step back.

I rush out of the back door of the club, down the stairs, and to my waiting car. Whistling as I go. I try to call Tiffany several times while I'm driving through the bumper to bumper city traffic across town to her apartment, but she never answers.

'She must be asleep. It is after two in the morning after all.' I think to myself.

I toss the phone onto the passenger seat, and finish the thirty minute drive in silence. I pull the car to a stop outside of Tiffany's apartment building, get out, and leave it with the valet at the front door. I give the desk guard a small wave as I walk past him to the elevators, and finally make my way up to her floor.

I slid my key into the lock, opened the front door, and walked inside without making a single noise. Then gently shut the door, and started making my way further into the apartment. All while keeping the lights off as I moved from room to room.

I didn't think anything was out of sorts at first. But, as I got closer to Tiffany's bedroom door I could hear noises coming from inside. I stopped a few feet from the door frame straining my ears trying to make out what exactly that was.

'Is Tiffany in there moaning?' The shit eating grin growing plain as day across my face. 'How about I go in there, and give her something to moan about?' I think rubbing my hands in glee. Before strutting towards the bedroom door. Only to come to a dead stop before even taking one step inside.

"Oh Graham! Just like that!" Tiffany moaned with her eyes closed, and her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Watch how Momma rides your strong, handsome face. While you like my cunt clean!"

"As you wish, Mistress." The asshole on his knees between my fiance's legs moves his head for just a moment to speak. Before going back to his work with a renewed gusto.

"Hmmm.. Fuck yes!" Tiffany moans from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. "So much better than that lazy shit Joe could ever think to be!" She said. Then grabbed a hold of the back of his hair, and pushed his face even further into her dripping snatch.

It's easy to tell from the excess amount of sweat already sliding down each of their naked bodies this isn't the first time they've obviously fucked tonight, and I be damned if my presence here is going to stop them! I grit my teeth as hard as I can without breaking them, and turn back around to walk back out of the apartment. I don't even bother locking the front door on my way out!

Instead my body is moving strictly on auto pilot. As I make my way back down to the lobby of the building. Then wait for the valet to bring my car back around. Before jumping in the driver seat, and aimlessly driving around the city. Until I clear my mind of the punishing thoughts swirling around inside long enough to think of somewhere to go.

Only to wind up back at the club an hour and a half later. I marched my way up the stairs, and pulled the door open so hard it banged against the brick wall and sounded like a gunshot going off outside, but I didn't care. I walked through the rest of the club like a bull in a china shop. Making as much noise as I possibly could. Until I made it upstairs into my office, and had an open bottle of whiskey in my hand.

I had already consumed more than a third of the bottle in the hopes of forgetting the last two hours of my life. The delicious fuzziness along the edge of my vision was the first sign of achieving that goal, but a solid knock to my office door stopped me for just a moment. Except whoever it was didn't wait for me to answer before storming through, so I went back to downing the rest of the bottle as fast as I could.

"Damn Joe! It's just you. You scared the shit out of me! You could have said something when you came back. I thought it was some homeless person sneaking up here. HOLY SHIT!" Sherry was saying as she came into my dark office, and stopped once the light was on, and she turned around to face me.

Which caused me to laugh, and choke on the burning liquor as I spit it back out. "Why thank you Sherry. I can always count on you to bring me crashing back down to life."

"What happened? I thought you were going home to whisk your finance away to the mountains." Sherry asked as she moved across the room to sit down beside me on the floor.

"HA!" I barked sarcastically, and handed the bottle over to her. "Well now. You're gonna need a swig of this before I answer that question."

Sherry took a quick gulp before wiping her mouth, and handing the bottle back to me. "Wow that burns, but go ahead. What happened.?"

I gulped down another burning swig then started. "It's simple really. When I got home a couple hours ago I found Tiffany riding this man like a pornstar up for the best entertainer of the year award."

Sherry's eyes were so big they looked like they were going to pop out of her head. She grabbed the bottle from my hands, and took another swig. Then pushed the bottle back into my waiting hands. "What the absolute fuck?!?" She asked completely dumbfounded.

I let out a deep sigh, and turned to face her. "I know, but I really shouldn't have been surprised." I say to her before breaking down, and telling her everything that has happened since Tiffany and I got engaged.

Sherry didn't say a word while I went over the entire sordid tale. We even polished off the first bottle of whiskey before I was halfway through, and Sherry immediately got up and got us another on. Popping the cap off and taking a deep gulp before handing me the bottle, so I could take a drink of my own, and then continuing.

By the time I finished the entire fucked up tale I was well and truly drunk. Sherry, always the light-weight, didn't seem to be in any better shape than me. Both of us were sitting silently, pensive thinking over everything I'd just said. While still passing the bottle between us.

"You know what?" Sherry slurred a few minutes later breaking the silence, and getting my attention. "Fuck HER! I've never liked the bitch!"

I can't help myself, but to chuckle. "Oh, my friend, how well you've made that little sentiment known!" Hiccup! Drunkenly comes from my mouth before passing the bottle back to Sherry with a loop-sided smile.

"You should have listened!" Sherry glares at me angrily before downing another shot of the amber liquor. "Or, at least let me whoop her ass, a few years ago, like I was going too!"

I outright laughed then remembering that night vividly. It was after a session with Mistress Tiffany, and Sherry could tell right away something just wasn't the same with me. During the session Tiffany had gone well past my limits we had set out years ago when I first became her submissive, and didn't stop when I used our caution word, or the two times I screamed 'Red'.

When Sherry saw the marks covering my body, and finally found out the entire story, she was spitting mad! I'd never seen her so pissed, and out for blood before. I had to lock her up inside my office just to stop her from searching the entire city for Tiffany until she found her. I was utterly petrified of the outcome if she did too.

"Haha. Do you know, that's the first time in my life I've been afraid of an outcome to a situation?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Sherry huffs, and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yeah right!"

"I'm serious!" I say, looking her straight in the eyes, so she can see the honesty shining back of my words. "I knew I had to do everything within my power to keep the two of you apart, because I knew you would have killed her, and I couldn't let that happen for two reasons. The first being no matter how much you hate Tiffany's guts, you would have felt bad after killing her, and I'm not quite sure how long you could last in jail either!" I say to her before dissolving into a fit of hysterics.

"Fucking Asshole!" Sherry screamed at me, and started punching me in my forearm.

"Hey Now! Oh Shit!!" I chuckle. "I'm sorry!!" I manage to scream out between laughs, but Sherry accepts my plea, and stops.

"Fucking right, you're sorry! Because, if you were to ask my opinion, that didn't sound like sufficient enough reason to stop me. I could take that spoiled little twat with one of my hands tied behind my back! Even now!" Sherry declares rather drunkenly before punching the air in front of her.

I chuckled at her childish antics, causing Sherry to turn her big sparkling doe like eyes to fixate upon me. "Easy there Killer! Watch where you're swinging that deadly right hook of yours." I tell her with a wink, but causes Sherry to look at me perplexed.

"Hahaha. Someone's got jokes this morning. But, seriously though, what was the real reason you stopped me that night?"

I blow out a deep breath just to give myself another moment longer to gather my thoughts before answering her. "Truthfully? I wouldn't have minded one bit if you did beat the shit out of Tiffany back then. Hell, I'd already bet a cool thousand dollars to Duke you'd win if you did catch up with her." Sherry gave me a look of pure dumb amazment really making me crack up.

"Wait a second. Does that mean Duke was going to bet against me?!?" Sherry barked at me slightly fuming in outrage.

I'm smiling as I hand Sherry the almost empty bottle, and lay my arm across her shoulders. Pulling her much smaller body closely into my side. Even placing a chaste kiss on top of her silky black hair before saying anything else.

I let out a small chuckle, and used the fingers on my other hand to bring her face up. Until I could look at her straight in the eyes. "Hey now cut the guy some slack. He might not say that much, but he would have to be blind to bet against you! Did I forget to mention that bet might have been a little one-sided?"

"Why you, arrogant Assho.!." I place my hand over Sherry's mouth stopping her from finishing cussing me out, and instead my intoxicated mind switches back to the original question from before. "And, if you insist on knowing why I kept you away from Tiffany is because I couldn't bear to lose, or have to give you up. I'm not sure if you've been paying attention the past couple of years, or not, but you, My Darling Sherry, have become so much more than a friend to me. I was being selfish."

Sherry's eyebrows knit together in total bewilderment, and she mumbles something behind my hand. I give her a reluctant smirk, and lower my hand.

"What was that, Darling? I couldn't understand a single thing you just said to me. You wanna try again." I jokingly ask just to piss her off.

Sherry tried to glare at me, but mixed with the confusion that was already there, she looked pathetic actually, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying as much. "Umm. Please tell me what the hell you meant by that, cuz it sounds like another crock of shit to me."

My drunken brain genuinely had a hard time processing what she was saying at first, but then I started to laugh even harder. "You know what Darling? That hard headed brain of yours is one of the main things I love about you. The first time I saw the spitfire you actually were behind that closed-off, sceptical woman you wore like a shield when you were around me, you reminded me so much of my sister Jenny. I remember when we were growing up I would pick a fight with her purposely. Just so I could sit back and smile while she went off on some rant I really could care less about. " I tell her ruefully. Before shaking my head to clear away the painful memories, and releasing a deep, longing sigh.

"I couldn't give that up again." I whisper as I look away.

Sherry doesn't say anything for a moment, but then her self-righteous anger gets the best of her, and she lets loose. "What the actual FUCK is that suppose to mean? How drunk are you right now? Because, you're talking gibberish! You know how much I hate when someone does that, and if you keep it up I'll just leave! She huffs, followed by a drunk hiccup, and her eyes glaring daggers into the wall across the room.

"Fine!" I laugh out while holding my hands up in surrender between us. "But first, can I just say that's another thing you and Jenny have in common. The both of you are always looking for someone's ulterior motives, and hidden meaning, to understand when something really is just as simple. What I've been trying to tell you is, I couldn't survive if I had to give you up!" I tell her then pause to let my words sink in.

I can see the wheels in her head turning behind her puzzled eyes. The sight truly puts a genuine smile on my face, so I sit back against the couch, and relax. Until a good five minutes later she finally turns to me, but only gives me a single word. "Huh?"

"Steady now, Darling. Your blonde roots are trying to show through." I tell her cockily, and wink at her, but have to move my body quickly backwards to avoid the swinging fist headed straight for my face.

"Oh shut it, Assole!" Sherry says smiling as she cradles her hand back against her chest. "But, seriously, you might have to dumb your reasoning down for me just a bit. I don't think even Einstein could follow that train of thought with a sober mind!"

"You wanna bet? No matter how brilliant the man was, he was a man after all, and I'm confident he would have come to the same conclusion as I did!" I tell her, getting a little angry for some reason.

"Oh really?" Sherry snapped back at me, getting just as anger. "I highly doubt that."

"Oh please!" I yell. Then jump up from my spot on the floor, and begin pacing back and forth in front of Sherry. "Ask any man living right now what they would do when faced with the possibility of losing someone they loved, and every one of them would tell you the samething, Fucking Anything! And, that's just what I did!" I say, and throw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

Before turning around to face Sherry, so I could continue in a much calmer voice. "You can't possibly imagine how proud I was in that moment, when you stood up for me. I had to fight so hard to keep from blushing, or letting the tears that were filling my eyes fall down my face. You reminded me so much of my sister that night. Hell, at first I thought it was her standing here in my office screaming treats, ready to maime the person who wronged me, but then I blinked, and it was you standing there in her place. I knew right then I couldn't let you walk out that door, because I refused to take the chance of that being the last time I would see you again."

Sherry opened her mouth to say something, but I held my hand up between us to stop her. "I know what you're thinking right now, Darling, and I'm sorry to tell you, but you're wrong. It would have been the last time I saw you. You might be more than capable of giving Tiffany the ass whooping she deserves, but she's all more ruthless and convening than you know. Trust me. I've seen, heard, and lived through her vengeful wrath, and I be damned if I willingly let you walk into her trap!"

I let out a deep groan, and scrubbed my hands up and down my face roughly. Before going back to pacing across the office floor. As thousands of thoughts begin flying through my muddled brain. Causing me to relive that panic now just like it was yesterday.

"I'm telling you Sherry, Tiffany truly is a wolf in sheep's clothing! She thrives on destroying a person's life. I've watched her go after several different people over the years, and every one of them ended up leaving the city just to get away from her. Call me selfish, but I couldn't let that happen to you, and if I didn't stop you it would have." I tell her matter-of-factly.

Before turning around, with my back towards Sherry, facing the opposite wall. I can't bring myself to face her while I reveal this next part. "Hell, if I'm being completely honest here, Tiffany did the same thing to me." I tell her before chuckling, regrettably. "The worst part is I can't even tell you when it even started! But recently, it's become glaringly obvious to me. She has her silky web wrapped around me so tightly now light can't even break through. I feel more lost and alone now than when I first stepped off that bus here in New York City."

My voice cracks on that last word causing me to stop. I can't hardly breath around the rapidly growing ball of emotions wedged in the middle of my throat. I try to clear my airway quietly while also blinking rapidly to stop the flow of tears threatening to slide down my cheeks. Thankfully it only takes me a moment to get myself under control, so I turn back around, and look down at Sherry with a gentle smile.

"When I first met Tiffany I thought she would be my future. I'd already given up my family, left the only people who loved me behind, and was wandering aimlessly through this world. Since then I've given all of that up completely, but I refuse to let go of the last thing I love in this world. Because, I love you Sherry LaRae Jones, and I just couldn't go on living if I had to say good-bye to you."

I finish my declaration no higher than a whisper. I can't bring myself to turn around and look at Sherry after that. My hands are shaking at my side, and I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead in a steady wave. My lungs are burning from holding in my breath unconsciously, so I let it out gently before I possibly pass out.

The silence seems to consume Sherry and I in seconds. Neither of us have the words to follow up. Which is completely fine with me. I don't know why I even told Sherry any of that! I never intended to say a word about the ultimatum Tiffany gave me regarding Sherry a few months ago, but thanks to all the damn alcohol every bit of it almost came out!

After several long agonizing silent minutes I manage to crack a small smirk, and shake my shoulders. Imagining I'm shaking off the awkward feelings surrounding us. Then spin around to face Sherry, and immediately jump back in shock.

Sherry is just a foot in front of me, and giving me this strange calculating look. She continues to stare at me for a long moment, but finally blinks, and seems to snap back into the moment. By grabbing both sides of my face in the palm of her hands, pulling my face down closer to hers, and sealing her lips over mine.

Once her lips touch mine time seems to stop. My eyes are bulging out of my head at her in alarm, but neither of us move. On the outside that is. On the inside I'm freaking out! I have no idea if I should kiss her back, where to put my hands, or if I should even push her off? Thankfully, or regrettably whichever way your opinion slides, Sherry makes the decision for me.

"Kiss me Joe." Sherry whispers against my lips. "Don't be afraid. I don't bite..much." I can feel her smirk against my lips. Just before they recapture mine with a renewed vigour.

In that moment, and a great help of liquid courage, I close my eyes, and follow along with Sherry's lead. Her plump, juicy wet, red lips suck, nip, and coax mine into opening first. Bolts of electricity erupting for each place her hot skin touches mines. But, then her lips move just a bit further apart causing mine to follow, and giving her the perfect opening to gently caress her tongue with mine.

The taste of sweet honey dew melon assaults my taste buds and senses causing me to moan aloud, and tighten my hands around Sherry's wide hips. Before pulling the front of her body flush against mine. Then taking over the kiss entirely. Even gliding my right hands slowly up the entire length of her torso, around her shoulder, into her long ebony locks, and tightening the strands within my grip.

Sherry released my lips long enough to cry out, but still tilted her head back in just the right angle for me to devour her mouth. I smirked down at her shocked look feeling a deep sense of pride from putting that look on her face. Before swooping back down, and taking her mouth in a deep, fiery kiss.

Sherry lets out a loud wanton moan as soon as our lips touch again. She wraps her arms around my neck, and starts playing with the short peach fuzz at the nape of my neck. Sending shivers down the entire length of my spine, and making her smile. I can't stop a loud, animalistic growl from coming out of my mouth as I tighten my grip around her body, and pick her feet up a few inches from the floor.

Before I can move Sherry wraps her long legs around my hips hooking them together in the back. That, plus the palm of my hand firmly under her firm ass, should keep her firm in place. As I walk across my office floor until Sherry bumps into the nearest wall. My semi erect cock lands firmly between her dripping folds causing black spots of blinding pleasure to erupt behind my eyes, and both of us to moan uncontrollably.

One of Sherry's hands moves around to the front of my shirt. Opening each button with a sloppy frenzy. While the other hand begins running the tip of her nails up the nape of my neck, around the crown of my head, and through my styled hair. Before pulling on the locks sharply causing me to hiss.

"Mhhmm.." Sherry moaned. "I've always wondered what sounds you make while in the throws of passion. Let me hear it again." She whispers directly in my ear. Before biting down on the soft skin covering the tendon along my neck just below my right ear, hard. Earning her exactly what she wanted.

"Is that the only thing you've wondered about me, Darling?" I ask gruffly. As Sherry removes her teeth from my skin, and starts sucking on the burning flesh. "I don't think it is. And you want to know why?" I ask her with a giant smirk on my face.

Sherry releases the abused flesh with an audible pop, and arches her back along the wall, so she can look me in the eyes. Her own doe like eyes are shining in pure joy and happiness as she looks at me. "Why?" She asks with a smirk of her own.

"Because." I draw the word out as I remove my own hand from her hair. "I've already painted a vivid picture in my head of what you look like right before you cum, and have used it once or twice to get my own self off." I say with a cocky wink.

Then give into another one of my biggest fantasies. I quickly slid my hand underneath her top, and grasped her large, firm breast in the palm of my hand. Pinching her already hard nipple between my fingers. Pulling and twisting the nub until it grows even stiffer. Causing her to moan, her hips to buck, and then grind along my stiff shaft.

I thrust the head of my pulsing member up along her covered folds. Before coming to a stop directly against her hard clit. This position holds her upper body with just enough pressure. I'm able to move my other hand from her ass. To blindly hurry through opening the button on the front of her pants, and lower the zipper.

I don't let our lips lose contact with the others for a second. As I place the palm of my hand inside her pants directly on her smooth, bare ass cheek, and take a step back. I reluctantly remove my hand from her heaving chest just long enough to shimmy the top of her pants down her legs. Coming to a stop at the back of her knees, and leaving only a barely there piece of lace and string to cover her bald sex behind.

I wrap my fingers around her shoulder, and gently push her back away from me. Making her straighten up against the wall, so my hungry, greedy eyes can travel down her luscious, heaving body. Or, at least that's what I intended to do, but my eyes seem to have stopped at her chest, and refused to move. No matter how much I tried to coax them.

'Damn! What I wouldn't give to actually see her big, beautiful chest! Lord knows I've imagined both geniours mounds, dusty rose areolas, and hard, pointy, extra sensitive nipples a many of times!' I think to myself.

I catch Sherry's cocky smirk out of the corner of my eye just seconds before she reaches down, and snatches the shirt up over her head. Tossing the garment haphazardly over her head. Then reaching behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, and letting it join its companion somewhere on the floor.

"DAMN!!" I whisper/shout. Either from the shock of Sherry reading my mind, or at finally seeing each glorious inch of her mouth-watering perfect breast, I'm not sure which.

Sherry chuckles at my reaction. While cupping each of her heavy breasts in the palm of her hands, and plays with her nipples. Just to toy with me while looking deeply into my burning eyes.

"Like what you see, Big Boy?" She jokes while pinching the tip of both of her nipples, and twisting them.

I quickly shake my head yes like a good little boy. I can feel myself about to start drooling if I can't manage to move my gaze away, but that fact doesn't even seem to register on my list of priorities right this very moment. I'm too preoccupied watching how the ends of her nipples keep changing the most delicious of colors.

"Show me." Sherry whispers, breaking me out of my stupor.

Fast as lighting I grab a hold to her hip hoisting her body further up the wall, and take one of her rosy nipples into my watering mouth. I hear a thump as Sherry throws her head back hard against the wall, and begins to grind her wet core against my naked chest. I release the hard nub with an audible pop, but cover it back up between my fingers. Before moving my hot mouth over to the other nipple.

I'm only able to enjoy myself for just a moment before Sherry shocks my body immobile. The tip of her nails begin to roughly scratch thier way up my exposed torso, around my shoulders, and down my arms taking my shirt with them. I push her body back against the wall a little harder, so I can remove my hands from her waist, and let the shirt fall to our feet with the others.

Before the fabric even hits the floor Sherry raises her hands back up to the middle of my back, and digs her nails into the muscles harshly. I let out a deep, hungry growl. Then grab ahold to her hair at the back of her head, and pull her head back sharply. While also placing my other hand on her hip, and letting the lower half of her body slide down mine. Until her core is directly against my aching shaft.

"Does somebody want it a little rough, Darling?" I growl directly into her ear. While grinding my cock against her dripping wet sex.

Sherry looks down at me, eyes full of pure glee, and laughs. "I don't think Little Joey has it in him!" She mocked me in a baby like voice.

I feel myself stand up straighter at the challenge, and look at her with a devilishly sinful smirk. "Why you little minx!" I growl. As I push her body tightly against mine, and move away from the wall. "I'll show you exactly what this GROWN man can do!" I tell her just before dropping her onto the loveseat.

Sherry giggles as she flies through the air making me smile. While her legs are in the air I take the time to slowly pull her pants the rest of the way off of her legs. Both of us staring deeply into the other's eyes without blinking even once. Once her left leg is out I place it over the arm of the loveseat. Then do the same to her other leg, and place it over the other arm. Leaving her body exposed spread eagle in front of me to enjoy.

This time my eyes don't stop or linger for long on one spot as they travel up and down the length of her voluptuous body several times. I can't seem to find my voice to say a single thing, nor could I come up with the right words to say in that moment either. It would seem Sherry doesn't either, and the longer I leave her waiting the more her body begins to shake in anticipation.

I leave her waiting for another few seconds before giving her a gentle smile. Then ever so slowly I finish opening the front of my pants, and let them fall to the floor at my feet. Kicking both them and my loafers somewhere behind me. Unlike Sherry, I don't care to bother myself with wearing underwear, so I'm standing there in nothing more than my birthday suite, and even put my hands on my hips as if to pose my body for her eyes to enjoy.

Sherry gasps in a sharp breath, and covers her mouth with her fingers. That small reaction sends a primal urge to bang my chest in a show of pure male pride. But, I manage to curb the feeling, and instead wave my hand down the front of my body. Like I'm presenting some sort of grand prize to Sherry.

"Like what you see then, Darling?" I ask with a smirk. Sherry just answers me with a glare, so I lean the top half of my body down towards hers, and use the pad of my thumb to wipe imaginary drools from the side of her mouth. "Sorry. You just have a drop of something right there. See." I say. As I stand back up, and turn my thumb around for her to inspect.

"As IF!" Sherry huffs at me. Crossing her arms over her chest, and pulling her legs off of the arms of the loveseat. "I should have known you'd be just like every other mann.."

Before she can finish talking, or get up. I place my hand over her mouth, and grab one of her ankles in my other hand. "Not so fast, Darling. Where do you think you're going?" I ask as I place her legs back into position. "You're not allowed to leave right now. Matter of fact, you're not allowed to move unless I tell you to for the rest of the night. Understand?"

Sherry is looking at me like a deer in headlights, but manages to shake her head yes. I just smile, and sink down onto my knees right in front of her between her open, parted legs. "The only thing I want you to do is scream." I say with the biggest smirk on my face. Just before using my hand to open her glistening folds with my fingers, and burying my face between her legs. Wrapping my tongue around her delicate, pulsing clit, and sucking it deeply into my hot mouth.

Sherry rewards my efforts with the loudest, sweetest sounding moan coming from her lips. While her hips seem desperate to evade my actions by rocking and rolling her lower body as far away from me as possible, but it only makes me try that much harder.Hell, I can't help myself from letting out a small chuckle myself.

"That's it My Little Firecracker." I say to Sherry with a wicked smirk plastered across my face. While moving my other hand up between our bodies. Leaving my fingertips waiting mere inches from touching the opening to her drenched sex. "Move." I say as my index finger presses against the small patch of skin between her sex, and ass. Then watching as Sherry's body does just as I said, and moves.

"Jump." I say, and again her body follows my subtle command. Making me smile like the Cheshire Cat. As I gently glide the tip of my finger around her opening causing goosebumps to appear all over her heated skin.

"Buck." I say, and watch as her body jumps up from the couch. "And, run around trying to get away. I love it! Just know, you should have thought about that before the both of us ended up right here, because you're mine now, and I don't plan on letting go anytime soon." I end my speech by sliding two fingers roughly into her waiting hole. Just seconds before my drooling lips latch themselves back onto her quivering pearl.

Sherry lets out a shrill scream of pure pleasure that fills the tiny office, and travels straight through me. Which makes the inner caveman in me roar with satisfaction. While just making my hands and mouth kick it up a few more speeds. The sudden gush of honey dew melon and the sweetest candy from her core onto my lips makes me moan, and hurry to lick every single drop up.

I feel Sherry's fingers start to run through my hair making me falter for just a moment. She doesn't even manage to slow me down a moment later when she grabs a hold of my hair, and gives the locks a not so gentle pull.

"Holy Shit!" Sherry pants half out of breath. "We really shouldn't be doing this Joe!"

I let out a snort, and released her swollen clit with a pop from between my lips. "NO!" I growl. Then slide both of her cream colored, shaking thighs over both of my shoulders, and send a sharp stinging slap to her clit. Making Sherry howl in pleasure. Before I vigorously attach by waiting lips back onto her clit, and suck the little bud deeply into my mouth.

Sherry bucked her hips and screamed. I let a small cocky smirk show for just a moment. Before sliding two of my fingers into her tight little hole until I couldn't push any futhers. Then twisted them into a hook, and slid them back down her warm passage. Until I found her small inner button along her slick, quivering walls, and pressed the tips of my fingers into it hard. Causing a rush of the sweetest smelling, and tastiest cream I've ever had to fill my mouth.

I couldn't bring myself to let her go after that. My sole focus was divided between my mouth and pumping fingers. Quickly working together to push her already sensitive body over that precipice, and into the great unknown world of overwhelming ecstasy.

Sherry closed her eyes and screamed out her pleasure. Her body went lax on the loveseat in front of me. While also continuing to shake all over from the powerful orgasm taking over her system, and releasing a sudden gush of that amazing cream from her core again. I rushed to lick every drop up from her body before any of the precision nectar could be waisted. Then sat back on my legs and smiled up at the sleepy looking beauty in my arms.

"Oh My Dear Sweet Sherry!" I purr at her with a satisfied smirk clear across my face. "Remember that's just number one." I paused for just a moment to let her think about my meaning and come back to her senses, but not for very long.

"Now! Let's see what that number will be by the time I'm done!" I joke, and then jump right back in. Taking over right where I left off, and not stopping again. Not even for the end of the world!

*~*~*~*END OF FLASHBACK*~*~*~*

******Author's Note******

Hi My Loves!

 I am so so so sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter finished. Things have been super crazy for me right now, and I haven't had very much time to write. Can we all agree 2020 is a shit year, and just needs to come to an end already?!?!

Anywho...so how did y'all like the chapter? I wanna hear everything y'all have to say!

Until next time!

Callie