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After twenty minutes, I grow impatient and check the cameras again, only to find Lauren working behind the main desk as though she hasn’t given me the most painful erection of my life. Adjusting my cock, I pick up the phone and dial the front desk. She answers, welcoming me with a sweet greeting.
“I swear to god, if you do not get that little ass up here, I will bend you over that desk in front of all my guests.” Sweat beads my upper lip as I picture just that.
Her light gasp goes straight to my dick. “I’m afraid we have no available dates for the presidential suite that weekend. The following weekend might be more viable?” Her tone is weak and raspy. Not for me, you little prick tease!
“I’m going to give you the most presidential fuck of your life. So much so that you’ll beg me to stop.”
“Of course, sir, we have other rooms available.”
I make a low and frustrated sound in the back of my throat. “GET. UPSTAIRS. NOW.”
I watch as she presses her lips together to stop herself laughing, and I almost snap my phone in two.
“Lauren, don’t. I’m aching for you.”
She scans the people around her, ensuring no one is paying attention. “I know,” her voice dips, and the same pained huff I hear in mine laces hers, too. She’s struggling with the distance, despite the close proximity. It’s torture, being so close and not being able to touch. It’s worse now that I know everything there is to know about her body.
“Make your excuses and get up here.”
“I can’t.” Her eyes flick to the main camera. “We agreed,” she says softly and puts the phone down.
Fuck!
I swipe up my jacket and pull it on, buttoning to disguise the added pressure against my trousers. I don’t recall the journey down, and my face is set in a hard scowl when I storm out of the elevator and stride towards the main desk. Lauren is tapping away, and Felicity, her line manager, is double-checking over some paperwork. “Miss Lindel, we've had a complaint. Come with me.” Lauren gapes at me, horrified. I angle my head and fix her with my most intimidating stare.
You’re in big trouble, pretty girl.
“Oh, I can't see why.” She swallows nervously.
“That's not for you to decide. My office now.” I don’t even glance at her manager but turn and stalk back to the elevators. Lauren’s heels click steadily behind me. We enter the lift, and a couple enters with us. My girl twitches beside me, her hands smoothing down her skirt and her lips parting in anticipation.
We exit on my floor, and I lengthen my strides, forcing her to hurry up and follow me inside. Her face lifts, her eyes wide, and no sooner is she in the safety of my office, I slam the door and pounce, planting my mouth to hers and hoisting up her skirt. She’s bare and freshly shaved, and my balls burn with the need to fuck her. “I’m not happy about this,” I growl angrily. Why the fuck isn’t she wearing any underwear?
“I’m behind on my laundry,” she pants as I devour her mouth. I bolt the door and lift her, walking us to my desk. “You’ve only got yourself to blame,” she squeaks.
“Nice try,” I scoff, not fooled by her cute face and false excuse. I perch her on the edge and balance her heels on the wood. “You smell real fucking good, Lauren.” I’m already unzipping my trousers and pulling my cock out. Lauren whimpers needily. I roll the head of my cock over her clit, and her head drops back. “Have you touched yourself since we’ve been apart?”
“Yes.” Her thighs tense as I tap my cock when she desperately wants it.
“Did you come, pretty girl?”
“Yes.”
I part her like a flower, my dick gliding down the seam of her glistening cunt. “Do you know what I love about your pussy?”
Lauren’s head drops forward, and she deadpans me. “That it’s attached to me?” Her brow lifts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“That too,” I assure, and drop a quick kiss on her mouth. “Look how tiny you are,” I groan, running my cock back and forth. My dick is a dark, angry fucking red, swollen, and desperate to be inside her.
Lauren peers down between us, her moan huffing out softly as she watches me play with her.
“I can feel the resistance, sense how small you are.” I apply a little pressure, pushing the head of my cock against her hole, and it fights back. “But you always take it all. You eat it up like it’s your last meal.” I groan and then drive upwards, seating myself deep inside.
Lauren’s head snaps back—her face a picture of pleasured shock. “Cain.” She grips my tie, and I thrust, enjoying the feel and sound of her wet pussy.
The door jangles, and we snap apart.
“Shit,” Lauren squeaks.
