“Oh God, Whit. I don’t think I can.”
“Yes. Yes, you can. Concentrate,” I grate out.
In profile, her gaze seems to turn inward, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as I continue to fuck her, slow and steadily.
“That’s it, good girl. I knew you could do it.” God, that fucking blush will be the end of me. “But can you do it like this?” Reaching for the clitoral vibe she’s just cleaned, I flick it on, and cradling it in my palm, I press it between her legs.
“Fuck!” she cries, crumpling the paper as she almost collapses under me.
I actually laugh out loud, the sound breaking free from my chest with absolutely pure fucking delight. “So that’s what it takes to get you to curse?” I drive myself inside her again. “Fucking technology.”
“L… l… literally?”
“Clitorally,” I amend, slipping the softly pointed end deeper.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!”
“No coming. Not until I say so.”
“Can’t… fuck! Sh… shiver my timbers!”
I laugh again. Laugh and fuck and pressure her joyously. This is the best way ever to spend a weekday afternoon. Of course, as though the thought summons reality, her phone dances across the desk. As name flashes up on screen, an evil thought skitters from my brain. Reaching out, I accept the call and flick it to loudspeaker.
“No!” Amelia whines, dropping her head.
“Mimi?” Brin’s voice drifts out from the speaker. “Are you okay?”
“I’m f-ffinnne.” Her answer stutters with my thrusts.I’ll say she is.“I just dropped something.”
“Yeah,” I whisper in her ear. “The f-bomb.”
“Oh, okay,” Brin answers. “I’m just calling to apologize for not turning up on Monday.”
Monday? What Monday? Using my middle finger, I press the clit vibrator hard against her and give another flex of my hips.
“Are you still there?”
“Mm-hmm.” The noise carries, despite how she seems to be biting her forearm.
“I meant for coffee. I was going to take you for one of those cakes, remember?”
The hostility drops out of me because I’ve already beat him to it. I’ve beat him toallthe things.
“I remember,” she squeaks. “No worries. That’s okay. Sorry, I have to go now. I’m kind of in the middle of somethingbig!”
“Yeah, you are,” I assert as her finger ends the call. “You’re such agoodgirl.”
“Can I? Please,” she begs desperately.
“Come for me, sexy little secretary.”
With that, she arches her back and very thoroughly begins to milk my cock for all it’s worth.
Turns out, it’s not worth much more as white heat barrels down my spine. I give a strangled moan that sounds like her name that heat jets from my cock. It’s a good thing my brain and mouth are uncoordinated as I pitch forward and almost collapse on top of her because all I can think ismine.
She’s mine. All mine. She just doesn’t know it.
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