She lets out a whimper—one that shoots straight to my spine.
“Open,” I say.
She obeys—like the perfect employee she is, and I feed myself into her slowly, watching as her lips stretch around me, her tongue flattening obediently. I don’t go deep. Not yet.
I want to watch her. Feel every inch of her giving into me again.
“Fucking Christ.. look at you. So fucking eager to suck my cock.”
She moans low, vibrating against me.
My hand tightens in her hair. “Good girl. Take more.”
I guide her deeper, just a little at a time, until she’s gagging softly and her eyes are watering—beautiful, ruined, and perfect.
"Fuck that feels so good,” I hum. “on your knees, gagging on my cock. You want to drive me crazy, don’t you?”
She whimpers again, fingers digging into my thighs, and I give her a moment—let her breathe, praise her for taking it so well—before I finally start to move.
The first thrusts are shallow—measured control, and all the while, Emma is the perfect receptor. If I thought I was fucked when it comes to conference and break rooms, I was wrong. So wrong.
Because there’s nothing sexier than watching Emma’s cheeks hollow out as I pump my hips, the sight of my cock reappearing and disappearing down her slender throat as I fuck her mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, picking up pace, too close to the edge of coming. “That's it. Use your tongue, this cocks been begging for you.”
Emma whimpers around my cock, but I forced myself to ease out before I explode right here, breath ragged.
I smile, hand still curled in her hair. “Is that little pussy ready for me, sweetheart?” I say darkly, “You going to let me fuck that too, baby?”
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, chest heaving, golden eyes glazed.
“Yes,” shewhispers. “Please.”
The “please” is all I need. I pull her up in one smooth motion, and lift her into my arms, shifting her over my shoulder.
With a surprised yelp, she half gasps-half laughs as I stalk towards the California King bed.
There, I deposit her on the expensively silky sheets where she bounces lightly on the mattress, dark brown hair fanning around her, her cheekbones rosy and flushed.
Even under nothing but moonlight, I can see Emma’s full lips are swollen, tonight’s burgundy dress still clinging to her like a second skin.
And God almighty, this girl is a fucking vision.
My undoing.
“Very romantic,” she murmurs, breathless.
“I’ll show you romantic later,” I rasp, undoing the last of my shirt buttons and tossing it aside. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Her pupils darken as she licks her bee-stung lips “Promise?”
“Sweetheart, that wasn’t a promise.” I kick my pants and boxers across the room in one motion, cock fully erect, glistening from her mouth. “That was a warning.”
I stalk toward the bed while she props herself up on her elbows, watching me as I reach for the zipper on the side of her dress.
“Condom—” I manage, but she shakes her head, gaze on me.
“Birth control is covered." she pauses. "Have you been with anyone since—“
