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“Yes!” Her fingers slip down to try to take control. “Put it in me.”
I can’t help but chuckle and tease her, drag my dick through her folds and tap her clit again. It makes her hotter. Makes her want it more. As for me, I’m at the end of my rope, so I push all the way in and hook her legs under my arms so she’s wide open as I thrust in and out of her. We both watch my cock disappear inside her with awe, as if we’re the only two people in the world who’ve discovered what our bodies are capable of.
“You’re a miracle, Shay. Nothing feels this amazing.” I flick her engorged clit because she can take it.
Shay’s little breaths turn into moans with every pass. “How do you do this to me, every time,” she cries and grips the counter to bear down on me as she comes on my cock.
Now, I have no fucking control anymore. I suck in a breath like a drowning man, sliding my palms over every part of her skin I could reach. The connection between us is so strong and deep. My need for her evident as I fuck her hard and deep. Our skin slaps together. The smell of sex overpowers whatever’s in the oven. This feels so phenomenal I never want to leave her body.
“Think you’ve got another one in you, Shay?” I’m ramming into her so hard my balls are slapping her asshole.
She’s holding onto the counter for dear life. “Yesssss. I want you to come with me.”
I’m on the verge. I bend around her, bringing our bodies close together. “No one has ever made me feel this. It’s you. Always you.” I brush my fingertips over her thighs and touch her clit gently, knowing she’d be overly sensitive from all of my earlier manipulations. Steadily, I build her back up as she squeezes my cock. I’m so fucking close.
“I love you, Austin,” Shay whispers in my ear.
It’s too much. Everything I need. “I love you too.”
I bite down on her shoulder and pick up speed, thrusting so, so deep as she rolls her hips to meet me. Shay emits a tortured gasp when she comes yet again and I follow, filling her up with my release. I cling to her so I don’t fall over. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. I feel Shay’s arms around me as I heave. My hips still thrusting my softening cock in her.
“Welcome home.” She grips my ass to hold me inside.
I sluggishly return to the real world and capture her lips. We savor each other until I slip out and reach for a towel to clean us up. We’ve destroyed the barstool, I’ll have to replace it.
“Maybe we can be creepy and get plastic covers for our furniture,” I joke.
Shay laughs and slides off the barstool, her legs wobbly so I steady her. “I better check on dinner.”
“Since when do you cook?” I snap her ass with the towel.
“I don’t, I heat up.” She opens the oven door. “Or, I burn.” She takes out what looks like lasagna, except it’s charred black on top.
God I love this woman.
There’s literally nothing about her I don’t adore.
Chapter thirty
Shay
A Week Later
I’m beyond nervous.
It’s my first time leading this particular meeting since I joined the company.
The vast conference room at Hungry Llama HQ is abuzz with anticipation for the quarterly marketing meeting where we set goals for the next three months. Sleek black chairs surround the long, wooden conference table, each seat is occupied by one of my team members. I know I’m not imagining it, the buzz isn’t about our upcoming plans, it’s about the updated dynamics of the room since Austin and I went public with our relationship.
I stand at the front of the room, waiting for everyone to settle down. Next to me is the huge projector screen showcasing the first slide of my presentation. I know my material inside out, but I’m wary of my staff member, Belinda Charles, who wears a snotty expression. Ever since my success at the retreat, her open hostility is a palpable undercurrent in my day.
“Alright, everyone, let’s dive in,” I begin, projecting what I hope is an air of confidence. “Our new game has a unique dynamic, and I believe it can be a game-changer for Hungry Llama. However, it’s crucial that our marketing strategies align with its innovative features.”
I delve into the presentation, talking about target demographics, marketing channels, and potential partnerships. Everyone seems engrossed, except Belinda. She’s tapping her pen aggressively against her notepad, eyes narrowed.
When I mention a proposed collaboration with a leading TikTok influencer, Belinda’s hand shoots up. “Why would we partner with a TikToker when we could get better visibility through a Twitch streamer?” Her voice drips with condescension.
I remain calm. I know women like Belinda. Hell, I ate them for lunch when I was a pageant girl. “It’s about demographic reach, Belinda. While Twitch would be a great avenue, this particular TikToker’s audience matches our game’s core demographic precisely.”
