“Will you please make me come, Sir?”
I smile at her. “Happily.”
She lays her head against my shoulder and relaxes against me. More relaxed than she’s been this entire time. I pump my fingersin and out of her, rubbing against her g-spot with each swipe. Olivia grips the arms of the chair and groans so loudly I’m sure if any of my staff were here, they would hear her.
I remove my fingers from her pussy, take her pussy lips between my thumb and forefinger, then begin massaging them again. She arches up and cries out, coming so hard she squirts. “Fuck, yes.” I groan into her neck. “So fucking beautiful.” I continue to massage her until I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure out of her.
When she collapses against my chest, breathing hard, she looks up at me with a goofy grin. I don’t think she realizes what she did and I’m not going to bring it to her attention. Not yet.
“That was amazing,” she says breathlessly.
“Yes it was.”
Chapter forty-four
Olivia
Ilay against Victor’s chest completely spent. My bones feel like jello and even though I can feel how hard Victor is, he doesn’t rush me to move and take care of him. I lift my head slightly to look at Victor, but his desk captures my attention. My eyebrows furrow. Did he have a drink, and I knocked it over? I don’t see a cup though.
“Sir?” He hums as he continues to run his fingers through my hair. “Did I knock over a drink?”
He pauses and exhales before sitting up slightly. “No, you didn’t.” I sit up and he doesn’t stop me as I motion to his desk. He folds his lips between his teeth.Is he trying to hide a smile?“You squirted,” he says.
I look from him back to the desk. “I did what?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he gently pushes me off his lap and I almost collapse with how weak my legs still feel. He grips me undermy arms and smirks at me. Before I can say anything, he puts his arms beneath my knees and lifts me, cradling me against his chest.
“Let’s go take a shower and I’ll explain,” he says. I nod in agreement because I do feel very sticky and sweaty. I also want to see him naked again. He carries me to his bathroom and places me on my feet. “Can you stand?” he asks before removing his hands from me.
“Yes.” He slowly removes his hands, making sure for himself, then walks to the shower and that’s when I notice how wet his pants are. “Did I do that?” I ask, pointing to his pants.
He looks down at his pants and grins as he grips himself. “You did.”
I give him areally?look. “I mean your pants.” As I put my hands on my hips, he throws his head back as he laughs.
“You did that too.”
Victor reaches into the shower and turns it on before turning to me to unbutton his shirt, revealing his glorious chest to me. I lick my lips and take a shaky breath. He shakes the shirt off and throws it in the laundry basket. When he begins unbuttoning his jeans, my breathing increases.
I did see him naked last weekend, but the only lighting in the room was the lamp. This time, there won’t be any shadows. He unzips his jeans and pushes them down his hips and pulls them off. Then he removes his socks, throwing them in the laundry basket as well. When his hands go to his boxer briefs, I stop breathing altogether.
He pushes them down in one fell swoop, and I take in his glorious body. From the art decorating his arms, to his chest defined by the long hours he spends doing construction and working out, to his narrowed waist, and down to his hard cock that’s leaking precum.
I’ve never seen anyone else’s dick besides Donovan’s, and I hated his. But Victor’s is beautiful. I step forward hesitantly, then look up at him with a questioning look.
“What do you want, treasure?” His voice is hoarse with need.
“I want to touch you, Sir.”
He smiles and takes a step forward. “I want you to touch me, but let’s get in the shower, then you can do whatever you’d like with me.” He grips my lingerie, but before pulling it off, he looks at me. “May I take it off?” He’s never seen me completely naked either, but oddly enough, I’m not nervous.
“Yes, Sir.”
Victor lifts it, and I raise my hands above my head, allowing him to pull it off. He takes a step back and takes me in the same way I did him. I feel the heat from my blush, but stand still, allowing him to look at me.
“You are a fucking sight, treasure. I want to create a pedestal for you in my office and sit you there just so I can stare at you all day.” My heart expands at his compliment. I don’t think he understands how much his words mean to me. He tilts his head toward the shower and extends his hand to me. “Come on.”
I get in the shower and he pulls me into his arms, putting us both directly under the spray of the shower. I suck in a breath as my breasts touch his chest and his cock presses against my skin. This is intimate. He doesn’t do anything, simply holds me as we stand beneath the warm water. He has a rain showerhead, so we both fit comfortably under it so neither of us gets cold.
I didn’t realize it would take us so long to get here, but I don’t regret a single moment with him. “Victor?” I catch myself. “I mean, Sir?” He runs his hand over my wet hair.
