He pulls my hair back, and instead of letting him push his shaft inside, I close my mouth tightly over his tip and suck, tasting the sharp hint of precum.
My naughty boss clears his throat.
Coils tighten low in my belly, my orgasm building with the sound.
Mr. Carlson hunches forward slightly, and his fingers tighten in my hair, my roots burning as he fights me for control.
Even though his eyes are on the screen, his chin is tilted down, his attention on me. His head moves from side to side in a slow, barely noticeable shake.
I give in to the bratty side that likes to provoke him, slide my mouth down his entire length, and swallow.
His jaw clenches and his fist tugs at my hair in warning. I grin as much as I can with my mouth stuffed full.
His breathing is louder, his restraint quickly cracking. I’m about to make Parker “Grumpy” Carlson, ruthless corporate litigator, lose control.
I suck and swallow.
“Fuuck.” He grips the back of my head and pushes until my throat is stuffed full and I’m close to gagging. He pulls me off his cock by my hair, but the pain only heightens the need coiling in my belly.
“Is this what you want?” He slams his dick into my throat again.“Do you want to feel my balls slapping against your chin? Do you want to taste my cum?”
My eyes roll upward, my pussy throbs, the ache now painful.
I nod.
I want his cum on my tongue, my face, dripping from my pussy.
I can’t hear voices on the conference call anymore, but I can hear colleagues talking and walking outside of this office.
This scene we’re living in real life is hotter than any in a book.
“Open.” He growls, making my panties flood with sticky heat.
I open my mouth and release his cock.
He tucks his hands beneath my arms, lifts me to my feet, and spins me to face the table. His palms run up my hips and across my belly. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
His dirty words and filthy tone hit me low in the belly, ratcheting up the tension already building. I rock against him. “Maybe you should spank me for being a naughty girl?”
“Don’t tempt me.” He growls. “I’d like nothing more than to see your ass turn pink for being a brat and trying to make me blow while talking to clients.”
He squeezes one ass cheek hard to emphasize his point. “But right now, I need you to be a goodgirl and put your hands on the table.”
He runs one palm up my hip to the middle of my back and pushes.
I follow his lead and flatten my palms on the table.
“This is crazy.” His hands run over my ass and up to my waist. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
You do the same to me.
He tugs at the zipper on my back, shoves my dress down my shoulders, and then finds my breasts. He squeezes and kneads, pinching my nipples and causing a symphony of explosions to ricochet throughout my body.
A shudder rips through me, and I can already tell that coming in my boss’s office where anyone can hear will be a problem. As though reading my mind, he covers my mouth with one hand and shoves my dress up to my waist with the other.
Fingers curl inside my panties, tugging them to the side, and then he is there, hot and hard at my entrance.
“Don’t moan too loudly.” He growls in my ear.
