“Oh, yes. God,” she panted. “Alistair—”
“You going to come on my dick again, baby? Huh?”
She whined but nodded.
I felt my balls grow taut, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
I moved like a man starved—like I’d been waiting years for this one taste.
A soft, choked cry slipped past her lips—half disbelief, half need.
“Just take it, baby,” I whispered, rubbing her harder.
Her body fit beneath me like it belonged there. Like it had been made for me.
“A-Alistair,” she whimpered—then screamed it.
My name echoed through the office like a fucking victory chant.
Triumph, elation and the feel of her cunt milking my cock tipped me over the edge.
I grunted as my come shot out of me. Hot jets of come that I pushed deeper. My cock jerked inside her each time my come spurted out.
Yes. This was the one.
I slowed my fingers, gently massaging her clit while rocking my hips against her, pushing my seed as deep as possible.
I kissed her damp neck, letting my lips linger.
“My good girl,” I murmured. “A fucking plus.”
She sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose, then leaned back against me.
“Now,” I said, toying lazily with her nipple, “we need to talk about that cat.”
“Dottie’s a stray we took in,” she mumbled.
I pinched her nipple in warning.
“She can stay, rent-free, if we come to an arrangement,” I murmured, brushing my lips along her neck.
“How about this,” she murmured, voice thick with challenge. “You cut my rent—”
She tilted her head, lips brushing mine.
“And you can do whatever you want with me.”
“Anything?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Done.”
I thought of her abysmal diet and shook my head.
“Not a discounted rent. Zero rent.”
“What?” she squeaked.
