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I reach up and grab a handful of her hair. I pull her back roughly, and she moves back against me easily. Her back presses against my chest, her spine rigid as her orgasm rips through her body. She freezes in place, her back arched, veins standing out in her neck. Her mouth is frozen open in a silent scream, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I pump into her again and again, and I reach around with my spare hand and roughly massage her clit. It’s swollen to twice its size, engorged with blood and lust. She finally sucks in a shuddering breath and lets it out in a cry that’s animalistic in its sound.
She cries out again and again. Her pussy is going wild, clenching and unclenching, squeezing me, pushing me closer to the edge. Her body goes slack, her head lolling back against my shoulder as her eyes slip closed. I pull almost all of the way out of her and slam back in. Her eyes fly open as I hit her cervix, and another cry is pulled from her lips.
I am almost there now, and I don’t give her any reprieve. I pump into her as I feel my climax building. My cock is on fire, so ready for release that it’s painful. My balls tingle, and I can feel the tingling sensation spreading out across my whole body.
My orgasm hits me hard. “Robin—baby—shit!” I roar. I feel my whole body tighten up as it pulls my muscles into a tight ball. I suck in a tortured breath and let it out in a shaky moan. The climax comes, and I spurt my warm seed into her. My cock twitches as another spurt comes, followed by another. I cling to Robin, holding her in place as I fill her up.
I relax as my orgasm begins to fade. Robin is slumped back against me, her head still on my shoulder. The only sound in the room is our panting for breath as we both come back down to earth.
When I get my breath back, I kiss her neck, and she shuffles slightly, turning her head toward me. She gives me a sated smile, her eyelids heavy.
“So … about that chicken …” she says.
I’ve been working the room for a little over an hour, and I’m already pissed off. Between the leerers and the bores, I’ve only managed to speak to one person even remotely interesting. And of course he wasn’t a potential client, he was an executive working for a rival company. Yes, he’s the competition, but it was nice to talk to someone on a human level for a moment instead of painting on a fake smile and kissing ass. It’s still pretty early yet though, and I’m hopeful that some of these big fish Colin hinted at will be making an appearance soon.
It probably doesn’t help my level of patience, or lack of it, that I am still tender from last night, but boy was it worth it. That was one hell of a night. I almost called Colin afterward to thank him for sending me away. I had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Denton is always a great lover, and just thinking about him turns me on, but last night, he was fucking epic.
Thinking of Denton sends a shiver through me and starts me throbbing between my legs. My swollen clit pulses, and I try to subtly adjust my panties. It’s no use. There’s just no way to do that subtly, particularly when you’re wearing a dress.
In the spur of the moment, I pull my cell phone out and send Denton a text.
“Conference is lame. I wish you were here. My pussy misses you …”
My cell phone pings almost instantly.
“Not as much as my cock misses you.”
Another ping. Denton has sent me a photo. He’s sitting in his office, and his cock is clearly hard. I grin to myself. Maybe the conference won’t be so bad after all. I send a reply.
“Oh what I wouldn’t give to be sitting on that right now.”
I spot him then. Charles Milton, the head of advertising and sales at Cartier. The guy I’m supposed to convince to come and work with us. I put my cell phone away and make a beeline for him. He’s standing by the buffet table. I approach, and he holds out his empty glass.
“Scotch. Double. No ice.”
I look down at myself with an exaggerated head movement. Charles frowns.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, feigning surprise. “I thought for a moment there I must have morphed into a waitress. But nope. I’m still wearing yellow, and they’re still wearing black dresses with white aprons.”
Charles raises an eyebrow, looking amused. He flags down a waitress and hands her the empty glass. He repeats his order. She starts to move away from him.
