Chapter 9
He’s just so… Never have I seen someone so ridiculously hot.
He stands and swipes the tip of his cock through my swollen lips as we stare at each other.
Then, without hesitation, he pushes forward and slides in to the hilt. “Ohhh…” My body ripples around his.
The air leaves my lungs at his size. “Good lord,” I moan.
Thankfully, all the stationery fucking has prepared me for this wide load.
Ouch… That smarts.
I’m grateful for my trusty vibrator right now. Well done, Bob.
All our intimate nights alone have paid off, if I hadn’t been fucking you all this time, I would have just been split in half.
He slowly pulls out and slams in hard.
Actually, I still might…ahhhh.
I’m completely at his mercy like this.
He slams into me again and the air is knocked from my lungs. It’s a wonder the desk doesn’t break. “Gabriel…” I whimper. “Easy…” Fucking hell.
“Sorry,” he mutters, distracted. He slows, and in a more measured and controlled way he slowly loosens me up.
With his hands gripping my hip bones, we fall into a rhythm. Strong, thick pumps and I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and hell…I can’t even see.
Oh fuck,” he moans, his breathing labored as he struggles for control, perspiration beads
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his brow. “So fucking good, Violet.” He pumps me hard. “So.” Ife pumps me again. cking.” Another deep pump. “Good.” The sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout
Looking up at him, doing that..is too much, and I explode headfirst into an orgasm as I cry
out loud.
His eyes roll back in his head and he really lets me have it, deep punishing hits, and then he holds himself deep and lets out a guttural moan.
We pant, trying to get precious air into our lungs. Both red and puffing, covered in perspiration.
He moves slowly to completely empty himself into me and then he pulls out. His chest rises. and falls, and his eyebrows shoot up as if surprised.
“Well…”
I giggle. “Well…”
He takes my hand and pulls me up to a seated position and then cups my face and kisses me, soft and tender. His lips lingering over mine.
Oh…
“I’ve been wanting to do that for seven years.” He smiles against my lips.
“And now that you have?” I whisper.
“I’m glad I didn’t, we would never have gotten any work done.” He grabs my sex and tugs it. “Having this perfect pussy in my office would have been a major distraction.” He turns and picks up my dress.
I giggle, feeling relieved.
Perfect pussy.
“Get dressed.” He kisses me quickly before collecting my clothes and passing them over.
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hapter 9
I’m a hot mess, I need to use the bathroom.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he opens his bathroom door. “Okay.”
Okay? I walk past him into the bathroom and he closes the door behind me.
Oh…
He’s not coming in, then?
I clean myself up and quickly dress, and then I stare at my flushed reflection in the mirror and smile goofily.
“Oh my fucking god,” I mouth to myself.
“I know,” I mouth back.
I walk back out into his office to see him completely dressed in his suit, looking completely calm and unaffected. “We should get back to the party.”
Oh…
“Okay.”
He pushes the hair back from my face as he stares down at me. “You were incredible.”
Were is all I hear.
He walks to his desk and takes a small, long black box with a black silk ribbon and passes it
over to me. “Your Christmas present.” I smile. “Thank you.” I go to undo the ribbon.
“Open it later, it’s a pen. Nothing exciting.”
“Oh.” I smile, feeling embarrassed. “I got you something too.” I walk out to my desk and take gut the oversized parcel.
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