The moment that blasphemous shirt hits the floor, I bend her over until she’s bracing herself on her desk. Each hand planted on either side of her keyboard. I unsnap her bra and watch it slide down her arms until she flings it across the room. I grab a handful of tit while trapping her sensitive nipple between my fingers. Heaven moans and bucks her now naked ass against my clothed dick.
This is more like it.
I stick my knee between her legs. “Open wider, baby,” I command as I slam two fingers inside of her, loving the sucking sound her pussy makes as it swallows my digits. Her stance widens a little more with each thrust. I make quick work of releasing my dick. Having her watch wasn’t enough; it just made my need to fuck her worse.
My grunt is somewhere between relief and pain from too much pleasure when I sink into her hot pussy. Pulling out, I rub my head along her puffy lips until she bucks and whimpers. Her movements awaken her computer. Looks like it’s not password locked.
“Axel...,” she begs.
“You want me back inside?” I ask with a little pressure from my tip.
“Yes, please.”
The way her voice breaks as she begs pulls out everything that’s primal and possessive within me. My grip spreads her ass cheeks as I drive into her rough and unrelenting. I want to carve my print into her walls so no other dick will feel right. The possessiveness I feel would be surprising if I weren’t aware that everything about us has been different from the first day.
“Fuck, Axel.” Her aroused sigh is so motivating I opt to keep the same intensity.
Heaven’s hand knocks the keyboard and the screen opens to the last page she used. I’m not surprised it’s one of her social media pages.
“You’re supposed to lock your computer.” I collect a fistful of hair and pull her head back. Continuing to feed her my dick, I lean in to trap her back to my chest. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you like. What if I hit the live button? How would you feel about your followers watching you take my dick?” Heaven whimpers as her walls squeeze me just the way I like. “Fuck, I love the way your pussy massages my dick. Should we let the world see how hard I can make you cum?”
I’m so addicted to the sounds she makes when she’s about to cum that they pull my release out of me. I keep going, putting my hot seed inside her spasming pussy. I grab her through what’s left of her pants, pressing my finger on her throbbing clit and tug at her sensitive nipple with my other hand as she learns how to breathe again.
My phone goes off, signaling it’s almost time for me to leave. Withdrawing, I spread her and watch my seed gush out of her pussy and coat her thighs. A satisfied hum vibrates my throat as I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.
“You know I hate quickies, but this one was so damn satisfying.” I turn Heaven to me and take a long slow kiss as I squeeze her bare ass. A mixture of our cum wets my fingers. I want to go again but pull away, instead. “I have a meeting. You can tell Keri and Latoya we’re here, but keep a low profile until after tomorrow.”
Her brows knit and her fingers dig into my shirt the way it does when she doesn’t want me to go but know she can’t ask me to stay.
“Okay,” she agrees, although her eyes are filled with questions.
“I’ll be back, I don’t expect this meeting to take long.”
I really don’t. It shouldn’t take long at all to get Dre fired.
* * *
Beau meetsme outside the news station where we’re escorted to the producer’s office and offered drinks and other things we don’t want. One of the perks of knowing Beau is that he doesn’t have any ties keeping him from last-minute trips. But, the reason why he doesn’t have any ties is heartbreaking. Beau’s brown-haired head is bowed as he reads over some emails as we await the producer. His wedding ring shines in the light as he absently twists it around his finger with his thumb. I’ll never forget the devastation on his face at her funeral. It’s been a few years since she passed, but Beau still holds on to Sarah as if she’s still with us.
“Beau?”
His green eyes connect with mine as he rubs his low-trimmed beard.
“Not now, Axel.”
He hates when I try to check in on him. To this day, he doesn’t want to talk about his loss.
“Later.”
Beau doesn’t respond because a tall, thin, and buttoned up woman enters the room to shake our hands. I expected a man, but It's not due to sexism, I just hadn’t met a female ‘Dorian’ until now.
“Dorian Shein?” I question as we return to our seats.
“That’s me.” she confirms. “What brings us to this urgent meeting?”
“Dre Skinner,” I answer to the point. “He needs to go.”
Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “Um...may I ask why.”
