"Is this seat taken?"
Anna didn't bother to look up. He was the last person she wanted to see her like this.
"Go away Jake."
Anna sighed as Jake sat down. She should have known he wouldn't listen. He never did. But she wasn't in the mood to spar with him tonight. She just wanted to be alone.
"He isn't worth it." He finally said after a few minutes of silence. "You deserve better."
Anna stared down at her hand. Her fingers absently twisted the diamond on her finger. Today was her wedding day. And she had been stood up. Stuart never showed. Her father had kept the guests waiting for an hour and a half until his note arrived explaining his change of heart.
So, like any other bride who wanted to put on a brave face, she invited all the guests back to the hall and had a party. But now the hall was empty. And she was alone. Except for Jake.
"Why are you here Jake?" She asked, looking at him.
"Do you really have to ask."
"Yes. I do."
"I want you Anna. I always have."
Anna laughed.
"You had your chance Jake. I practically threw myself at you and you walked away. Why now?"
"Well, you were too young Anna. And I don't fuck virgins. I'm a rough lover. I take what I want and push the boundaries. You weren't ready back then."
Anna had heard the rumors about how Jake liked it. Women at her father's company were always willing to spread gossip. And their legs.
"And you think I'm ready now?"
"Yes."
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you now Jake?"
He smiled and leaned closer. His hot breath fanned her ear. She barely held back a shudder.
"Your nipples are straining against your dress. And I bet if I felt your pussy, it would be soaked for me. You want me Anna. You know it. And I know it."
Anna closed her eyes. His breath on her skin caused goose bumps. He was right, damn him. Her nipples were painfully erect, begging for his touch. And her panties were soaked. Her pussy throbbed with her need to have him between her legs. Eating her. Fucking her.
"Jake, I..."
"Don't like to me or yourself Anna." He warned, sitting back. "I want you too much to play fucking games."
When Jake had first joined the company, she had done everything she could to get him to notice her. But he had always remained aloof. She had all but given up hope until the night of the company Christmas party. Jake had asked for her help with dressing up as Santa. Anna had agreed and once inside his office, he had pinned her against the wall and captured her lips with his.
They had both been breathing heavy when Jake pulled away. Anna had offered herself to him then. Right there in his office. On his desk. On the floor. Basically, anywhere he wanted her. But Jake had sent her away. Humiliated and rejected, Anna had left and avoided him from then on.
Until tonight. It was the worst day of her life and Jake was there to witness it.
"I'm tired Jake. The last thing I want to go a round with you. I just want to go home."
"Great idea. I'll drive." He stood and helped her to her feet.
"Alone Jake. I want to be alone."
Jake turned her to face him. She had to tilt her head back to look at him. He towered over her 5'3" frame.
"I've waited along time for you Anna. I won't wait another hour to have you."
Just the thought of being in Jake's arms, having him fuck her all night, make her pussy cream even more. So what the she had been stood up on her wedding day. Supposedly the happiest day of her life. She was fucking miserable. And if Jake wanted to fuck her and make it all better, who the hell was she to stop him. She had wanted him for ever. She might not have had the fantasy wedding, but tonight she was going to have one hell of a wedding night.
"This doesn't mean anything Jake."
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that baby and maybe you'll believe it." Jake took her arm and left her from the room.
****
Jake drove quickly to his house. He had waited too damn long for her. He was done waiting. He needed her now. He had done as her father requested and stayed away from her. He brooded silently as she dated and got engaged to the asshole Stuart. But now she was his. He would finally stake his claim and fuck al thoughts of Stuart from her mind. And her heart. She belonged to him now.
He swung his pick-up into the driveway and cut the engine.
"This isn't my house Jake."
"Anna, get out of this truck before I paddle that sweet little ass of yours." He said calmly. Too calmly.
Anna knew better than to argue with him. She flung open the door and climbed out. He met her as she closed the door.
"That's a good girl." He said, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the house.
He opened the door and pulled her inside.
"Jake..."
He pulled her hard against him and took hungry possession of her mouth, effectively cutting off anything she was about to say. Anything he didn't particularly want to hear. Christ, she tasted sweet. His tongue swept inside her hot mouth and dueled with hers. Anna sighed into his mouth. He felt her body relax against him and she slid her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Jake fumbled with the row of tiny buttons at the back of her gown. Frustrated, he ripped them apart. Anna gasped as the cool air touched her heated skin.
"Sorry about the dress."
"Fuck the dress Jake."
Jake laughed. He slid the gown off her body. He stepped back to look at her. Magnificent and unashamed, she stood before him. She wore a white lace, strapless bra and matching thong set. White lace thigh-hi's and white stilettos heels. A blue garter wrapped around one thigh. He blond hair had been swept up into a lose bun on to of her head and her blue eyes were shiny with the tears she had shed. Damn that fuckhead Stuart.
"You're beautiful Anna." Jake said, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.
Anna stepped closer to help. She grabbed the sides of his shirt and pulled the material apart. Buttons flew in every direction.
"Oh, sorry about your shirt Jake."
"Fuck the shirt."
"No Jake. Fuck me."
