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His palm whacks against my ass so hard I suck in a breath.
“There you are,” he murmurs, rubbing my stinging skin. “You know you start moaning the moment I spank you, don’t you?”
“No,” I groan, trying to turn around to glare at him, but he’s got me by the hair. “I do not—”
Another whack on the ass. I grunt, biting my lip to keep from doing exactly what he says I will.
The filthy bastard knows I like this. I wiggle my hips, pressing back against his firm grip. He spanks me again, and again, and soon the pain’s beginning to overwhelm my brain when he finally cups my pussy with his palm, holding me steady, before sinking his fingers deep inside.
“Fuck,” I moan, releasing the pent-up pleasure I’d been stifling. “If you didn’t own this place, I’d go ahead and complain to your manager.”
“For what? Making you drip all over my palm?”
“For teasing me, you asshole.”
He chuckles, kissing my neck, fucking me with his fingers. “What do you want me to do to you, princess?” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to say it.”
“Please,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head it feels so damn good.
“Say the word. Tell me what you want.”
“You inside of me.”
“No, darling. Be more explicit. Tell me.”
“I want your cock inside of my pussy,” I say, moaning out the words. I feel so dirty, but that only intensifies my excitement. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How hard? Right here?”
“Right here. Right now. Fuck me hard until I scream your name.”
“You’re my favorite employee right now, did you know that?”
“Liam,” I groan, ready to lose my mind.
But he doesn’t tease me any longer. His belt buckle jingles, and when I look back, he’s stroking his thick cock before pressing it against my soaked-through opening. I shiver, and he kisses me, then slowly begins to fill me, letting my slick pussy coat every inch of his shaft.
“Good girl,” he groans, sliding deeper. “My perfect girl.”
“I’m your only girl,” I whisper back, not sure why I’m saying it.
“My wife.” He fucks me slowly at first, grinding deep, but soon we’re moving together in rhythm. He takes me fast, deep, no more teasing, no more halfway. His cock fills me to the brim and then some, and I feel like I might explode.
It feels like something I never dared let myself dream about. It’s pleasure, pure bliss, but there’s also a strange and perfect comfort with him, like we’ve been doing this for years. He kisses me, his hands caress me, he fills me to the brim and whispers in my ear, and it all feels like the first time and the thousandth time, that perfect mix between excitement and familiarity.
I don’t remember when this happened. I don’t know when Liam went from being a violent means to an end to something I can revel in, something that makes me feel right. I’ve had so few of those over the years, so few boyfriends, so little real joy. And just when it felt as though I’ve lost it all, there’s Liam, showing me a new level I never thought could exist.
“I want you to come for me,” he says, spanking my ass as he fucks me deeply. “I want you to come and call me your husband as you do it. Can you come for me, lovely girl?”
“Yes,” I pant as sweat beads down my back.
“I’m going to put my hand over your mouth. Will you scream into my palm?”
“Please,” I groan, so fucking close.
“That’s my girl.” He does what he threatened, blocking my mouth, and as he strokes faster and rolls a thumb around my clit, it’s like the pleasure peaks and slams into my skull all at once. Even if he hadn’t asked for it, I’d still borderline scream into his hand, simply because I can’t do anything else.
I come, deeply, viscerally, and vocally, as he continues to fuck me harder, growling like a beast. We’re rocking together, moving in harmony, and my mind goes totally blank as the orgasm rips down my spine and into my core. Then he’s moaning too, and I feel him stiffen as he fills me, and we’re coming together like that until nothing else matters but Liam between my legs.
We finish, breathing hard. I stay bent over the table, unable to move. He grunts and leans next to me, laughing softly, kissing my neck. He brushes the hair from my face.
“I think I’m going to enjoy having you around at work,” he says. “You’re right, you are very useful.”
“Don’t be a dick,” I say, pushing him playfully. “I can do a lot more than have sex.”
“I know that.” His expression is pensive. “Why don’t you follow through with your suggestion from earlier? Make this place look like an actual office.”
