“Come,” I growl. “Come, come, come.”
“Yes, yes,” she pants. “Keep—saying—that.”
I pinch her clit.
“Come for me,” I snarl, just about able to push the words out. “Come on my dick. Come?—”
My vision whites as she pulsates around my cock, her eyes closing, then forces them open like she doesn’t want to miss this moment.
Come rushes from my shaft at the same time as her pussy squeezes my shaft. I collapse atop her, balls-deep, as wave after wave of release shoots out of me and into her.
Spent, I stumble back, needing to see, watching as my come seeps out of her red, raw hole. She sits up, looking dazed, a smile on her lips.
“Look at you,” I say, voice low and awed. “Fucking perfect. My come seeping out of you. Your body red from my touch. You’re so beautiful right now. So sexy.”
“Jack,” she whimpers, voice small, nodding at my crotch.
I look down. “I can’t help it,” I tell her, as my cock hardens again, still slick with her release. And mine. “But we should get back.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “We should. I’m too sore to go again.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” I tell her. “I’ve already taken enough. I swear, Dakota, I didn’t think our first time would be in some poor guy’s office.”
“I’m too sore forsexagain,” she murmurs.
Again, I think, I’m the luckiest bastard alive. She slides onto the floor, kneels in front of me, looking up at me with wide, excited eyes. She looks so confident, so in control.
“Are you going to make me beg you to put your dick in my mouth?”
I stumble forward, almost passing out from blood loss. When she wraps her hand around my base, I almost come all over her face, even though Ijustcame.
She brings her lips to my head, opens, and sucks my tip as she works my shaft with her hand. She keeps her eyes open, looking up at me, like she wants to see the power she has over me. I might be a billionaire, a CEO, but right now, she’s in charge.
She moves her head up and down, sucking more of me, her hand moving faster. I’m in heaven, staring down at pretty eyes, focusing on her tongue swirling around as her hand pumps furiously.
Then—a knock at the door. Heavy. Impatient.
“Jack?”
It’s Pete.
Fuck.
“You in there?”
I take a step back, my cock leaving Dakota’s mouth with a wetpopthat suddenly doesn’t feel sexy. It feels illicit. Wrong. She deserves so much better than this, so much more.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Dakota, seriously, I am. But you’re going to have to hide.”
She stands slowly, eyes glistening. But not with pleasure now.
What have I done?
“Uh, sure,” she murmurs, voice so low, even I struggle to hear.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper again.
Another knock.