Chapter 9

"I've got to make a phone call," Ginger advised Eva shortly after Eddie dropped them off at the outbound terminal. "Why don't you sit down and take a load off your feet? It's been a helluva night."

"Actually, I was wondering if you could spare some change. I'd like to call my husband."

Ginger's eyebrow went up. "You're married?"

"I figured you knew since I wore a ring."

She frowned. "That doesn't mean shit. I know a lot of broads that do when they don't want men bothering them. Hmmmm. I guess you like walking on the wild side." She opened the briefcase and peeled out a hundred-dollar bill. "I guess you're going to have to break it."

Eva sighed. "I suppose we're not in a position to argue."

Ginger went to a bank of pay phones while Eva scanned the area for a person willing to exchange her large bill for something more usable. A young guy, visibly appreciating her sleek figure, donated a handful of coins. Had Kate's simple dress hid her tantalizing shape, she might not have been as fortunate.

Eva chose a distant spot to make her call. She didn't want Ginger to overhear her conversation. She was beginning to feel miserable about the events that had taken place since the end of her business trip. Roger would let her have it before granting his forgiveness. Eva was willing to swallow that pill.

The phone rang only once. "Hello?" Eva's eyes widened. "Debbie? What are you doing at the house?"

"Eva? Oh, God. I've been staying here since the night you didn't show. Roger's been terribly upset, but that's beside the point. How are you and where are you? What's happened?"

"I'm in Chicago. It's a long story. Please, put Roger on the phone."

"I'm afraid he's not here. He had a late dinner with a client and hasn't returned."

Eva glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to twelve. Roger rarely stayed up that late during the week. She thought that odd. "Is everything all right?"

"Reasonably. When are you coming home."

"This evening."

There was a pregnant pause. "Perhaps you'd better stay at a hotel for a day or two. Roger has gotten over the initial shock of your staying on in Chicago. He'll need time to readjust."

"How do you know that? Have you two been talking?" Eva knew how much Roger disliked her sister. During a family crisis, however, they put such petty disputes on hold.

"Just a little. I think he's extremely hurt."

Eva heavily exhaled. "I have much explaining to do. I hope I can mend the damage."

"I'll report that you're coming back, but I can't guarantee he'll immediately speak to you. Call me first thing in the morning and I'll visit you."

"I can't reserve a room at a hotel, Debbie. I don't have my purse, and therefore, no cash. In fact, I don't even have my plane ticket. I need to borrow the money so that I can reschedule my flight."

"Don't worry. I'll call the hotel and have them hold a room for you. Leave the arrangements to me."

"I'd rather come home."

"It's wiser that you don't. Please, I'm doing what's best for the two of you. Have faith in what I'm saying and call me in the morning."

Debbie's comments baffled her. Eva obtained the impression she wanted to hurry her off the phone. Normally, her sister would have gabbed for several minutes, relaying current events.

Eva sighed. Something told her the life she left behind was no longer the same.

Debbie quietly replaced the phone after confirming her sister's accommodations at the hotel. She struggled to breathe normally. Her sister was coming home sooner than expected. She did not have a chance to prepare.

Her mind whirred. She eliminated the possibility of sweeping Roger off his feet. She no longer had the luxury of time. Eva's wild adventure was swiftly reaching a conclusion. Soon, she would reclaim her place in Roger's regimented world, and her sexual escapades with him would end.

Damn it! Bill had just dumped her. The threat of losing Roger was more than she could bear. She could not tolerate rejection.

She searched for some way of salvaging the situation.

"Debbie?" Roger called from the bedroom. "Did I hear the phone?"

She projected a casual air. "You certainly did."

"Who was it?"

"Wrong number."

"Oh."

She still had a shot at keeping Roger. Fired with determination, she entered the bedroom. He was sprawled across the bed, reading the Wall Street Journal. The financial publication's articles bored her, but were total relaxation for him. His steel-trap mind sifted through each article, gleaning all pertinent facts for future use.

That was fine with Debbie. If things worked out, he would continue making oodles of money for her to spend.

Carefully, she removed it from his grasp. "You've given that paper enough of your attention," she said. "It's time to spend some on me."

Roger was hardly aggravated to relinquish his newspaper. His sister-in-law's sex drive fascinated him. Even more, it opened up a whole new dimension to his. "You can't be serious. You ought to be sore by now."

"Are you familiar with the endearing phrase, 'it hurts so good?'"

He laughed. "Apparently you make a habit of practicing it."

"Only with a special man." Debbie covered his mouth with her lips. She simultaneously climbed on top of him. Her mound smashed his crotch. Slowly, she rotated her hips.

He groaned. His hands surrounded her waist. He pulled her tightly to him. She felt his cock grow.

Debbie inserted her tongue in his mouth and probed his warmth. She wanted him to know to whom he truly belonged and received no argument. His breathless response affirmed that ruling.

"You're insatiable," he said.

"I wasn't before," she said, madly kissing him. "You've turned me into a nympho." She rubbed her wet pussy over that stiff cock. He would soon be in it. She planted that seed with every voracious shove, every muffled sob.

"Oh, Christ."

Her touch seared him. He trembled as she caressed his swollen cock. He needed her as desperately as she needed him. No matter how often they did it, she spurred his appetite.

His cock stood upright, anxious for her to have a seat. She contemplated sinking onto him slowly and letting him savor it.

"You're more man than I ever dreamed," Debbie purred, licking his nipples. He shuddered as she passed over them. She felt the tension building in him. "I've never known such pleasure."

He stared at her large, heavy breasts. She lowered one to his mouth. His lips rippled over the pink border before sucking it. She writhed on his lap, enjoying that sweet pull. His teeth tenderly scraped her nipple while his tongue lavished it with spittle. That bubbly rinse caused her to moan.

"Yes, baby," she whispered, gyrating her hips. "That feels wonderful."

She encompassed his head with trembling hands. Sweat poured from his brow. She caught his satiated expression while he sucked on her. His gray pupils bore that absent look, as though he were in another world. After sufficiently moistening one fleshy stub, he sought the other. Debbie helped secure it to his mouth. Again, satisfaction hummed through her body. She jerked his cock, savoring its rigidity.

He groaned. His tongue circled, then slashed her nub. His lips rotated at each end, leaving bubbly formations when complete.

"Take them," Debbie gasped, feeding him tit meat. "Lick them. Suck them."

She was soaking wet, anxious to hump that hard dick. She ached for every masterful thrust. For the moment, she relished seeing her tit go into his mouth. He engaged each with such fervor, Debbie sobbed. She could feel the want in each pinch. When one nipple left his mouth, it dripped. He consumed the other with comparable intensity.

The graze of her fingertips excited him. He trembled as Debbie roamed his body. He stayed on her nubs, throttling them with his tongue.

Debbie stroked his cock, priming it for her hot, clinging squish. As she pulled on him, a pearl of jism oozed from the tip. His knob was nearly purple with excitement. His shaft throbbed in her clasp.

She lifted herself over that domed head. His heat rose from that point. After a moment's adjustment, Debbie positioned him for entry. They were in perfect alignment. He eased into her moist slot.

Roger's eyes closed as her cunt lips snared him. He visibly enjoyed her liquid heat and subsequent clench. Slowly, she sank onto him. A soft whimper crept up her throat. The excitement of putting him into her cunt never dulled. She had the best part of him.

"Yeah," she said, swiveling her way to the bottom.

He gritted his teeth while she worked him in. Her pussy gladly absorbed him. Her snatch enclosed that burrowing shaft, sealing him tight.

"Jesus," Roger gasped, pausing to breathe. "You're crushing me."

Debbie had adjusted to him. Her pussy afforded him a loving squeeze, from tip to stem. When her ass settled on his balls, she sighed.

Roger groaned. She could feel him pulsing with life, straight up her middle. His gray eyes glazed over. His hands closed around her waist.

She watched his chest expand and contract while humping him. He dug into her snatch, enjoying its moist tug. He pushed himself into her with everything he had. His stiff cock deeply rubbed her. Temporarily overwhelmed, Debbie shut her eyes and submitted to the dizzying splendor. She thought she was going to pass out.

"Is this what you wanted?" he muttered, stabbing into her cunt. His thrusts were measured. He controlled the flow of stimulation that coursed through her body.

"Yes. I love it." Debbie felt the skin of his cock catch when moving through her slippery folds. Roger's mouth tensed as he immersed himself in hot cunt. He groaned while sticking his shaft into her tickling pulp. Her warm squish enveloped him.

After experiencing those lush, invigorating sensations, Debbie fondled her nipples. She shifted on his lap as she palmed them. Touching herself while burying Roger between her legs was electrifying. Her digits whispered over those hard points, tweaking their growth.

Hunger overtook her. Slamming herself to him, his balls struck her ass. Debbie rode him faster, aching from the tight movement of his cock. "Fuck me," Debbie implored. "Fuck me. Yeah. Fuck me."

Roger obeyed her wish. He charged into her with everything he possessed, lured by the fire in her voice. Her saturated cunt ferociously consumed him. That dick pried her open, thrusting wildly to the bottom of her snatch. Debbie hugged herself to his cunt-starving body, permitting him to spear her sopping tissue. He lunged into her soaked crevice, then pulled out all but his bloated crown. In the next instant, he pierced her. Debbie moaned, taking him whole. He fucked through the knot she created. She crushed him, willing her inner muscles to smother that pulsating mass.

"Oh, God," he croaked from her sizzling exertions.

Debbie shoved her pussy at him. She cried out from the hot friction. Her squeals forwarded his excitement. He rammed into her, his balls slapping her butt.

"More," Debbie pleaded. "More. Fuck me. Yes. That's it."

A profusion of sweat welled from his brow. Roger's face was flush, the corners of his mouth twitching. When he jammed his cock in her heated core, Debbie felt the quiver of his loins. He was about to shoot.

"I want you to cum," Debbie ordered. "Cum in me. I want you to explode."

She provoked him. Her tits bounced, sweat flicking from her erect nipples. She was out of control, seeking release. He went on pumping her with that hard dick, watchful of her orgasm. Roger sent his rigid mass to the bottom of her cunt. He moved his hips, trying to get her off fast. Slamming his heels into the mattress, he forced her to gallop on his lap. His dick was making it happen.

His pleasure became final with one powerful thrust. Debbie watched him shudder before he took her with him. She spasmed around his cock. He shuddered. She could feel the jism accumulate in her pussy.

"Ughhh," he howled, hammering against her straddled form. His hands held her while he slammed into her with abandoned force.

Her orgasm practically scrambled her mind. She convulsed heavily during his spasms. Roger smacked into her snatch, nailing her with his thing. Its size didn't matter-he operated that cock with speed and efficiency. Debbie clasped him with her pussy, milking his cock.

"Oh, yeah," Debbie hoarsely commanded. "Cream in me, baby."

Those strong hands held her, as though preventing her from flying off until he fed her everything. Debbie savored his masculine authority. She thrashed on him, gladly receiving his creamy expulsion.

After he finished, she took him in his arms. Her mouth went over his, her tongue probing him. They stayed connected.

"Wasn't that nice?" she softly asked.

He smiled.

"You make me cum so hard. I thought it was my imagination, but every time we do it, it gets better. Don't you agree?"

"I do."

"Maybe we ought to do something about it."

He closed his eyes, caught between the temptation to sleep and starting another session. Debbie's pussy periodically tweaked him. She effortlessly made him stiff. "What should we do about it?"

"I think we should get married."

Roger's eyes opened. "What?"

"It only makes sense. I'd make a better wife. You wouldn't have to deal with my career aspirations or occasional insubordination. I'd do whatever was required to make you happy."

"What about Eva?" he whispered.

She shook her head. "I forgot to tell you, darling. She called while you were in the shower. She made up her mind. She's never coming back."

"Never?"

"She's found someone else. I'm sorry to break it to you like this. I wanted to spare you from the pain. My sister can be a heartless bitch."

Roger sighed. "There's no arguing that."

Debbie brushed his lips. "We've had our differences in the past. These last two days have opened my eyes. You're the only man that could satisfy me at every level. Happiness like that has been uncommon for me."

"Great sex can't be the only foundation of a relationship."

"That's true. Your personality, however, is the kind I'm attracted to. I need someone who will look after me.--likewise, I want a man to whom I can thoroughly devote my energies."

He shook his head. "Not now. I can't consider marriage, not until the matter with Eva is resolved."

"Fine. I'll wait, but in the end, your decision will be quite plain. But know in advance one thing: un-like Eva, I would never leave you."