Page 126 of Loving Whiskey


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“Do you fist it, moving faster, imagining it’s me holding you. Me squeezing you?” I pant, picturing him doing just that. Cash doesn’t take his eyes off me, and the pressure, plus the pleasure and the adoration in his eyes, spurs the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had on his tongue. Cash moans as he laps it up. Then he pulls me off the desk. “Lean against the chair, Grace, and stick your ass up. I want you to watch as I fuck you. I want you to see what I see, and then we can watch this recording together.”

I do as told, turned on and excited by the prospect that he has more cameras. The sound of Cash’s belt jangling and his zipper lowering brings me back to the present, though, and has me clenching and biting my lip. He lifts my hips up, and I feel his heavy tip prod at my entrance. Then in one fell swoop he slams into me, filling me so completely. “Oh, fuck, Grace, this is just the beginning. We can have everything here,” he says through grunts. “Anything you want, baby, anything at all, it’s yours.”

I scream as he continues pounding. “And I’m yours, Cash, all yours.”

My words send him into a frenzy, and soon he’s hitting the spot inside of me that makes us both seize up and see stars. I watch his face in the mirror with rapt attention though, wanting to focus on the way he loses control for a moment, how he gives himself completely to me. How his eyes roll back and he bites down hard as a growl escapes. How his fingers dig into my hips as he takes everything he needs. How his mouth falls open on a curse as his cock begins to pulse and he empties himself inside me.

Cash falls against my back when he finishes, and he kisses my neck, panting against my skin. Then just as I’m growing accustomed to the sweetness, he smacks my ass and pulls out. “Now, that’s what I call a great first day in the office.”

I laugh as I clean myself up and roll my eyes. “You’re crazy.”

Cash grabs my hands and pulls me to his chest. “For you, Gracie. I’mcrazyforyou.”

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