“I knew you were gonna be a bossy little thing.” The green flag drops and we’re off to the races. Corrin drops his pelvis into mine, sinking root deep in one go, and I lose all track of my faculties. His massive cock fills me over and over again, base to tip, and the pace is torture . . . but in a send me to heaven, I’m dying from pleasure kind of way.
“Is this what you wanted?” Corrin grunts at every thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
The flutters start way down low in my belly. The heat begins to build and creep higher with every push his cock presses against my cervix. He’s so deep I can feel every ridge, every vein, every inch.
“That’s it.” Corrin presses his right hand flat down on my abdomen, then wiggles his thumb over my clit.
“Oh, my God!” I cry out as he feels even deeper. I didn’t know it was possible.
“Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” I cry out, tears running down my cheeks now. “Please. More.”
“Every inch,” he orders. “You’re taking every inch.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. Saylor. Fuck.”
Oh, God. I don’t know how much more my body can take. Or give. I don’t think I have much more left in me.
“Look at you taking my cock like a good little girl.”
His words wreck me over and over again. How can a stranger, someone who I only know by name and a few minutes of a safe sex conversation, control my body this way? But he does! From first glance I knew there was something about him that was different, something alluring, I just had no idea it would be this life altering.
“I’m . . . so . . . close.” I pant and try to speak a full sentence, but fail miserably.
“You gonna come for me?” Corrin lifts my butt off the table by my hips, leaving me balancing on my shoulders. I scramble to grip the edge with my fingers to help keep myself grounded even just a little bit.
“Please.” I keep begging over and over again. “Yes. Please. Yes. Please.”
“Give it to me then. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make your pussy feel.”
Yesis all I can think. All I can do is nod as every nerve ending in my body tightens, then explodes. Colorful lights, like out in the club, dance and flash behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut. My orgasm takes over my body and I fall into the pleasure as it overtakes me from head to toe.
“Fuck yes!” I hear Corrin shout out as he slides his hands up my back to lift my body and pull my chest into his.
I roll my neck, pressing my face into his shoulder, and scream louder than I knew my voice could go. “FUUUUUUUCK!!” The new position sends me into a second instant orgasm and I feel like I’m floating above my own body.
I feel the heat and pulses as Corrin hits his climax at the same time I do. He groan is so deep as he releases, his chest rumbles and sends shakes and shivers through mine.
“Oh, honey.” Corrin gently sets my butt back on the table again, this time with his hands cushioning me from the metal. “If you think I'm going to let you walk away from me now, I’ve got a lot to teach you about how things are going to go between us.”
CHAPTER SIX
CORRIN
Bringing Saylor back to my apartment may be a bit of a risk in some people's opinions, but it is one I am more than willing to take.
I have lived above the garage at Fergus and Nola’s since I was twenty-one, ever since the day I was promoted up to the big leagues and put in charge of watching Fergus’s back. I’m thirty-four now, so it has been just over thirteen years here and it is where I feel most comfortable and able to relax a bit and be the version of myself that many others don’t get to see.
Other than my mother, Fergus’s eighty something year old Nana Máire, and his fiancée Nola, there has been no other woman up here in my entire tenure. Saylor is a first for me in my space, and I have every thought at the moment to think that she will be the last and only as well.
When she applied at FOUR, I know that multiple rigorous background checks were run on her, otherwise she would not have been offered the job. And the reason I know how detailed those background checks go, is because I helped our IT guys set up the search questions and protocols for what to search for. In the business we are in, and the not so legal activities and people we deal with on a daily basis, the family needs to know each and every thing about all of its employees—down to every dirty nook and cranny they can find.
I know Saylor has nothing to hide that would harm me or my boss’s family, so she’s okay to bring here to his home, but I still need to know all the details no paper trail can dig up. I want to know her from the inside out.
Handing her a glass of wine, then kicking back on the couch next to her, I pull Saylor’s feet over my lap and settle in for a chat. I would love to be lounged back with her in my bed for this talk,but I don’t want her to think that sex is all I see us being to each other. A non-horizontal space is what we both need right now.
