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Her breath catches at that, and I curl my finger around the thin panel of her thong, run my knuckle along her slit. “Is that what it is, baby? Are you my little switch?”
“Just like you,” she breathes.
“Like all of us.” I run my fingertip along her clit, drawing a whine from deep inside her chest. “We’re perfect for each other.” I dip my first knuckle into her opening, watch her hips gyrate. “Dominant and submissive, all willing and eager to switch to pleasure and be pleasured.”
“Yes,” she whispers, drawing out the sound.
I wiggle my knuckle inside of her a bit more before pulling the thong over one of her ass cheeks and swirling my slick-coated digit around her puckered asshole, reveling in her mewls of pleasure. My free hand pushes my pants and boxers to the floor, my belt clanking lightly on the area rug below. When I grip my aching cock, I line up with her core, pushing myself inside of her without any more preamble, feeling her tight grip welcome me, slippery and snug. She whines against the blotter on my desk as I pull out and slide back in, coating my skin with her thick slick, getting myself lubricated.
When I push back inside of her, this time, nearly all the way, her whine becomes obscenely loud and the tip of my dick touches bottom, pressing against her cervix, making my entire body shudder. I pull out of her completely, hook one forearm under her thigh and lift her knee to my desk before plunging inside her tight ass without warning, the opening offering no resistance to my penetration with all the lubrication I’d gathered from her dripping pussy.
Here, I hiss with pleasure, the channel tight but bottomless, where I can fuck her hard and fast with abandon, not worry about hurting her if I fuck hard into her cervix.
Sin’s ass was made for me. For my cock. And I pound into her, reaching around to circle her clit as I fuck like a machine, not relenting, chasing my pleasure and hers, sliding my fingers into her pussy and fucking both her holes at once until that telltale tingle grows in my balls and at the base of my spine, my only warning before I come, roaring like a beast, unable to stop fucking her tight channel as she cries out, strangling my cock and fingers in her holes, calling my name, telling me to keep fucking her. So I don’t stop, increasing my pace and strength until she comes undone again, bringing me with her until I finally lock inside her ass with my knot.
Once we’ve both come down, my knot makes no move to deflate, but I help Sin upright where she can sit on my lap in my desk chair while we’re still joined.
I kiss her neck, taste her sweat. “I was supposed to teach you about the day-to-day in the office,” I muse.
Her responding snort is adorable. “Well, I definitely learned something.”
I’m afraid to ask. “Oh?”
She gives me an affirmative hum. “You’re an insatiable ass-man.”
I laugh against her shoulder.
“And you have the energy of a fucking machine.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Oh, it is,” she assures. “It most definitely is.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Garen
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, love?”
Sin’s expression is pure determination as she nods affirmatively.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity, for us, and for the paps. News outlets had been busy doing their damned best to capture photos of the four of us together whenever we’re out, headlines attempting to lure gossiping readers.
BLUE-HAIRED BEAUTY JOINS HELIX.
LONG LOST LOVE CHILD RESURFACES.
HELIX PRINCES FIND THEIR S&M PRINCESS.
That last one is a personal favorite of mine. Even clipped it and hung it in my office.
But Sin, being ever stubborn, has had enough of the paps digging and guessing, since their printed stories were usually wrong.
“All right. Let’s get on with it, then.”
I open the door for her, and Sin strides through it with strength and purpose, wearing an elegant pants suit in more muted colors than her usual choices. Today, she’s in gray and cream with golden pinstripes. And gods give me the strength to keep my hands to myself until we’re alone.
Cameras begin to flash like rapid-fire as she heads for the podium in the conference room on the ground floor of our office building.
