Her cunt was squeezing his dick so tight. He could barely catch his breath.
Fucking perfect.
Tangling his fist into Catherine’s hair, Cross forced her head to the side to give him access to her neck. Her delicate collarbones and straining tendons called out to him. He tasted her skin under his tongue, and bit her when she asked for more.
“Come,” he told her, his next thrust taking her harder. “Come on my dick, Catty. Get me wet with that honey, babe.”
His next thrust knocked a certificate off the wall.
He wished he cared.
Right now, he wanted two things.
Catherine’s cum on his dick.
And to empty his balls.
That was it.
He wasn’t asking for much.
“Holy shit,” Catherine mumbled.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders through his suit jacket. Her body stiffened as her inner muscles clamped down around him, and she finally let go.
She clenched her teeth and whined her way through the orgasm while he fucked his way to his own bliss. He only slowed when the tension released from his spine, and held her tight to his cock against the wall until he had fully emptied into her pussy.
He barely took a breath before a knock echoed from outside the office door.
“Fuck,” Cross grunted, and then over his shoulder, “in a damn second.”
“Boss, I need to talk to you.”
Zeke?
Cross had assumed it was the manager he kicked out earlier, but apparently not.
How long had they been back here?
Catherine blinked at him through lazy lashes, looking happily fucked and fine right where she was. “That was … I needed that.”
“Figured.”
Stepping back, he let her drop to the floor. Cross pulled her panties out of his pocket, and handed them over.
“I’m going to be dripping with you for the rest of the night.”
He considered that for a moment.
“I like that just fine, Catty.”
“Of course you do.”
Reaching over, Cross wiped away the smear of her lipstick with the pad of his thumb. With a sexy little grin, Catherine sucked the tip of his thumb in between her lips, and winked at him.
Another knock echoed.
“Cross, seriously, man!”