How is that even possible?
He places his forearms against the desk as he drops his weight on top of my body. I place my hands over his as an anchor.
Phoenix’s hot, labored breath tickles my skin, causing my pussy muscles to clench again.
I try to speak, but I can’t.
I can only focus on breathing.
For a few long beats, neither of us moves as the scent of raw and unbridled sex permeates in the office, filling my nostrils.
“I’m glad we never used condoms,” I say after a long while.
“Why’s that?”
“Feeling your cum shoot inside me is the hottest thing ever. Ditto for the way you grunt like a beast as you drive inside my pussy in punishing thrusts. The filthy sounds of your cock fucking my soaked pussy is so hedonistic. And, the sublime sensation of clenching hard against you, begging for more… God.”
He lets out a breathy little chuckle. “It’s amazing that hot-as-all-fuck rough sex gets you off like that.”
“Until you, I didn’t know those things turned me on,” I say. “I didn’t know I needed a man to take charge of all of me.”
Another long silence stretches between us.
“You were fucking made for me, kitten.”
I open my eyes. “I love you, Phoenix.” My brain is as foggy as my vision. That’s the only explanation for allowing that confession to escape from my lips.
No sooner do the words leave my mouth, I panic.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What have I done?
I needed to keep my big mouth shut.
He doesn’t say a word.
Oh, God.
This is horrible.
Things were going so well. I fucked everything up.
Sure, we’ve agreed to explore things deeper, but blurting out those words is the kiss of death. It’s not like I can take them back.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Long seconds stretch between us.
My anxiety grows to paralyzing proportions.
“I—I mean, I love the way you fuck me.” My pathetic attempt to save face is laughable.
In one swift movement, he pulls out of me, removes the butt plug from my ass, tosses it on the floor—where it lands near my destroyed thong—stands up, flips me over, and forces me to my feet. My skirt falls into place, hiding any signs of misbehaving. He yanks up his pants and boxer briefs before zipping and buckling up. His black shirt is still open and his hair is a beautiful tousled mess.
