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Dropping my hand from her neck, I rested my hands on her hips as I pulled them back to meet my thrusts.Her moans grew louder as she lay on the desk.I needed to cum in her pussy.. My cock practically begged to breed her.. Fucking use her until I was satisfied and to fill her up..
Slapping her ass a few times, I hummed as it began to turn a bright red. Almost as red as her face when she’s embarrassed. Leaning over, I placed another kiss on her shoulder.She was so adorable.
“You’re gonna let me cum in that little cunt?” I muttered in her ear, and she nodded quickly as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Uh-huh.” She uttered pathetically, and I placed my hands on her lower back and pushed her further into the desk as she arched even more for me. Feeling her slick wet cunt taking me in, I shuddered slightly as I came deep inside of her. Running my hands down her waist, she breathed in heavily as she tried to compose herself.
“Dinner with me.. Sunday night…” I muttered as I moved the hair that stuck to her sweaty face. She gave me a small smile as she spoke.
“Of course, sir..” She whispered, and I pushed my cock in deeper into her heat as she jolted from the sensation.
“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” I murmured as she nodded tiredly in response.
Omniscient
It was Sunday night, and Brielle was in her closet getting ready for her dinner with Killian. Brushing her hair in the mirror, she sighed as she thought to herself. It was hard for her to believe Killian had changed her life so quickly and abruptly.
Only a few months ago, her life was relatively simple, and she was working to make ends meet. Now.. her priorities had shifted. She worried less about her household appliances, bills, and managing her money and focused more on herself, Delilah, and the person who made it possible in the first place.
After she’d finished, she stepped out of the room and went downstairs to see Killian on the phone by the elevator. Dressed in his black Armani suit, with his hair slicked back, he paced back and forth as he swore into the phone. Walking over to him, he looked at her and bit his lip, giving her a quick head-to-toe glance. When she was close enough, he pulled her over to him and ended the phone call.
“Are you sure that phone call wasn’t important?” She asked, and he rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about my father’s secretary.”
“Well, what did he call about?” She questioned, fixing his tie, and he muttered as he watched her silently. “He was giving me a list of events I am to attend, and you want to know what the fucker actually said to me?”
“What did he say, Killian?” She asked, rubbing his shoulder, which was becoming less tense as she did.
“He told me I have a photoshoot scheduled a week after my charity event in London.. Can you believe his audacity?”
“Well, what is the photoshoot for?”
“It’s for the cover of my new magazine.” Brielle rolled her eyes as he was being utterly impossible as usual.
“Killian.. I want you to listen to me carefully.” She began, and he nodded his head as she continued. “Do you think that the reason your father scheduled this for you is that #1, it’s for your new magazine, and #2, it will give more publicity about you inheriting your father’s business and possibly make other higher investors want to do business with you?” He didn’t say anything in response, though after a moment, he spoke.
“Well, when you put it that way… it actually doesn’t sound terrible… So why the hell didn’t his secretary say that to me?”
“He probably was going to tell you that, but you decided to cut him off and not even give him a chance to say anything..” She answered, and again, he said nothing. Looking away from her, he glanced down at his watch.
“It’s already seven. George should be outside.” Brielle giggled at him as he completely dismissed the previous conversation and pressed the elevator button. Stepping in, the doors closed, and the elevator took them down to the lobby. When they opened again, the both of them stepped out and walked outside of the building.
George opened the door, and Brielle stepped in, with Killian following. Once they pulled off, Brielle looked over to Killian. “I anticipate the restaurant will be a rather expensive one tonight..”
Killian smirked as he grabbed her hand in his and placed a small kiss on her knuckles. “Per usual, my darling, you only deserve the best.” He muttered as she attempted to hide the blush that rose to her face.
Soon, they reached the restaurant and were escorted inside without delay. Killian pulled out Brielle’s chair, and she sat down, thanking him. Instead of being in a secluded area, they were now the center of attention, but as Brielle looked around discreetly to see if anyone was watching, she saw that no one even noticed them.
In fact, they were all too busy with whatever they were occupied with. In contrast to how she’d felt only a few months ago, she now felt like she had blended in. Killian took a seat across from her and noticed her skimming the room.
“We won’t be noticed much here. These people have too much money to worry about us.” Brielle nodded and looked back over to him as his eyes remained solely on her. The waiter walked over to take their orders, and after he stepped away, Killian leaned back in his seat while he kept his eyes on Brielle.
“Why are you staring at me?” Brielle asked.
His jaw clenched slightly as his fingers tapped the table’s edge.“I’m thinking of ways to bring up marriage once again without upsetting you.” Brielle felt her heart beat faster at his words as the vivid and graphic memories of him asking when she would be his wife a few nights ago in his office attempted to resurface, but she ignored it.
“…Killian, I thought we talked about this?” She muttered, and he took a sip of his drink before responding.
“Briefly.. We discussed the matter briefly. You never gave me a direct answer..”
