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After a shower, we got back to the clubhouse and while she got ready to go to work, I spoke with Blow and Nines about it. They agreed, and here we are.
I pull into the parking lot and park in the spot designated for her. Chelsea hops off and straightens herself up while I follow suit. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her up against me.
“You work, and I’ll hang with you.”Chelsea opens her mouth to say something, but I stop her with a kiss to her lips before continuing, “I’m not going to get in the way or stop you from working, but I’m not leaving you alone. You’re in my sights at all times.”
“Okay.” She nods and relaxes into me.
“Good, now let’s get in there. Keep you from being exposed.”
“You don’t need to worry about me being exposed, Lucky.”
“You might think that, but I think otherwise, Chels.” I drop my hand at her waist only to take her hand in mine. “You’re my woman and having you exposed to men who could hurt you, doesn’t sit well with me. I think maybe while you work you can finish telling me what the hell else you did to get their attention.”
“I already told you that,” she remarks with a huff.
“Right.” Grunting I guide her into the building only for us to hit pandemonium.
Several employees were on us all at once. Some were bringing issues to attention about rental properties and needing authorization. Others mentioning people who hadn’t paid rent and asked what Chelsea thought they should do. Then there were the ones about houses needing to be contracted because someone wanted to buy them. They were all over the place and it was like they needed her around just to be able to do their jobs correctly.
Staying in the background wasn’t easy, not with the looks the women were giving me, but I did it while watching Chelsea do her thing. I can tell she loves her job and handling problems every chance she gets. She’s good at what she does and putting out fires is definitely her thing. The way she does it with ease is a sight to see.
And fuck if I don’t want to bend her over her desk while burrowing myself inside her. Shit, my dick makes itself known at the very thought. I’ll have to make it happen, but not with everyone here. I usually don’t give a fuck if anyone sees or hears me fucking, but when it comes to Chelsea, I don’t want anyone to listen to the noises she makes for me or see the beauty that she is when she comes alive in my arms.
I get with us at the clubhouse, people can hear, it’s not like the walls are completely soundproof, but they keep it to themselves when it comes to hearing an ol’ lady and her man behind closed doors. If it were a fallen harlot, that’s a different story. They’re fair game to talk about.
By the end of the day, I’m more than ready to get the fuck out of there. Office work is definitely not my scene, but I could chill, and watch Chelsea do her thing for as long as she does it. Long as it’s not past the end of business hours.
“Ready to go?” I ask, standing and stretching.
Chelsea glances over to me, then to the door of her office. All of the staff is either on their way out the door or getting ready to head that way.
“Almost,” she says as she gets up, steps around her desk, moves to the door, closes and locks it.
“What are you doing, brat?” My cock jerks as thoughts come to life of what I’d been thinking earlier.
Chelsea turns to me, a wicked glint in her eye.
Instead of answering, Chelsea closes the distance between the two of us and shocks the shit out of me when she drops to her knees right in front of me. Only then does she give me words. “I’m about to have some after-hours fun with one of the bosses.”
Shit. Fuck. I’m going to come before she even gets my cock out.
“I better be the only one you’re having after-hours fun with.” I growl, balling my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and gripping her hair.
Chelsea slides her hands over my denim covered thighs, to my buckle where she undoes it and my button and zipper follow suit. I don’t help her as she pulls the jeans down enough for my cock to spring free. Though when she moans at the sight of me, I have to stop myself from doing what I want and fuck her face.
I focus on the way she wraps a hand at the base and her mouth comes closer. The tip of her tongue flicks out and she licks the tip, taking a bead of precum in her mouth.
“I love sucking your dick,” Chelsea whispers, eyes lifting under her lashes to meet mine.
“If you love it so much then fuckin’ put it in your mouth and suck me.” There’s no keeping the rasp from my voice. Not when she’s like this, on her knees in front of me just as she was yesterday and how I’ve dreamed of plenty of fucking times.
Chelsea opens her mouth and takes me deep, nearly to her throat, the whole time eyes locked with mine. She takes me slow with each bob up and down. She goes deep, taking all but where her hand holds me at the base. It feels fucking great . . . fantastic . . . I want to come in her mouth, but I also want in her pussy.
I make a quick decision and grasp her hair in my hands and start fucking her face the way I want. I’m not about to let her drive me insane with her mouth sweet-like taking me. No, I want to fuck her mouth and not play around.
“Brat, I’m gonna come in your mouth and you’re gonna swallow every bit of it.”
In answer, Chelsea moans around my cock, the humming sensation spurs my release even more. My balls tighten, and not even a moment later, my cum juts from the tip and down my woman’s throat as she swallows just as I tell her too. I don’t pull back until she’s taken every last drop and when she does, she loosens the suction her mouth has on me.
