Finding A New Purpose Chapter 4

Mike swiftly turned around to grin at the boy standing behind him, saying "Talk about lucky," before stepping inside and shutting the door.

"What's all this?" He said genuinely before tossing his overcoat in the corner. The lock on the door was double checked.

"I heard about work today. You were talking to Andrew on the phone last night about that woman at the firm. It didn't take much to realize how stressed you were." I hadn't moved from my position on the floor. Surprisingly, his pants were still on. He was marveling at me on the floor, taking it all in.

"So," I said. "I'm your reward for making it through the day. You get to take your frustration out on me, and since I couldn't do my job this morning, I bet you've been horny all day. Haven't you?"

"You sure got that right," Mike blurted out. "You look so incredibly sexy, I don't even know where to start. And here you are, lying at my feet telling me, I can do whatever I want. How long have you been waiting like this?"

"I put supper on the table and waited for you patiently on the floor for about an hour I think. I'm not sure though, I was going to stay until you walked through the door." I was being honest.

"Fuck, I just want to ravage you. You look like my own personal hooker lying there like that."

"Why the hell are your pants still on?" I asked, confused.

That snapped him out of his trance. He reached down, wrapping his arms around my waist as he picked me up and led me into the kitchen. I was set down next to the island. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, now." Mike said sternly.

"Anything for you," I said, looking up at him angelically as I sunk to the floor. My hands wrapped around his pants after undoing his belt and yanked them to the floor. It took some effort because he was so hard, his boxers caught on his unwavering tool. He just LOOKED strong standing there over me.