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Mr. Turner puts out this air of restrained violence, one I am very familiar with, and it makes me excited. I’m not sure if my adrenaline is running because I’m gearing up for a fight, or if it’s because I want to fuck. I kind of feel a little gross that this perv gets me excited. It’s never happened before, but maybe it’s just the thought that after this, we’ll have him hook, line, and sinker. I get to my feet and go around to his side of the desk, placing myself directly in front of him, my head bowed in submission.
“What do you want from me, sir?” I ask, and he pats his knee.
“Peel your panties down, sit on my lap, and tell me what a good girl you can be.” His voice is all growly, and I can see his erection straining against his dress pants. Swallowing down my own groan at how big it looks, I go to toe off my boots, but he holds up a hand. “Leave them on,” he orders, so I do, and I slide my panties down and over them, discarding them on the floor.
I quickly straddle his lap, my chest pressed to his. Still looking down, I feel his breath stir my hair.
“Good girl,” he praises in his growly voice, and a shiver runs down my spine.
I take a deep breath, inhaling Max’s scent, and just about swoon. He smells like sex and decadence, and I involuntarily grind myself into his erection. He stiffens slightly like he’s surprised by my reaction.
“Lift that skirt a little bit so I can see that pretty pink pussy. Is it wet for me?” he demands, and I do as he asks, still not looking at him. “That’s a good girl,” he praises and quickly spins his chair so that the high back is to the camera, blocking us from its view. “Oh yes, look at how wet you are, how it glistens for me. I would love to run my tongue through that mess. Why don’t you take my cock out and slide it through there for me?” he continues, seducing me with his words, and I am so here for this despite everything.
Fuck, maybe I’ve been doing this too long and it’s time I got out, because this mark is causing me to become such a mess.
I do as he asks, the zipper loud in the quiet room apart from our ragged breathing. I’m concentrating so hard on what I’m doing that I startle when his hand stops mine, and he lifts my chin with his other hand. Gone is the seductive dom, and in his place is someone who looks rather uncomfortable.
“Can you make it look like we’re fucking?” he whispers quietly so the sound doesn’t carry to the camera. “Make it loud and active, and they will never know the difference.”
“So you don’t really want me to fuck you?” I ask, feeling incredibly disappointed and confused.
He smiles wryly. “Believe me, if we ever fuck, it won’t be because a perverted fucking asshole wants to know if you will put out or not,” he growls into my ear, and I do a double take. “But I need to prove my dedication to their cause.”
“Team Basilisk?” I ask.
He nods before loudly saying, “That’s it, bounce up and down on my cock and show me what a good girl you can be.” Our eyes are locked, but I run my tongue along my lips, and his gaze shifts to follow the movement.
“Oh, sir, your cock is so big and thick, I’m not sure if I will be able to,” I say loudly and wink at him.
He rolls his eyes but nods his encouragement. This is so weird. I’ve never actually had to pretend before, I always just did it, so I shuffle around like I’m trying to slide my pussy down his cock, faking my moans and groans.
“I’m not sure if I can take any more,” I protest loudly.
“You can and you will, let me help.” He shoves me back down onto his lap like he’s shoving me onto his cock, and I howl like he hurt me. I’m sure the people behind the camera are getting off on the idea that it caused me pain.
I fake sob. “Oh my god, it’s too much.”
“Oh yeah, your pussy is so tight wrapped around my dick. Now start moving. I want you to ride me and milk my cock until I fill you with my cum.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I grind against him, moaning and panting while he continues to encourage me. His filthy words combined with my own movements do some very nice things to my body.
“Pull that shirt up and show me those titties,” he commands, and I stop, raising an eyebrow and silently asking if he really wants me to.
“They actually can’t see your chest with the chair turned, they can just see general movements,” he whispers, so I drop my hands from his shoulders and cup my boobs over my shirt before continuing my grinding movements, but it’s not long before I’m not even faking the sounds.
Mr. Maxwell’s cock is long and thick, and I don’t have any panties on, so it rubs against my clit in just the right spot. Thank God his slacks are black so that no one can see the wet patch I’m leaving behind. I wonder if he can feel what he’s doing to me.
The orgasm builds quickly inside of me, and I throw my head back and ride the wave of pleasure as it bursts over me. It’s not until I’m coming down from the intense feelings that I realize what I’ve done. My cheeks heat slightly, and I can’t even look at Mr. Turner.
I have never been so embarrassed before, not even the first time I had to sleep with someone to get the job done. I try to scramble off his lap, but he clamps his hands on my hips and doesn’t let me move.
“Well, watching you get off was hot as fuck, but now it’s my turn,” he growls, the heat in his eyes real as he bounces me on his lap, pretending to thrust up into me.
I grab his shoulders and hold on. I can feel his thick thighs tense and relax beneath mine with each movement, his hard dick rubbing against my sensitive clit, and I feel another orgasm start to build. My nipples are tight and achy, and I grab them to get some relief.
He’s muttering more dirty words and grunting and groaning like he is about to come too. Either he’s a fantastic actor and has experience at this, or he’s as turned on as I am and about to come in his pants. This just makes me feel even hornier. I’m dying to reach down into his slacks, pull his cock out, and slowly slide my pussy onto it. I want to feel it deep inside me to ease the ache that I’m going to have to take care of later.
I grit my teeth and make loud, enthusiastic noises, praising him for his skills as he mutters more dirty words to me. Suddenly, he lifts me up and shoves me down onto my knees. I grunt with the pain, my body still recovering from the beating his teammates gave me, as he grabs my hair and shoves my face into his crotch.
