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Bad Decision

From the moment I saw him he looked like trouble, he had 'bad decision' written across his forehead. Way too handsome by half and very much aware of it. He had this very arrogant walk and stance and his smile reminded me of a cross between a hungry wolf and a sly cat.

All the girls in the office went ga-ga over him, even the married ones were flirting with him; I could see he knew it, and he liked it. You could see how he'd smile at them, his eyes would slowly and deliberately drag over their bodies from the legs all the way up to the eyes, as if he was undressing each one in his mind. And each girl thought he only behaved that way with her, completely blinded by the dazzle to see the hungry wolf inside him. It was as if I was the only one who could see it, the only one that wasn’t fooled. Maybe I was the only one because I was really hurting- the day he started working for our firm was the day my divorce was finalized, let's just say I wasn’t in a cheery mood.

A couple months before that I had found my husband in bed with some slut from his office and I guess that soured my opinion of men in general, especially good looking ones with cryptic smiles.

While the other girls found any excuse they could to talk to him, I did my best to avoid him. I didn’t like those insolent eyes of his checking me out, it felt too invasive for me. All I wanted was to lick my wounds in privacy, no male attention, and no contact. I dressed conservatively; not showing any skin, nothing too fitted, no heels, barely any makeup- a grey little mouse.

The problem was that the more I tried to avoid him, the more I ran into him, it was as if life was putting him in my way on purpose. In the office, in the elevator, at the corner café where I bought coffee in the morning, in the little place I used to get my lunch, on the subway, even in the bar where I used to go for a beer sometimes after a particularly long work day. He would always come over and talk to me, ask me questions I didn’t really want to answer and look at me with those fucking eyes of his, making me uncomfortable.

There were rumors around the office that he was sleeping with Angela the receptionist, which made complete sense to me; my cheating ex had liked them too, it seems, since he fucked one in our bed. Angela was going around the office beaming like a bloody headlight for about a month until one day she came to the office looking like a wreck- eyes red and puffy, her usually perfect face blotched and with no makeup on. I knew it, I wanted to tell her, you should have stayed away.

Then it was Janet from sales' turn to go through the roller coaster of beaming then crashing, and after that Michelle from advertising. I was wondering what would happen after he ran out of office girls to fuck- maybe he'd find a new job.

When I bumped into him in the little grocery on my way home he was supposedly doing it with Helen from the legal department but his eyes still did the spiel from my feet to my eyes.

"Why do you always dress so shapelessly?" he asked me.

I wanted to tell him to go jump off a cliff but I didn’t. "What's it any of your business?" I answered instead.

"Just curious. You're young and obviously have a good figure under those rags- why are you hiding it?"

"Because I don’t want creeps checking me out all day," I answered pointedly and looked him hard in the eyes.

He wasn’t even taken aback by my answer, this guy had no shame.

"It’s a pity, you would be even better looking in some nice clothes and heels, maybe some lipstick."

"First- that’s sexual harassment, second- aren’t you dating Helen?"

"Dating is a bit of an overstatement, and it's not sexual harassment- I was just making an observation."

"Well, I'd appreciate if you keep your observations to yourself next time," I pushed past him and went to the till.

The following day I bumped into him when I was heading into the café to get my morning coffee. I had an urge to stab my finger into his eye when he still swept me over with his gaze.

"Why are you always so angry?" he asked as I glared at him in response to his good morning greeting.

"Because I don’t like guys like you," I answered, irritated.

"And what are guys like me?" he asked with a shade of a smile on his insolent lips.

"Players, cheaters, guys who think they can do whatever they want just because they look good."

"Oh, so you think I look good?" he twinkled at me with a smile.

"That is not what I meant," he was twisting my words and making me furious.

"Well it's what you said," he winked and walked out of the café, leaving me to fume as I waited for my order.

The next day Helen called in sick; the day after that rumors started spreading around the office as they always did about how Helen was hiding at home, too ashamed to face the office since he apparently dumped her. I felt sorry for her and angry at him- he was leaving a trail of wreckage as he fucked his way through the girls in the firm. Thankfully I didn’t see him all that week, or I might have spit in his face- which would have been a bad decision since he was more senior than me, and I needed my job.

On that weekend I was going to a wedding; it was a friend of mine from years back, we used to be close and stayed in touch despite life taking us in different directions. She was marrying some hot- shot finance guy and having a lavish wedding with hundreds of guests.

I was sitting at the table, watching the dancing on the floor and talking to one of my close friends, when suddenly I heard a voice behind me that I really didn’t want to hear.

"Madden is that you?" his voice was both surprised and happy at the same time.

"Yes, and somehow it's you," my voice was weary and annoyed, why was life sending him my way all the time?

"I didn’t recognize you at first, what with this lovely dress you have on, you should dress this way more often."

Again that thing with the eyes- I felt myself blushing involuntarily and hated myself for it. My friend had pushed me into wearing this turquoise dress, one of hers since she claimed I had no clothes that were fit for the occasion; and of course the dress was short and form fitting.

"Maddie, who's your gentleman friend? Won't you introduce me?" my friend interjected before I had time to spit out a snarky reply.

"His name is Conrad, and he's no gentleman," I said reluctantly, motioning in his general direction.

"It's so nice to meet you, Conrad, I'm Ashley. Please don’t take Maddie's rudeness to heart- ever since her divorce she has become a little aggressive," with that she nudged me painfully in the ribs.

"A divorce? I figured there must have been something to make such a beautiful woman hide under layers of drab clothing," he smiled a knowing smile and I felt like I wanted to shoot both of them at that moment.

"Don’t let her terrible wardrobe fool you, Maddie is a looker and she used to have nice clothes too, she has just hidden them somewhere along with her wilder side," Ashley laughed. This time I nudged her in the ribs, trying to get her to shut her large mouth.

"Wild, you say?" the bastard looked at me and his eyes seemed to be digging into me, "Well, we will just have to drag it out of her, won't we?" he looked at me, though speaking to Ashley.

"How about you drag yourself somewhere else?" I said as I got up and walked away from the pair of them. I was sick of being talked about, and his knowing about my divorce made me hurt for some reason. I spent the rest of the wedding avoiding him and Ashley's questions about him.

At work the following week, I was trying my best to avoid him some more, and he was trying to drive me crazy. He kept coming over and asking me stuff, stuff his secretary could have phoned me for. He also kept trying to ask me about my divorce, my life, stuff that was none of his fucking business. I couldn’t understand what the fuck he wanted from me- there was a whole office full of other girls who'd sell their soul to fuck him, but for some reason he was sticking to me like chewed gum to the sole of a shoe.

On Friday, a friend called me to say that my pig of an ex was now engaged to his reception slut and that since her husband worked with him they were going to the wedding, which was going to take place the following month. I felt rage, hate, bile and a million other things rise up inside of me. I wanted to scream, and cry, and smash a club through the windshield of his car. That cheating shit for brains was marrying his cow only months after we got divorced; well more luck to her, I hoped she'd find him in bed with her best friend after that wedding.

I was so upset that I couldn’t stand staying at work, and since it was 5 p.m. I just told my boss that I needed to go, promising that I would make up the hour I missed another day. I considered calling some of my girls to cry but decided against it- I wasn’t in the mood for pep-talks, or for hearing how I should move on with my life and get a new boyfriend. Instead I decided to head to the nearest pub and spend some time drinking my sorrows away.

After the first couple of beers I felt way better; that shit for brains idiot could have his cow- I hoped she'd give him some venereal disease. I was a strong, independent woman and I needed to remember that, and to become that again. Maybe my friends were right and what I really needed was a good fuck- something I had not had in a while.

I sat there nursing my third beer when I heard his voice, "there you are!" He sounded relieved.

"What are you doing here Conrad?" I was so tired of it all and I sounded like it.

"I was looking for you, one of the girls saw you leave and said you looked distressed so I wanted to find you and make sure you were ok."

"Why? What do you want with me? Don’t you have other things to do? Other girls to harass?"

"I want to talk to you, I want you to tell me how you feel and what's wrong with you," he said as he sat down next to me at the bar.

"Why? What for, Conrad?" I didn’t have the energy for fights, all I wanted was some peace.

"Because you are interesting, and I like you, and I want to get to know you better."

"I'm only interesting to you because I'm not drooling over you like all the other girls, and you don’t want to get to know me better- you just want to fuck me to prove that you can," it was the truth really and I wanted him to admit it, to stop lying and pretending to be a nice, caring guy.

"Ouch, you're blunt, aren’t you?"

"Why not? What have I got to sugar-coat things for?"

"Well you are partially right- at first I couldn’t get why you seemed to think I was the enemy of the state, but I guess it changed as I got to know you."

"What do you think you know about me? That I'm divorced?" he was being weird and I wanted him to fess up, or maybe I wanted to hurt him.

"I know more than you think Madden. I know you're good at your job, I know you're feisty, I know that you have a sharp tongue and a good sense of humor, I know what you like to eat, how you like your coffee, what's your favorite beer. I know that you are beautiful and sexy even if you don’t let others see it right now, and I know that any guy who'd let you go was a bloody fool."

"Wow, is that the line you use on all the girls? It's not bad, I can see why they all like you so much," I sipped my beer and stared straight ahead of me, not looking at him.

"You can say what you want Madden- you're just trying to push me away, but it isn’t working."

He sat there next to me in silence, drinking the beer that the bartender poured him- the same kind I was having, and stared straight ahead. He finished his beer and ordered another one. I kept waiting for him to just go away but it didn’t happen, he kept sitting next to me in silence like it was a thing, like we were more than mere co-workers.

"Why are you here? Really?" I asked him eventually.

"Because I like being around you," he answered, for once his eyes looking into mine without that predatory sex thing.

"I'm sure you could be somewhere else right now, with some girl who'd give you what you want easily."

"Probably, but it wouldn’t be what I wanted since I want you, and you are anything but easy."

"If you wanted me so much why did you fuck so many girls at the office?"

"Because I could, I guess. Because it was easy, and because I didn’t know yet how much I wanted you," he seemed sincere but I wasn't going to trust my assessment of lies, not after pig face.

We kept sitting there and talking, somehow the conversation flowed and I told him things I didn’t even want to admit to myself. He was easy to talk to I guess, he didn’t try to give me useless advice and empty words of reassurance, he just listened. When he told me about himself I was surprised to learn that he had also gone through a divorce a few years back; it was over infidelity as well- his wife was sleeping with his boss, of all people.

When I said I've had enough drinking and it was time to head home he put his hand on my wrist, "Come home with me, it's not far from here."

"If I go home with you, we will end up fucking," I removed his hand from my wrist. I was on the edge of something and I felt too vulnerable.

"So what? Is that such a bad thing? We could have a night of amazing sex, what's so bad about that?"

"Nothing for you, I'm sure, but I'll end up regretting it when you go back to your round of the office girls."

"I don’t think I will, not when I can have the one I really want. Come on Madden, what's the worst that could happen?"

"I guess you can't crush my heart more than it is already," I answered as I got up and put some money on the bar for the tab.

"That’s the spirit," he laughed as he followed suit.

When we were out on the street he hailed a cab, we could have taken the subway but I think he was afraid I'd change my mind on the ride. We got in the cab and he put his hand on my knee, it felt somewhat weird, foreign, but it still made me flush a little.

When we got to his flat he ushered me in and showed me around. He could probably feel that I was anxious so he offered me another drink, but I declined- too much alcohol was likely to spoil everything rather than make it better.

"Well, I'm getting a glass of wine for myself, would you like some juice or water?" he asked as he led me to his kitchen.

"Water would be good," I went with him.

He got a bottle of wine and a bottle of water from the fridge and put them on the counter next to me, but instead of pouring them for us he just pressed me suddenly to the counter and kissed me hard. He smelled good and his mouth tasted of beer and something sweet that I couldn’t quite place; and he felt good too- warm, and hard, and very male.

"God Madden, you don’t even know how good you taste," he mumbled against my skin as he kissed down my neck.

"What are you doing?" I yelped as he tore apart my shirt, buttons flying in all directions. "What am I going to wear when I go home?"

"You can wear something of mine, it will look way better on you than these drab rags."

With that, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and tore it in two. His hands were all over me, rubbing and kneading my body. My hands were on him, exploring him more tentatively, getting to know another man for the first time in years.

He unhooked my bra and stood back for a moment to look at my breasts, my nipples standing up hard like little pebbles. He pinched each nipple, making me sigh and arch my back at him, the skin of my breasts covering in goose bumps. He moved closer to me again and hoisted me up on his shoulder easily as if I weighed nothing. He carried me to the bedroom and set me down on his large bed; pushing me back and pulling my tights and panties off in one motion. He straddled me and looked at me appraisingly, his eyes dragging slowly from mine, moving over me to rest on my cunt. This time I wasn’t annoyed at the predatory glint in his eyes, it excited me and made me want to make him squirm.

I lifted up onto my elbows and looked at him, still fully dressed and yet so fucking sexy, I could see why everyone else kept chasing him; and now I was no better. Oh well- if I'm here I might as well enjoy my bad decision to the max.

"Come here, it's not fair that I'm the only one that's naked," I beckoned him with my finger.

"Mmm no it isn’t," he smiled as he leaned over me and kissed me.

I used my body to push his to the side and I rolled over on top of him, straddling him. I could feel his hard cock bulging in his suit pants and I ground my hips against it, making him groan and roll his eyes. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly and ran my fingers over the skin that was revealed. He was in good shape, his abs flat and hard. His skin felt silky and warm, with a little hair on his chest, and some more leading from his belly button to his crotch. I traced the little treasure trail and he thrust his hips up at me meaningfully.

When I undid his belt and fly, pulling his pants off along with his boxers, my mouth hung open for a second. He was much bigger than my ex, I'd say about 8 inches or possibly more, thick and covered in veins. I could sense that he was watching my reaction and smiling at it.

I leaned down over him and ran my tongue along one of the veins, eliciting a guttural moan from him. My tongue flicked over his head, around the little slit, and I could taste the precum that was beading up. He tasted good and I wanted more of him so I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked on it.

"Fuck Madden, if you keep this up I won't be able to last long, I've wanted you for too long," he warned me in a strained voice.

His words just made me want to go faster and harder. I alternated swirling my tongue around him with sucking on him until he was clutching the sheets and thrusting his hips up at me. I could feel he needed more so I took him in deeper, taking as much of his length as I could until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I had to fight my gag reflex before I could start to move up and down his hard cock. Since he was larger than what I was used to, I used my hand to stroke up and down where my mouth couldn’t reach, my mouth and hand moving in rhythm. When he started thrusting his hips up at me again I increased the pace of my movements.

"Madden if you don’t stop I'm going to cum," he warned me through gritted teeth.

I moaned my reply around him without letting him slip out of my mouth and the vibrations made him twitch. He groaned and froze up as he shot ropes of cum into my hungry mouth. I didn’t let go of him until the last drop of cum dripped onto my tongue.

When I crawled up to lie next to him he pulled me closer and kissed me, holding me tightly to him. It felt good, skin on skin, deceptively intimate and a feeling that I had not felt in a while. His hands moved all over my body, strong and steady, making me shiver and break out in goose bumps. He touched me everywhere- back, shoulders, breasts, ass; squeezing, caressing, massaging, making my head spin. When he cupped a hand over my pussy a sigh of relief escaped my lips and my hips thrust up involuntarily.

"How long has it been since you’ve cum Madden?" he looked into my eyes as he caressed my outer lips.

"More than six months I guess," I blushed and looked away, reluctant to see his reaction.

"Well we need to make up for that," and he slipped two fingers into me.

I gasped and instinctively clenched my inner muscles. I guess my body had been starving for this, because when his fingers pushed all the way into me I could already feel the ascent, my insides throbbing and my breath short and ragged.

"Damn you are tight, are you going to be able to take me in?" his fingers didn’t move at first, staying deep inside me and letting me adjust.

It didn’t take long for me to cum, shuddering and moaning, after his fingers started to move in me and his thumb to tease my clit. It was intense and it ran through me, my juices covering his hand and soaking into the sheets, my eyes shut tight and fists clenched.

When I opened my eyes he was staring at me, his fingers still in me, his breathing shallow and eyes glinting.

"What?" I asked for some inexplicable reason, probably just to fill the sudden weird moment. I felt exposed, more so than before.

"You," he answered plainly, his eyes boring into mine.

As soon as his fingers were out of me he put them in his mouth, tasting me and smiling that wolf smile.

"Madden you can't even believe what you are doing to me right now. All I want is to slam into that tight, clenching little snatch of yours and fuck you till you scream my name."

All I could utter in response was a shaky 'Oh', he was so intense and I was overwhelmed despite myself.

He pulled me to him by my thighs before leaning over me and positioning his hard cock at my entrance. I held my breath as he pushed into me, his cock head opening me up. It felt somewhat uncomfortable and my initial instinct was to pull away; I had to really concentrate on relaxing my muscles to let him in. he was going slowly, letting me have the time to adjust, stopping half way in to kiss me with such passion that I moaned into the kiss.

Slowly but surely my muscles gave up their resistance, my soft flesh yielding before his hard one. When he was in to the hilt he let out a deep contented sigh against my neck and then bit it playfully.

"God Madden, you're so tight it feels like second skin," he breathed in my ear.

"Well you're bigger than what I'm used to," I said honestly.

He inhaled sharply and let out a controlled breath, "you are driving me insane here."

"Good," I laughed lightly.

"Good? You want to see what happens when I go crazy?" his voice was strained but amused.

"Yes I do," I made an effort and squeezed my inner walls around his girth.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled before letting loose.

His hips started moving like pistons, pulling out and slamming back into me hard, making my body jar each time; his hands were gripping me hard, one on my hip and the other holding the side of my ribs. His eyes were locked on mine and he was grunting and growling as my tight pussy gave way to him each time.

His strength and intensity were driving me nuts, every thrust drove him so deep into me that my breath rushed out in a whoosh, my eyes glazing over as the pain and pleasure mixed inside me. My hands were clutching at his waist, scratching and digging into his skin.

The incessant pace he set was overwhelming me; it felt too intense somehow, I tried to move away a little, to slow him down and to make him go easier on me. I could feel myself building up to an orgasm that I feared would be too much for me to take. My nerve endings were on fire, my hands clawing at his back, head spinning.

"That’s right Madden, just take it like a good girl and show me how you explode for me," he growled and his hand moved from my hip to pinch my clit.

And that was it for me, I bucked and screamed out, my toes curling as the most intense pleasure shot through my whole body. I shook, and quivered, and clenched around him, my juices flowing abundantly.

I can't say how long my orgasm lasted but he didn’t stop fucking me through it. My pussy became raw and oversensitive and still he was pumping me like a machine. Hard, hot, and unstoppable, a look of determination on his face. I whimpered and shivered under him but he didn’t stop, he just kept driving his demanding cock in and out of me.

"You're going to cum again for me Madden," he told me, "You're going to cum again and your tight little cunt is going to milk me of every last drop of spunk."

"I can't, I'm too raw and tired," I whimpered in reply but his words made my pussy wet despite everything.

"Of course you can- see how wet you are for me, you're drenching the sheets, Madden."

He kept fucking me harder and all I could do was take it. I felt a tight knot in my stomach, pressure building up within me, my body trying to reject him and keep him in me at the same time. I became oblivious to everything around me except our bodies slamming together, the sounds of our fucking, and a growing heat within me.

When the pressure and heat grew unbearable inside me I screamed out again and thrashed under him, and he buried himself deep in me and froze on top of me with a roar. He swelled and twitched as he released inside of me but I was only vaguely aware of it as my orgasm ran through me like a wrecking ball.

When he finally pulled out of me his cum gushed out over my thighs and wet the crumpled sheets beneath me, but I couldn’t move. I felt like a wreck, my legs trembling and unable to move properly, my eyes closing. I knew that I probably needed to get out of there, that we had both had what we came for. I needed to get home to my own bed, but first I needed to figure out what to wear, since my own clothes were in tatters on the kitchen floor. The problem was I couldn’t muster up the energy for any of that.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, pressing my worn body to his own.

"I need to go home now," I mumbled as I fought to open my eyes. I was making a tremendous effort to push myself off the bed and out of his arms.

"You're not going anywhere Madden, you're not running away from me again," he pulled me back and tightened his embrace, "All you need right now is to fall asleep here with me, like this."

I wanted to protest but I was too weak for that and my body didn’t want to obey me, all it wanted was the warmth, closeness and comfort that his arms offered. My lids drooped and my head relaxed; the last thing I remember were his lips brushing my ear as he whispered to me, "Good night darling."

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