Unstoppable (24 page)

“Precisely,” she responded, “Holy fuck is right.” 

I couldn’t agree more, I thought. This woman is something else.

Holy fuck.

RIPP.
I pushed my hands into my pockets a little further as the elevator began to rise. I’ve never really cared for riding elevators, I think it’s a control issue. Maintaining control of my ability to escape or get out of a situation is completely relinquished when I’m on an elevator. I tried a few times, and I still hadn’t found the stairs in this damned building. As it stopped and the bell dinged, I exhaled and walked into the hallway.

“Hi Ripp, wasn’t expecting you,” Tonia said as I approached her desk.

I held my index finger to my lips and pointed toward Vee’s office as I raised my eyebrows.

“Surprise,” whispered.

She smiled and nodded her head. Vee had explained today was a catch up day at her office and she had no court scheduled for the rest of the week. It didn’t seem uncommon for her to go through stages where she was in court for a few weeks straight. I felt sorry for her through the court appearances, because it took so much out of her. When she got home at night she was exhausted mentally and physically. As I stepped through the door and into her office, she looked up and squeaked.

Girls.

“Oh my God,” she squealed.

“What. Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Put your hands on your desk Vee,” I demanded in a low definitive tone as I approached her desk and gave her a soft kiss.

“Excuse me?” she asked as our lips parted.

“The desk, Vee. The big square thing in front of you covered with paperwork. Put your fuckin’ hands on it and don’t move,” I grunted as I walked back toward the door and closed it.

I could have closed the door on my way in, but I wanted to give her time to think about it and make it a little more dramatic. Her mind worked a hundred miles an hour with all situations; trying to figure everything out before it happened. Typical attorney, I suppose. I stood at the door and turned around to face her desk. Her hands firm on the edge of the desk, she looked up and smiled.

“You know when I texted you earlier, and asked what you were wearing?” I shrugged my shoulders and turned my palms up.

She smiled and nodded her head, slightly bent over the desk with her back arched a little.

“Well, saying
black skirt
was the wrong answer. It made me horny. I’m horny all the damned time since we started this fuckin’ mess we’re in,” I grunted as I walked to her desk.

“How do you turn the music up and down in this place?” I asked.

“Oh God. Uhhm. It’s the remote on the desk, it’s…” she stood up and began to look over the desk.

“On the desk, Vee. I’ll find it,” I said as I walked behind her and rolled her chair across the floor and into the window frame.

I stood behind Vee, pressing my cock against her ass as I looked over her desk for the remote.

“Here we go,” I said as I picked it up from the desk.

I pressed the plus button on the remote three times, turning up the music to a level that Tonia could hear it for sure. I wanted her to
know
what we were doing. Fact of the matter is that the horny, freshly divorced bitch was probably outside the door listening.

“Are you, going to…” I reached around and cupped my hand tightly over her mouth before she finished speaking.

“Here’s the deal, Vee. I gotta go meet that kid I met the other day, Austin. I gotta train him how to fight. But I looked at my watch and noticed I had twenty extra minutes. Now, considering where your office is, where the gym is, and the fact that I can split traffic and haul ass back to the gym, I figure I got maybe six, no five minutes extra. Yep, looks like five. So, I ain’t got a lot of time for fuckin’ talkin’,” I unzipped my shorts and started stroking my cock.

I pulled her skirt over her waist and kicked the inside of her shoes lightly, “Spread ‘em.”

She immediately stepped to the side with each leg, moving her feet shoulder width apart. I grabbed the waist of her panties on my hand and began to pull them down her hips. I looked down and realized short of her raising her feet from the floor, there was no removing the panties. I clenched my jaw and yanked on the waist, ripping the panties in two. As I did, she grunted into the palm of my hand. I tossed the panties on the desk in front of her face.

“Now, let’s check,” I hesitated and slid my left hand between her legs.

Her pussy was soaked. She had told me a week or so ago that all I had to do was walk into the room, and she got wet. I guess she wasn’t lying, because she was absolutely soaked. I pressed my first two fingers into her pussy up to the web of my hand. As I slowly slid them in and out of her pussy, she grunted into my hand, and my cock became rigid. I bent over and pressed my chest into her back, positioning my mouth beside her left ear.

“You feel those two fingers in that little bitty pussy of yours?” I breathed into her ear.

She grunted into my hand and nodded her head.

“Well, I’m going to need to put one more in there,” I said as I pulled my hand back and slowly forced a third finger inside of her.

She moaned against my hand as I forced them inside of her slowly.

“You know why I had to do that?” I whispered into her ear.

She turned her hear to the left, looked into my eyes, and moaned.

I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy twice, slowly. Her pussy was now dripping wet and soaking my entire hand.

“Because I have a big fucking cock, Vee. If I just shove it in you, you’ll scream. If you scream, Tonia will come in here. If Tonia comes in here, I’ll put her ass to work, holding you down on the desk while I fuck you. Now I don’t know Tonia like that, so I think it’s just best we keep her out of this,” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded her head eagerly.

“See, babe. I’m always thinking,” I sighed.

“You feel that big cock against your thigh?” I bit her ear and spoke through my teeth.

She nodded and sighed into my hand. I slowly pulled my finger from her pussy and guided my cock inside of her. As I slowly pushed it in, I released her mouth and slid my hand down to her neck. Gripping her neck tightly in my hand, I pulled back on it, forcing her to arch her back. I pushed my cock all the way in and rocked my hips upward.

“I like this little pussy of yours, Vee. It makes my cock feel really big. Oh wait, my cock
is
really big,” I softly chuckled as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

“Holy fuck, Ripp. I can’t…” she strained to talk, my hand still squeezing tight on her neck.

“I can’t…”

“Well, if you don’t like it slow, let’s do
this
,” I growled.

I squeezed her neck in my right hand as I pulled her backward. I reached up with my left hand, gathered her hair in my hand, and pulled it about as hard as I could. As her hair became tight, I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I was able.

My hips smacking against her ass made a slapping sound that echoed through her office. The force that I was fucking her with caused the desk to begin to move across the floor. She grunted each time I buried my cock into her. As I pulled her hair to the side, I looked down and into her eyes.

“Fucking hell…” she grumbled through her clenched teeth.

“Oh…”

“Oh…”

I could tell from her breathing she was close to climax.

“Vee, I’m going to have to get to the gym,” I grunted as I slammed my cock into her.

“I need you to finish. I need you to cum all over my big fat cock,” I muttered as I continued to fuck her as hard as I could.

“It’ll,” I forced myself into her until the desk moved an inch.

“Make,” I slid my cock out to the tip and forced it back in deeply.

“Me,” I pulled it out and hesitated.

“Happy,” I said as I began to fuck her like a jackhammer.

I pulled her hair and squeezed her neck as I pounded her pussy full of cock. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the office. She began to grunt and moan as I felt her pussy contract.

“Ripp?” she grunted.

I pounded myself into her.

“It’ll make me happy baby,” I growled.

My hips slapped against her ass repeatedly as I forced myself into her.

Her pussy convulsed as it contracted. Her hands slapped the desk. She slapped again. And again. And again…And.

Again.

I released her neck and hair. Slowly, I stopped fucking her and held my cock in her deep.

“Holy shit,” she sighed, “that was intense.”

“Yeah, I wonder if Tonia heard you slapping the desk,” I laughed.

“I’ll tell her
something
,” she said over her shoulder, her breath choppy and labored. 

“So, you’re going to act like we weren’t fucking?” I asked as I slowly slid my cock from her pussy.

“Uhhm. I’m so not going to tell her,” she sighed.

She slowly stood from her bent over position and turned to face me.

“I can move my desk back, brush my hair, and act like nothing happened,” she said.

“Get on your knees,” I demanded.

“Pfft. Even if you cum on my face, I can fix it, I’m not scared of you,” she said as she lowered herself down on the floor.

As she knelt in front of me and grasped my cock in her hand, I pulled it from her grasp.

“Hold still,” I smiled.

As she looked up with a face full of wonder, I slapped her as hard as I could across the face with my cock. The look of shock that washed over her was priceless. A red welt began to show up on her cheek as she raised her hand to her face.

“Stand up,” I said.

Slowly she stood as she rubbed her cheek. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. As I held her, I moved her hair to the side and whispered in her ear.

“I gotta get babe. I’ll try and hide this hard cock in my shorts and let myself out. Just stay in here hidden for a bit, and she’ll never see it,” I kissed the side of her face as I leaned away from her.

“That was really unexpected. Is it okay if I liked it?” she asked.

“Okay by me. Kind of like fuckin’ and fighting at the same time,” I laughed as I pulled up my shorts.

She shook her head as I stuffed my semi-rigid cock into my shorts and zipped them up. I pulled my tee shirt over the crotch and smiled. I looked at her face and shook my head at the large red welt on her face.

“I’ll let myself out. Hide in here, okay?” I said as I leaned into her and kissed her lips.

“Have fun. Jesus. What a treat
that
was,” she said as she picked her torn panties up from the desk and ran her fingers through her matted hair.

I leaned into the corner of her desk and pressed my leg against it, positioning it back where it was. As I opened the door to walk out, I turned and smiled, “I’ll close this behind me.”

She nodded.

“Bye babe,” she whispered.

I closed the door behind me and walked to the end of the hall, pressing against my cock with my hands as I did. Slowly, it was going soft. By the time I got on my bike, I’d be fine, a small price to pay for treating Vee to a little office sex.

As I passed Tonia’s desk, she smiled and waved, “By Ripp.”

“See ya, Tonia,” I waved as I walked toward the elevator.

Awwe, fuck it.

“Tonia?” I turned around and faced her desk.

“Yes, Ripp,” she arched her back and looked over the top of the monitor.

“I almost forgot. Vee wants to see you. She said to just go on in,” I smiled.

“Okay,” she said as she stood from her chair.

Well, there’ll be no hiding it now.

VEE.
It had been a month since Michael and I started having sex, and my life had changed completely. My focus at work was second to none. My level of tension was non-existent. My father was probably going to be released from the hospital soon, and I felt as if I was on top of the world. Actually being in a relationship with Ripp was so much more rewarding than I thought anyone could ever have, and he was proving to be the biggest twelve year old kid on the planet. He was nothing more than a huge goofball who was loving, caring, witty, and protective. The only problem, if there was one, was he instantly turned to a monster when someone crossed him. We may need to work on that temper at some point in time.

“It’s been three fucking weeks Ripper,” Kelsey screamed.

“It ain’t been three weeks. God damn, give a guy a break,” Michael responded.

“You get no more breaks. You’re fighting before this god damned rally. You’re going to turn into a fucking bum. A thirty year old retired fucking bum,” Kelsey hollered as he pointed at Michael.

“Damn it, boss, what did I tell you about pointing at me,” Ripp said as he swung his glove at Kelsey’s finger.

“What did I tell you about having her in the ring? And you better not be fucking her, losing all your damned stamina and strength. Son-of-a-bitch, Ripper,” Kelsey sighed loudly as he finished speaking.

“She’s got ears, boss. She can fuckin’ hear you talkin’ shit. I teach here, remember? The kid, Austin? I’ve been teaching him. And now, I’m teaching her. So go fuck off old man. Go eat some of those Tums you have in the locker room and settle that stomach before you have an ulcer,” Ripp laughed.

“You go fuck of. You gave me ulcers ten years ago, Ripp. Maybe I’ll just make you a full time trainer if you don’t want to fight,” Kelsey screamed over his shoulder as he turned toward the exit.

“And turn off the god damned lights when you leave,” he hollered as he reached for the door handle.

“I always do boss,” Mike screamed across the gym.

“Good night, Vee!” he waved as he opened the door.

“Night, Kelsey,” I hollered.

Kelsey was one of the nicest men I had ever met. Shane and Mike admired him greatly, and he admired them as well. He didn’t scream much at Shane, but he sure screamed at Michael. Ripp was considerably wilder than Shane, and would rather fight bare knuckles matches than about anything, because the pay was better. The thought of it angered Kelsey, and if Ripp wasn’t fighting at the gym at least once a month, Kelsey was angry with him.