"What's your name?" Ray asked.
"Angela Reed."
"No, your real name."
"My real name is Angela Reed," she replied and smiled and her eyes sparkled.
That was probably the most tempting and daring smile Ray had ever seen in his entire life. And he used to be charmed by the seductive smile of beautiful, glamorous, and sophisticated women.
He was Ray Walton, for crying out loud! An heir of a multi-millionaire father and the head of the influential Walton clan. They owned the world’s largest company. If these people constituted their city, it would be the fourth most populous American city, after New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago.
But Angela's smile was distinct. If her smile can be put in framed, he will do it and hang it in his office, in the living room, or even in his bedroom so that he could always see her seducing smile — her red lips. He could not believe that he was currently inside Angela's room, standing near a closed door. In his business suit, he was sweating, and he felt the heat-seeking moisture missile starting to expand while looking at the very beautiful woman standing near the bed in her seductive, sexy red nightgown, showing off a drool-worthy cleavage. He bet that she was not wearing any undies.
Angela slowly walked towards him, smiled seductively, and raised her hand to touch Ray's cheek. He felt Angela's soft and warm palm on his cheek. Immediately the small fire started burning inside his body and felt his shaft was slowly expanding more and more. If the fire that was burning inside his body would not burn him immediately, in hell, he was sure that he would be buried there, because of the obscene things he wanted to do to Angela in the room.
Ray grabbed Angela's nape of the neck. He quivered while he covered her lips with his mouth. He did not care if it would be crushed by kissing her hungrily. His tongue found a way to Angela's mouth and fiercely wrapped his tongue around hers. While their lips were busy kissing, biting, and tonguing, he carried her to her bed and laid her down there. He almost tore her clothes as he hurriedly undressed her. He was right in what he thought that she didn't wear undies. So, he kissed her again, and he immediately laid Angela down. His hands shaking while he grabbed Angela's hair, and he wrapped his hand with her hair to see the shape of her body while Angela's looked up and looking at him passionately.
Ray heard a voice calling his name and felt somebody touched him. He opened his eyes and felt dismayed.
He had glared to a familiar face when he opened his eyes. But he was dumbfounded that it was not Angela's face but Trixie's. "You moan too loud as if you are almost going to come," she said. "Even in your dream, we did have sex?"
He was having sex in his dream. But not to Trixie but Angela. Surprisingly, he dreamed of Angela again even though he never thought about her. He had outgrown Angela Reed. He would not have a sexual desire for a seemingly imaginary woman. Since Angela quit her job, Ray attempted few times to look for her. He even looked for Angela Reed in various companies, yet, he failed. So, he had begun to lose interest in her. She vanished like oblivion.
Ray's thoughts were interrupted when he felt Trixie's hand in his manhood under the blanket. "Ohh!" she gave him a wowed eye and giggled. "Seems looking for a fight again."
Before he could answer, Trixie leaned over him and kissed him passionately on the lips. They both fell asleep after having sex incessantly last night, and both did not even have clothes on their bodies, and only a blanket covered them. Moments later, Trixie pulled the blanket away and threw it on the floor.
Ray did not know if Trixie was kissing him or trying to eat his lips. Trixie's healthy melons were pressed and pressed against his chest. He wanted to push Trixie away, to opposed that he was not in the mood to have sex. But how? He can't deny since his shaft was upright. Soon, he felt Trixie's hand on his manhood again. She moved her hand up and down on Ray's manhood. She strokes it for a while before putting it in on her vulva. He moaned softly as his manhood penetrated Trixie's private part. In a few minutes, she went next up and down on his surface. At the same time, Ray moaned softly when he felt Trixie did a muscle control on his shaft. Comparing the two of them, mostly Ray was the one to get tired easily and gave up when it comes to sex. Trixie didn't mind if he was just lying on the bed as if he was about to be knocked down, like what he was doing in those moments — he didn't even bother to touch her. What matters to Trixie that she was satisfied was that the most important, his manhood works — erected — and could fill her vulva with his libido. Trixie moaned softly until it began to get louder; louder, and louder at the same time she threw her head back along the long hair while you saw her white eyeball. Until her loudest moan became a cry along with her whole shivered body, and the creamy libido came out of her private part.
Trixie sighed and sank into Ray's chest as the tremor subsided before she raised her head, she kissed his chest with his two nipples. A few minutes later, Trixie untied herself and lay down next to him on the bed. "Isn't it much better in the actual having sex than just in a dream?" she looked at him seductively while biting her lower lip. "So, who was in your dream? Is it me?" she asked wistfully.
He did not answer immediately. He thought again of Angela because of Trixie's question.
Angela Reed was a writer of His Taking Control - and she wrote a dozen of erotic stories. One day when Ray first read the story from Angela Reed was the day, he became obsessed. And Six years ago, he was in his last year of college, when he had a new dormmate, Lester. After introducing themselves, Lester noticed on Ray's study table a book entitled His Taking Control by Angela Reed. Lester also became obsessed with stories by Angela Reed. When Angela stopped writing 2 years ago, he drove her out of his mind and moved on, unlike Lester. Lester left the country 2 years ago to live with his older brother Gilmore in California.
He owed his life to Lester, while Ray's father owed his life to Lester's mother. Lester rescued him from school bullies 10 years ago. While Ray's father, depressed when his wife - Rays' mother left with another man. His father was about to jump in a deep flowing river 8 years ago when Lester's mother saw him and stopped him. It would have been a massive tragedy and big news if his father's suicide had continued.
He backed to his senses that Trixie had left top of him when her mobile phone rang. She did not bother to wear underwear when she picked up the mobile phone on the table next to the bed. She glanced at him and motioned him to be quiet before standing a few steps away from the bed and answered the cellphone.
"Hi, honey," she cheerfully said. "Yup. I'm home." "Are you going to come over?" "Now?" "That would be great. I'll wait for you, okay?" "Bye, love you." and she hung up the phone, and she rushed picking up her clothes and undies on the floor and starting to get dressed. "I will go home now," she said as she glanced to Ray.
Ray needed not to ask if who called Trixie. It's Alex, her boyfriend. He rose and sit down on the side of the bed and watching her in a hurry to get dressed. "You are an ideal girlfriend," he teased her. She frowned and said, "I'm only here because I love you."
"If you love me, why you agreed to be the girlfriend of Alex?"
"I love him, too. But I love you more than him.", she replied. "If I feel that you already fall in love with me, not as your fuck buddy. That would be the time I will break up with him for us to have a label, me as your girlfriend and you, as my boyfriend."
"What if I will not fall for you?"
She shrugged down her shoulder and didn't answer the question.
