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It’s a little information, something that he was suspecting all along, but saying it aloud knocks a weight from my chest.
“I already knew that.”
“You…didn’t know for sure.”
“Hmm. I still can’t fuck you, though.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have a condom on me. Usually, I don’t come to work with plans to fuck an employee.”
My nails dig into the laptop and I nearly scream from frustration. I bite my tongue instead, not wanting him to feel how much of an effect he has on me.
How much his words just filled me with inexplicable disappointment.
“But I’ll change that going forward.” He thrusts his dick against my opening a few times with increasing force. The tiny jerks are so pleasurable that I subconsciously release my tongue.
The orgasm hits me with a blinding force and then I’m falling, shattering, but there’s no landing in sight. Not even when I blink rapidly, trying to rein in my reaction. The force of the pleasure is stronger than my attempts at self-control, and I just scream.
He wraps a hand around my mouth. “Shh, people will hear.”
Shit.
I completely forgot about that, about the fact that we’re at the firm and that I’m protecting my plans in the laptop from him, even though my hands are still over my head.
As the wave slowly subsides, I lie there, catching my breath and my thoughts. I’m a bit sleepy, too.
It’s a problem if I constantly want to collapse after a powerful orgasm. Doesn’t that defy the whole purpose behind it?
In my haze, I make out Knox climbing up my body until his knees are on either side of my head. His dark shadow falls over me like doom, a thrilling one at that. One that I can’t stop staring at.
And then I taste something salty—his precum. In my daze, I didn’t notice that he was placing the tip of his dick on my mouth. “I need these lips on my cock.”
I open slowly, taking him inside. It’s different from the other time because now, I don’t even attempt to have any control. It’s all his for the taking.
He snakes a hand beneath my head, gripping me by the hair, and thrusts into my mouth with brute force. He hits the back of my throat and I choke on him, spluttering and gasping for air.
“Relax your throat,” he coaxes, almost half ordering, and then thrusts again. “That’s it, beautiful.”
My heartbeat thunders and my pussy clenches with a renewed need at his words. The fact that he’s still calling me beautiful, that he’s enjoying it.
I really do get off on his pleasure. On the fact that I’m the reason behind it, the reason he’s groaning deep in his throat.
And I want more of that.
So I relax my throat more, letting him fuck it hard and fast and without restraint. I moan around him, too, because I like this feeling of power.
I like how his hips jerk as if he’s unable to control the pleasure.
“Fuck, beautiful. I’m going to release my cum down that pretty throat.” And with one last grunt, he does as promised, shooting his release so deep that I barely get to taste him as I swallow.
When he pulls out, a trail of cum forms between my mouth and his dick, and I’m utterly fascinated by the view that I can’t look away from it.
Fromhim.
He wipes the side of my mouth with his thumb and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “I’m going to have fun playing with you, my little liar.”
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