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Kasen moaned around my dick, and I’d struck gold when I had discovered that she liked dirty talk along with getting her face sprayed in cum. Kasen was very open-minded in the bedroom, and I was the lucky bastard that was going to benefit from it. Looking at her, all assertive and professional, you’d never guess that she liked rough sex. She came across as a ball-buster in the courtroom, so no one would guess that she liked to be manhandled in the bedroom.
“Spit on it, baby,” I ordered. “Get it sloppy wet.”
When mywife pulled her mouth off my dick, then spat on it like a fucking porn star, I felt violent with how much I wanted this fucking woman. No matter how many times that I took her in a day, it was never going to be enough; I knew this.
Not being ableto take it anymore, I grabbed Kasen by her shoulders, then positioned her over her desk, not caring about the files on top or even her computer. Pushing her skirt up over her hips, I ripped her panties off in one tug, then reached over to stuff them in her mouth. After the past couple of days, it wouldn’t be the first time that she was tasting her own pussy.
Spreading her wide, I dropped a bead of spit on her ass, then mixing it with some of her release, I slid one finger into that tight hole to gauge just how much prepping she needed. Her forbidden paradise was so tight that there was no way that she was going to be able to keep working after this.
I wasn’t sure how long I finger fucked her, but after more spit and a second finger, it wasn’t much longer before Kasen was moaning around the panties stuffed in her mouth, and my dick was hard enough to bend steel. I’d never felt so painfully hard in all my life before, and that was a good thing for what I was about to do.
After dropping another bead of spit on Kasen’s ass, I finally lined my cock up with that sacred nirvana, and her moans got louder as I worked the head of my dick inside her perfect asshole. When she tried to pull away, I grabbed her shoulder with one hand, forcing her in place, then I reached around and teased her clit with my other hand. As soon as I did that, her body collapsed on the desk, and I was able to breach that tight ring, my entire dick sliding in easily because it was so fucking hard.
“Fuck, baby,” I hissed once I was buried to the hilt. “I can’t believe you were trying to deny me this.”
Pulling my hips back, I began fucking my wife’s tight ass, the pleasure nearly driving me insane. She felt hot, tight, and incredible wrapped around my cock, and when she started pushing her assback towards me, that’s when I really started fucking her.
“Such a good girl,” I praised as I worked her clit faster. “Taking every inch of my cock up your ass.”Kasen moaned louder. “Such a good slut for my cock.”
No longer pretending that this wasn’t blowing her mind,Kasen let me fuck her hard, and I was going to have to set her up a bath before I left tonight. She was going to be incredibly sore after this, but nothing that my tongue couldn’t fix later.
When Kasen’s right hand started slamming down on top of the desk, that’s when I knew that she was about to cum for me. So, making sure to get us both there, I worked her clit as I rammed my dick deep in her ass, and as soon as she tightened around me, I exploded inside her, feeling like a goddamn animal with its life mate.
After a few clouded moments,I finally removed her panties, and she gasped, “Oh, God…”
I pulled out of her body slowly, and when nothing seeped out, I was almost hard again with the thought of my cum buried safelyinside her.
“Next time, I’m taking apicture of my dick in your ass,” I told her as I lightly slapped one cheek.
“Nero?” she panted.
“Yeah,il mio cuore?”
“I think I’m going to have to work from home tonight,” she muttered, causing me to grin.
“Anything you want, baby.”
An hour later, Kasen was in the bathtub, up to her ears in bubbles, and for the first time in my life, I was cursing having to go to work. All my life, I’d been all about The Family, but not anymore. Nowadays, I was all about my wife.
Chapter 22
Kasen~
Placing my briefcase on my desk, I was looking forward to a hot bath when I got home. Though Nero had made his preferences clear about me showering at night, I felt beat enough to not care. Besides, he’d been considerate enough to let me know that he had some business to attend to tonight, so it wasn’t like he was going to be home when I broke the rules. Plus, after the stunt that he had pulled on Monday, he was going to have to let me have my baths, though that wasn’t a complaint in the least. The sex over my desk had been hot enough that I planned on asking for more this weekend.
As soon as I sat down, my desk phone rang, and I already knew that it was my final appointment for the day. A gentleman named Jonathan Smith had called earlier this week for a consultation about something to do with receiving stolen goods.
After assuringour receptionist, Darlene, that I’d be right down, I grabbed one business card, a fresh notepad, a pen, and my phone. I only bought suits that had pockets in the inside lining of the jacket for my phone. If I was wearing a pantsuit, then I didn’t have to worry about where I put my phone, but when I was in a pencil skirt, I needed the jacket pockets.
When I walked into the lobby to greet Jonathan Smith, itbecame immediately clear that he was not a Jonathan Smith. While I knew that I was racial profiling, I’d been raised by my father enough to recognize a Made Man when I saw him. Though I’d say that ‘Jonathan Smith’ might be a German by the way that he looked and carried himself, I couldn’t be sure.
Though hewasn’t very tall, he was a lot taller than my five-foot-three. He also had blonde hair and blue eyes, making him look typical when you thought about Germans. He seemed to be in his late thirties/early forties, and he also seemed like it’d be a bad idea to underestimate him. He was doing his best to come across as unassuming, but I knew better.
“Mr. Smith,” I greeted as I held out my hand. “I’m Kasen Milano.”
“Ms. Milano, I am Jonathan Smith,” he greeted, and though his Englishwas good, there was no disguising his accent. There was also no ignoring the fact that Jonathan Smith wasnothis name. So, instead of escorting him to my office like I would most clients, I chose to have our meeting in the lobby conference room for the first time ever.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Smith.” I gestured towards the right. “If you’ll follow me, we can begin discussing your concerns.”
