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He kisses my shoulder. “I could even work from home more.”

“I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right letting you support me.”

“We’ve been dating for months. Our contract is about to be up. I don’t want to stop seeing you. This is just taking the next step in our relationship, Nora.”

“Triggered by the fact my boss yelled at me and you want me to quit my job.”

“No. I want you to focus on your art career. That’s me supporting my partner. Don’t read into our wage differences. Our jobs don’t make us who we are.”

“I feel like a gold digger, okay?” I plop onto the leather couch beside me. “You help me with my bills and buy me presents. And now you’re asking me to quit my job to move in with you. And what do I provide for you, Becker? You have a personal chef and a personal cleaner. How am I supposed to be an equal in this relationship if I contribute nothing?”

“You think you don’t contribute anything, Nora?” Becker drops to his knees, scooting between my legs. “I wake up with your face in my mind. When I’m stressed at work, you’re the one I text. You make me laugh over dinner, make me forget about all the tough decisions I’ve had to make during the day.”

He rests his hands on my knees. “When I’m not with you, I’m thinking of you. And when I’m with you, I’m dying to never have to leave you. You contribute to my happiness and my mental health. Don’t downplay that just because you feel that you need to contribute more. You contribute everything I need to make me a better man.”

“What if it’s not enough? What if one day you wake up and you think I’m not doing enough?”

“I really don’t think that would ever happen, but I think our communication skills can handle that conversation, sweetheart.”

I place my hands on top of Becker’s. “I just need some time to think about it.”

“Okay,” he says. Standing, he grabs my hands and pulls me up with him. His gaze meets the watch on his wrist and then he makes eye contact with me. “We’ve got about ten minutes. I want you on my desk before you’re under it.”

Cupping the back of my neck, he drags my body to his. Our mouths crash in a heated kiss as he holds me so tightly like he’s scared I’ll run from him. When he pulls away, he flashes me a wink. “Go on. Get your ass over there.”

I shoot him a timid smile but make my way across the room. His desk is a large oak covered in papers, with a laptop and some containers with pens. “On top of the papers, Sir?”

“Yes.”

He’s behind me already, his hand at the back of my neck, and with a firm grip, he pushes me so I’m bent over the edge of the desk. “Spread those legs out wide. Open your ass to me.”

My cheek pushes against a pile of papers, I reach back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart.

“I have a surprise for you, kitten.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy while you’re bent over.” He sucks a finger into his mouth, and then I feel him invading my tight hole. “Then, I’m going to use my come as lube and stuff you with a plug here.”

I gasp, the intrusion burning, but he eases any pain that comes by rubbing his large hand on my pussy. “Oh,” I sigh, the pain turning into a feeling of being full. “Yes.” I push back into his hand and he chuckles.

“That’s it, my greedy whore. You’ll take anything I have to give, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His cock is at the entrance of my pussy, and he teases me, rubbing before he slides in. “Play with your clit, kitten.” He thrusts inside of me, pushing himself until he’s buried as deep as he can be.

I listen, sliding a hand to where we’re joined. Becker slips a second finger into my ass and I tense, the pain back again. “Fuck!”

Still playing with myself, his other hand grips the back of my head. Pulling my hair, he forces me up so that I have to use my hands to hold me upright. Then, he’s shoving three fingers into my mouth like a fishhook. And I lose it. I buck my hips into him, trying to bury him even further inside me, and I thrash against him.

“How does it feel having your Sir fill up all your holes?”

He shoves the digits in my mouth a little deeper until I gag, then releases me.

“So good.” I choke, trying to catch my breath. Full, I feel like I could fucking die and be in Heaven, but still, nothing would feel as good as this does right now. Having him inside my cunt while his fingers are in my ass makes it feel like I’m about to explode. Like his cock is bigger.

“OhmiGod. Please!Please! I need to come!”

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