Holiday Special: Labor Day Weekend

Summary: Matt’s office lets each of the men take home one office slut for Labor Day Weekend. Sure, he feels a little bad for making her work all weekend, but he’s still more than happy to make use of Amy’s throat and perfect ass.

Amy loves the work, though she thinks it more like play. After all, what’s more fun than sucking and fucking all day?

Will they ever get out of Matt’s apartment over the long weekend?

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Sample:

Matt rolled out of his king-sized bed and stumbled out into the living room of his apartment. He nearly tripped over the petite redheaded woman sleeping on his floor, looked at her with his eyebrows bunch together for a moment, then continued to the kitchen.

“Yeah… That’s right. I took Amy home from the office for Labor Day weekend. Three nights and three days with her. I fuckin’ lucked out! Man, I so need my morning coffee. You’d think I’d remember fucking her all night,” he mumbled while filling a cup with water, popping it in the microwave, and pushing a few buttons.

He heard Amy groan from the living room. The scent of instant coffee or the buzzing of the microwave waking her up. So, as soon as he had his own mug in hand, he started another for her.

“Should probably get her some coffee too. She’s got a long day ahead of her.”

He was halfway through his own mug by the time the microwave let out a high pitched note to let him know hers was ready. He’d made coffee for her at the office a few times, so he knew she liked two sugars and plenty of cream.

“Coffee?” Amy croaked out from the living room floor.

“Here you go.”

The petite redhead sat up slowly, shook her hair out of her face, and let it fall across her shoulders, down her back, and over her bare breasts. If Matt had been a painter, he’d have asked her to keep that pose all day.

“Here you go. Two sugars and too much cream,” he said, handing her the mug handle first.

She took the mug of coffee, inhaled deeply through her nose, and smiled at the mix of scents. Matt wasn’t sure how good it could be since it was just instant, but if it made her happy to have a little ritual, he was fine with that.

“Mmmmm. There’s no such thing as too much cream. Or didn’t you figure that out last night?” she teased.

“Oh? Never too much?” he asked, winking down at her.

“Never,” she replied, winking back and taking a deep drink of the coffee.

Her green eyes sparkled with hazel flecks and seemed to light up with all the mischief of Ireland. Sometimes she even slipped into a bad Irish accent, despite never even visiting the country.

Matt marveled at how perfectly her hips matched her bust, the way her waist curved in gently, not too sharp or jarring, but enough to give her proportions just the right push towards overwhelming.

“Well, we’ll just have to see. I’ll let you finish your coffee first,” he said, leaning back on the couch and grabbing the remote.

He flipped through a few channels, past a baseball game or two, commercials for Labor Day weekend sales, and the occasional show in another language. Amy drank her coffee and watched as well without bothering to get off the floor and onto the couch.

When she swallowed the last lukewarm splash of coffee with a gulp, she turned to face him, rubbed her head up his leg like a cat, and moaned quietly in a way that almost sounded like a purr. Matt’s hand reached down and stroked her thick, long hair almost on instinct.

The white sheet that her her legs had been wrapped in rolled further down until it was little more than a shifting cloud circling her ankles as she climbed up his legs, to rest her head in his lap.

[Continued In Ebook Format]

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