Chapter Thirty-six Evan Sterling's POV (Ten Years Before)

“I’m sorry Mrs. Sullivan, but I have responsibilities and must work. That's how people like me stay rich,” I said with a sarcastic undertone. The corner of my lips tweaked with a mocking smile.
“Work—you men and work. What about us, huh?” she said as she stylishly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers’ band, and pulled down my zippers. Then smiled at me through her long fake eyelashes. She proceeded to pull down my pants and I let her, then she stroked my hardened cock, dipping her hand inside my boxers to free it. She gasped. I let out a soundless sigh, thinking the bad boy was finally getting some action, and I can now stop thinking about … shit! ‘Don’t think of her, damn it!’ I thought as I shook my head to wade off my line of thought.
“Wow. Just wow! I knew with your build you must be big, but my God, Evan Sterling you pack quite a punch. Deborah is a lucky girl! Look at this big bad wolf, ready to devour—”
I didn’t say a word. What was there to say to that? She was Deborah’s mother! She wrapped her two hands around my shaft stroking and pumping, making my breath quicken, then she lowered her face to lick the broad tip before slowly putting me in her mouth. I couldn’t help inhaling sharply as pleasure shot through me. My chest heaved heavily.
“Would you like to lie down, darling, and let mama take care of you?” She said, looking like a cat that swallowed the canary. I shook my head in negation. Then she held me by the hilt and started to slip me into her mouth till she reached her limit and increased pace, sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. I fought to keep my eyes open and rein in the urge to moan loudly.
I could see why Mr. Sullivan would leave an aged partner for this one. She was good. Better than her daughter. I could say she was the best hand and blow job I have ever had. It felt that good. I felt myself swelling and growing bigger in her mouth as she continued to pump me in and out of her mouth something that didn’t skip her notice.
She watched me with pure lust masking her eyes and a smirk tugged the corners of her full lips especially when I reached forward and ran my fingers through her hair, not caring that I was scattering the stylishly packed hair. But I needed a hold.
I tangled my fingers in her hair. Slowly rose from the chair while holding her gaze with her mouth filled with my cock. I held her face to my groins and thrust slowly into her mouth. I felt her hands run all over my exposed thighs and I could see she was enjoying touching me. And without breaking eye contact with her. I tightened my grip on her hair and saw the tinge of pain in her eyes then I bucked faster, thrusting in and out of her mouth as I would do with someone I don’t give a fuck about, treating her like something lower than a slut. I would be much gentler with paid sex though. This person was worse than a whore. She wanted a piece of me. I thought it quite gentlemanly to make her feel how I treat the likes of her. Perhaps one day she could share notes with Tyler’s mother.
I saw tears well in her eyes and spilled down her face. I knew I was too rough and not minding my size but really didn’t give a damn. I chased my release until I came into her mouth. My cum filled her throat making her gag.
“Swallow it!” I commanded in a low harsh tone and she did. Then she licked my shaft, shamelessly, leaving not a single drop on my cock. I pulled away, withdrawing from her, and jerkily pulled up my boxers and then my trousers. She came to wrap her arms around me, holding me tight as she rubbed her full breast against my back, letting out low moans.
“I didn’t know you like it rough… I swear I will be prepared next time … I want you to fuck me, Evan. I want you inside me, filling me up and fucking me hard … please,” she whispered against my back. ”I have wanted you for so long,” she confessed.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Come on, darling, don't leave me like this. I swear I can take it rough. I took care of you, didn’t I? Please—”
I turned around, picked her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around me. I suppose she must think I intended to give her what she wanted. But not in this lifetime. I made her sit on her husband's desk and widened her legs as I slipped my middle finger inside her and was surprised to find her vagina walls clenching my finger. She was tight and dripping wet. I suppose these days there is absolutely nothing money can’t buy. She moaned and buried her face in the nook of my neck. I slipped more fingers inside her and used my thumb to stroke her clit. She moaned my name.
“Kiss me, Evan,” she gushed out a fervent whisper.
“No,” I said again.
I have this rule where I don’t kiss whores and she just slipped into that category. I increased the speed of my fingers inside her as I finger fucked her, wanting to give her release so I could leave, while I used my other hand to cover her mouth, muffling her cries until she reached orgasm. Then she shook hard and jerked spasmodically against my frame. I waited for her to calm down before pushing back away from her. Then I marched to the adjoining bathroom to wash my hands, dried them and rubbed on sanitizer then headed to the door.
“Evan…” she called pleadingly. “Please stay longer—”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “have a great weekend, Mrs. Sullivan. Thanks for your hospitality,” I added without bothering to look at her. I exited the door and straightened my clothes, suddenly feeling the need to congratulate Mr. Sullivan on his wedding anniversary. I knew I might be condemned to damnation for indulging these bored housewives, but then it would not be because I seduced a minor.