My breath catches in my throat, white-hot pleasure tingling through me, but then, he pulls back, moves his fingers from my pussy to my clit as he stands. Cursing in frustration I reach for him, grip his sides, and attempt to pull him closer.
He guides his dick between my legs, pressing the thick head into me, a slow slide that leaves me desperate for more. I pull harder and he falls forward, just managing to stop his forward momentum by bracing his hand on the table beside me.
Rocking backward, he bends his knees slightly for leverage, then cups my ass in both his hands, pulling me into the rut of his cock, plunging so deeply, pleasure borders on pain. My back arches off the table and one of his hands squeezes before sliding around, dipping along the crack of my ass until I feel the blunt tip of his finger at my back hole.
I freeze for a moment, torn between the slight feeling of depravity while also not wanting him to stop. Unable to find words I mutter, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
“I knew you were a dirty girl,” he responds, his finger pressing against my asshole rhythmically. “I can’t wait to fuck all your holes.”
Pressing my heels into the back of his thighs, my hips buck up, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. He doubles his efforts, grinding into me forcefully, his finger pressing against my asshole, a constant pressure while not truly penetrating, but it’s more than enough sensation for me. I’m too far gone.
My orgasm crashes over me, my breath a broken wheeze in my throat as I fight my urge to curse and thrash violently, not giving one single fuck of where we are in this moment.
He jerks against me roughly, his rhythm now gone, and he half crawls into the table in an effort to continue to fuck me senseless. His upper body falls over me, his lips crashing into mine, and then we’re feeding each other our moans and grunts, our breathless curses of rapture.
Slowly, he stops moving inside me, his hands moving from my ass so he’s braced on his forearms on either side me, preventing him from crushing me completely. Sweat glistens on his brow, and he swallows repeatedly, obviously working to catch his breath as he straightens his elbows, giving me a tad more space to breathe.
“Thought I was supposed to fuck you,” I ask breathlessly, looking up at him where he’s still braced over me.
A choked laugh falls from his lips, and the gaze he turns on me is warm amusement. “Well, let’s just say you brought out the animal in one of us.”
We manage a few moments of quiet camaraderie, but then he pulls away and a different kind of shiver runs over me. He helps me off the table, his hands firm on my hips as he gives me a moment to steady myself before releasing me and stepping back.
“I have one more addendum to our agreement,” he says as he rights his clothing. “Do I need to have it added officially, or can we make it a verbal agreement?”
Frowning, I stand rather jerkily, annoyed I allowed any sense of warmth to worm its way in when it comes to this asshole.Facing him, I lift a brow, refusing to respond otherwise, and after a moment he adds, “Skirts and dresses for you. And no underwear.”
“What?” I exclaim, even though I’m not nearly as outraged as I likely appear. Adjusting my underwear, I then smooth my skirt down my legs, making sure my expression is petulant as I continue, “You’ve got to be kidding.”
He gives me an assessing look then closes the short distance between us, his hand coming up between my legs, so he’s cupping my pussy. His middle finger digs in, pressing into the mess he just left there. “I would never joke about my seed running down your thighs.”
Legitimately shocked, I gape at him, but I don’t get time to come up with a clever response before he gives my pussy one last squeeze then turns and walks out.
Leaving me to manage my soaked underwear all on my own.
8
A SUITABLE PUNISHMENT
REN
Cassidy Logan is an enigma.
At one time, I remember her being shy and quiet. And I'm sure she made that initial shift into brazen, antagonistic hellcat back when I had my head shoved so far up my ass, I didn't even notice. And it's not that I didn't notice her. Even back when she was just Ms. Logan, the boss's teenage daughter, one would be a liar to say she wasn't attractive. And in my defense, when I first noticed she was at least 18, and also in my defense, even I knew that she was off-limits.
Kind of like marrying her in Vegas at 24 is probably off-limits.
Because now I don't give a fuck.
Being raised by a strong, independent woman, I don't take too kindly to the idea of men dictating to women what they can and cannot do. So, if this helps prevent Cassidy from having to live a life that she didn't choose, then I have no qualms.
And, of course, I get the team in exchange, so that's an extra bonus. My mind drifts to a week ago in Jack's conference room.I knew there was a chance I was pushing her too far, and I was counting on her stubbornness to force her hand. I was a bit shocked when she told me to eat her pussy right there on the table, forcing me to go balls to the wall with it.
Or, in this particular case, balls to the conference room table.
Not that I'm complaining, I may not be one to offer up control very often, but I can see why some people think it's a nice change from the norm. And it's quite likely I'll try it again, especially in those circumstances where I feel she'll be conflicted.
I also need her to understand that the free use clause goes both ways. From what I've heard from my teammates who have had pregnant wives, it's highly likely that, at some point, once she conceives, she'll be climbing me like a tree at every turn.
