“Let me come.” I hate that I can’t hide the desperation from my voice.
“Alright, Ms. Green.” He gives my clit a long suck, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I see stars.
I ride the high of my first orgasm, letting wave after wave of pleasure crash through me until my bones feel like jelly.
Afterward, Greyson rises to a stand, his stubble still wet from his feast.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Ms. Green, if it’s all right with you.”
I nod. “Please.”
He pushes some books off the desk and presses me onto my back. Then, he brings his cock to my core, notching his flared head at the entrance.
I whimper, more than a little scared that it’ll hurt.
“Damn, you’re everything I’d dreamed you would be,” he rasps.
He dreamt of me?
He swipes his cock up and down my seam, wetting the head. The sensations are so powerful; I grow dizzy, and just when I’m about to beg him to hurry, he surges forward, into me.
I feel a sharp, snapping pain and cry out. He pauses, and I flex my pussy, feeling relieved at the tingling of pleasure.
I buck up gently, and he pushes into me again, driving in so hard, my breasts bounce around my chest.
I try to cover them, but he grabs my wrists and pins them to my side.
“Never hide yourself from me again,” he growls, rutting into me with hard, savage strokes.
I nod, lost in the moment, chasing the rekindled pleasure that’s now stirring in rhythm with his thrusts.
It doesn’t take long until I’m coming again, and as I do, I feel Greyson’s thick cock spasming inside me.
And that’s when it hits me.
He didn’t wear a condom.
For some sick reason, I don’t care.
After what feels like a rollercoaster ride, the throb weakens, eventually ceasing. Greyson pulls out and falls back into his chair.
For a long moment, I remain on the desk, replaying in my head what just happened. When I come to my senses and startto slide off, Greyson stops me, grabbing a small broom to sweep away the glass shards.
“S-s-sorry about that,” he says, slurring his words.
It’s then that I remember he was halfway to being drunk.
I gather my clothes, but as I’m finishing buttoning up my shirt, Duke storms in.
“What the hell are you doing, Grey?” he shouts, pausing when he sees me. His jaw drops, his head tilting to the side.
I turn, finish getting dressed, and rush to rejoin the party.
For the next several hours, I tend to the event, avoiding Duke because he most certainly knows what happened between me and Grey, who doesn’t leave his office for the rest of the night.
It isn’t until morning that my job is complete. I’m able to return to my room, but before I do, I decide to meet with Greyson to clear the air.
As I approach his office, I see a petite woman in a purple dress exiting, turning before she leaves. I duck into the shadows and watch as Greyson approaches her.
