Norman

Later that night, Norman was waiting for Sasha to finish in the shower. He would join her, but he had plans with her, and he intended to carry them out. After he'd escorted her to the human resources department for the two of them to change their marital status, and also her name, his building was humming with gossip.

Martha and Lottie took the time to stop by her desk to ask about the details of what was going on. When she had looked toward him, he'd gone to help her, letting them know that they couldn't stop love.

Norman stared at his reflection in one of the mirrors, and then stared down at his wedding band.

Love.

He'd never felt it before in his life. The people in his world didn't deserve love, and he didn't really believe in it either. At least, he hadn't.

No, he didn't love Sasha.

Love was just an element of control that people used.

He believed in sex.

Sasha came out of the bathroom dressed in a towel.

"Why did you take my nightshirt?"

"Why would I want you dressed?" He ran his hands up and down his cock. The tip was leaking pre-cum, and he spread it all over the head, moving down the sides of his shaft.

"You've got that look in your eye."

"What look would that be?"

"You've got dirty thoughts."

"When it comes to you, they don't fucking stop. Drop the towel."

"You like giving orders." She stared at him without dropping the towel.

"I'm the one that is in charge here, babe."

"Then why don't you come and drop the towel how you want it?" she asked.

Norman climbed off the bed, and with a few quick strides, stood right in front of her. "Do you really think you can test me?" he asked. "I always get what I want."

"And what do you want, Norman?"

"You, completely naked, and ready to take my dick." He looked down at her fuller body, and released a moan. "Now that is what I call temptation. I can't pick my favorite part of you. I love your ass, your pussy, and your tits." He pressed them together, and leaned down to flick the tips. Sucking them in deep, he moaned as she moved toward him. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he found her arousal. "So wet."

"Please, Norman."

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I need you to make me come."

"You want me to make you come?"

"Yes."

"Then ask me, Sasha. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"Please, Norman, let me come."

"I will, baby. You asked so damn nicely. Now tell me, with my tongue, my fingers, or my dick?"

She whimpered. "Your tongue, and then your dick."

"I will, baby. First, I want you on your knees." He pressed down on her shoulders, and watched as she went to her knees. She wrapped her fingers around his length and started to work the tip up and down.

He released a growl.

Watching her was a turn-on for him. "Open your mouth, baby."

She opened her lips, and he placed the tip of his leaking cock to her lips, covering her with his cum. "Lick it off."

She ran her tongue along her lips, with the tip touching the head of his cock.

"Open your mouth and push your tongue out." She did as he said. Norman gripped the base of his cock, and placed the head on her tongue, moving down into her mouth. "Suck it."

Her lips closed around his length, and he started to thrust into her mouth. Wrapping her red hair around his fist, he started to pump into her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, he paused, giving her time to get used to the feel of him.

"Your mouth is fucking perfect." He released his cock, and stroked her cheek, watching as she sucked him hard. This time when she took him in deep he didn't stop. He went a little deeper. Even as her eyes grew wide, he slid inside her mouth, feeling her swallow him.

"Fuck, baby." He pulled out of her mouth when he couldn't stand anymore. Alternating between shallow and deep thrusts, he fucked her face. Sasha gripped his ass, holding on tight.

Her nails sank into the flesh as he rode her face.

The pleasure, it built until he was at the pinnacle with no return. He shouted out a warning, making sure she wanted to do what he had fantasized. Sasha didn't push him away. She held him tightly.

"Don't swallow. No yet. I want to see it." he said.

A second later, he unloaded into her beautiful mouth, spilling every last drop of cum. She didn't swallow, and he pulled his cock from her mouth. "Show me."

She opened her mouth, and there was his cum.

"Swallow it."

Sasha swallowed his cum, and Norman fucking loved it.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her up, and placed her on the bed. Placing a pillow beneath her ass, he spread open her thighs, and fingered her wet slit. Inhaling her scent, he flicked his tongue, sucking her clit into his mouth. She cried out, her hand moving between them about to stroke her own clit. He slapped her hand away. "This is mine," he said. Hold onto the headboard."

She reached up and gripped the headboard. Sliding two fingers inside her pussy, he sucked on her clit. Stretching the walls of her cunt, he bit down on her nub, listening as she screamed his name. With the pillow beneath her and her legs wide open, he had the perfect angle to touch her ass.

Removing his fingers from her pussy, he stroked over her anus.

She tensed up.

"It's okay, trust me."

Flicking his tongue across her clit, he waited for her to ease before continuing to tease her ass. Pressing against the tight ring of muscle, he pushed his finger into her ass.

She cried out even as her pussy grew slick. He tongued her clit sliding down to plunge inside her cunt.

Pumping his finger into her ass, he got her used to one digit before adding a second one.

"Do you like that, baby? Do you like my fingers in your ass?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes!" She screamed the word, and he smirked against the flesh of her pussy.

He fucked her ass, getting her used to his fingers before he finally took her with his cock.

This may have started with making a baby, but it had fucking changed now. Sasha had gotten under his skin, and there was no other place for her to hide. She was everywhere. Norman believed that she didn't have a clue about what she'd done to him. Diana's presence made him feel repulsed.

Any other woman didn't satisfy this need that only Sasha could sate.

"Oh, God, Norman." she said.

Her body grew tenser as her orgasm neared. Sucking her clit, he watched as she erupted, feeling the waves of pleasure as her ass tightened around his fingers. He swallowed down her cum, loving the taste of her.

Love.

The very same word he was sure didn't exist.

Norman loved her body, allowing the orgasm to ebb away before he pulled away from her.

Easing his fingers from her ass, he pressed a kiss to her knee, and left to go and wash his hands. In his bathroom, he stared at his face in the mirror. Even to himself he looked a little wild.

Love.

Such a simple four-letter word, and yet he'd known it caused so much pain. Washing his hands, he wiped his face, and made his way back into the bedroom in time to see Sasha changing the pillows on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"We are so not sleeping on a cushion that I may have leaked on. It's so embarrassing," Her cheeks were as red as her hair, the fiery color like a beacon to him. Moving up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping they were pregnant. Not for any other reason but that he wanted another excuse to keep Sasha close to him.

"Why did you do that? You know, to my butt."

He chuckled. "I'm going to fuck your ass one day soon, Sasha, and when I do, you're going to be begging me for it. Honestly, it's one of the best things in the world."

"How do you know? Have you ever gotten your ass fucked?" she asked.

"I know how good it feels to do it." He nibbled her neck, smiling as she sank against him.

There really was nothing better than having a willing woman in the bedroom.