“Take it you didn’t enjoy your encounter with the infamous Pandora?” He chuckles.
“She’s awful.” Heading towards his drinks cabinet, I reach for a glass and whatever's in the closest bottle.
“Whooa, hey…this is the second time, today, that you're forgetting the condition you might be in.” He takes the glass out of my hand. “Why don’t we come up with another way for you torelax?” Leading me over to the chair opposite his desk, he sits me down and starts kneading my shoulders.
“I’ve heard Pandora has a certain way about her, but she’s the best. People would talk if you didn’t use her, and we have to keep all this convincing.” The pressure he uses is perfect; it actually does start to relieve my tension. “I’ll speak to Cecelia and remind her that she won’t be needed with any plans for the wedding,” he whispers, his lips pressing softly against the skin on my neck and softening me completely.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, slipping his hand from my neck, between the valley of my tits, over my stomach, and into the waist of my skirt. I do as he says, allowing him better access, and when I feel his middle finger delicately slide between my pussy lips, I hold on tight to the armrests of my chair.
“Now is not the time for you to be stressed. You have to stay calm and focused.” He strokes the tip of his nose along the arch of my neck, then kisses me just below the ear. “Calm and focused,” he repeats as his finger teases and makes my clit pulse.
“I need you to make me a baby, pretty girl. Allyouhave to worry about is taking my cum; clenching it in this tight, little pussy, and making me an heir. Can you do that for me?” His voice sounds so condescending, but I find it soothing and comforting at the same time.
“Yes,” I whisper, desperate to have him kiss between my legs again. I will never forget the way he used his tongue on me that first night I came here.
“Good girl.” He kisses my cheek, then, as if he can read my mind, he moves around my body, drops to his knees, and raises the front of my skirt up around my waist.
“Let’s get this pussy nice and relaxed.” Lowering his head, he takes a slow, drawn-out lick through my slit, making me tremble. “You have no idea how much I’m enjoying knocking you up, Gracie.” He smirks before repeating the action andmaking me lose a little more control. “Knowing I’m going to make this tight, little tummy big and round.” He kisses my abdomen, and for some reason, his words make my pussy clench.
“You are going to be the most insatiable, irritable pregnant woman that ever existed.” He laughs, kissing me there again. “And, of course, the most beautiful,” he adds before I have a chance to get mad at him.
His mouth moves back to my pussy; those long, soft strokes of his tongue edging me closer and closer to what will be my fourth orgasm of the day.
“I swear I can fucking smell that you're ready to be bred,” he growls deeply, gripping the fabric of my skirt. “Come on my tongue, pretty girl; let me fucking taste how ready you are, too.” His words push me over the edge, and I dig my nails into the wooden armrests as I do exactly what he wants.
“Fuck.” He moves fast and unexpectedly, lifting me from the chair and slamming me on his desk in one fluid motion. He kisses me as he rips at his belt, releases his cock, then wraps his arm around my hips and lifts me onto his shaft.
“Knowing your body is fertile is making me fucking crazy,” he admits, giving me every inch of him in one deep thrust. “You taste different. You taste…sweeter,” he whispers against my lips as he pounds into me. “These past few days, all I can think about is fucking breeding you. What’s wrong with me?” He frowns, stopping to stare at me as if I hold all the answers.
“I guess, you're just a man who knows what he wants.” I curl my toes as I feel myself building again. I like it when Jack drops his guard and offers me some honesty.
“You take me so well, Gracie; this pussy was made for me.” He looks between us and spits sharply at my clit, using his fingers to massage it against my sensitive flesh.
“Mine. All fucking mine. Let me feel you come again.” His rough voice triggers me, and this time, I drag him to my lips, kissing him to stop myself from screaming.
He bites my bottom lip and fists my hair as one final thrust has him finishing, too.
“You feel that?” he asks breathlessly, smiling as his cock throbs inside me.
“I feel it.” I nod back.
“Squeeze every last fucking drop, like a good girl,” he growls, pressing his forehead into mine while he catches his breath. I do as he says, tightening my core and hearing him growl.
“Good girl, clench me tight, make sure all that cum gets good and deep.” He strokes my cheek affectionately with his fingertips, then, gripping my chin, fills my mouth with his tongue.
“There's no better feeling than feeling you get bred, Gracie girl,” he admits, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips, and with his cock still inside me, he walks around his desk so he can sit in his chair with my body straddling his.
“What are you doing?” I giggle as he pulls his laptop closer and starts typing in his password.
“I have businesses to run and a wedding to plan.” He smiles, before sliding a strand of hair from my face and kissing me softly.
“And you expect me to sit here on your cock while you do that?” I look at him as if he’s lost his mind.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m very comfortable.” He glances down to where we’re joined, then raises his eyebrow as he looks back up.
“I must be fucking crazy.” I shake my head and laugh at myself. The things this man manages to convince me to do are unbelievable.
“I don’t know about crazy, but you're sure as hell going to be pregnant.” He kisses me again, then, tucking my head into the crook of his neck, he strokes my back while he gets on with his work.
