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“Good girl.” He praises as I let his fingers go with a resounding pop. “Now turn around, so I fuck you.”
I climb off the desk and turn around, leaning against the cool wood.
The sound of his zipper lowering is the only sound in my office beside the blood rushing through my ears.
He grips my hip with one hand and rubs the head of his cock through my juices before slamming all the way inside me.
My walls stretch around his cock. He doesn’t give me time to come down from my high. He pounds into me like a man on a mission.
With one hand on my hip, the other hand reaches around my body and grips my throat.
My whole body hums like a live wire. Everywhere our bodies touch burns.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so tight.”
I arch my back and push against him, giving him as much as he’s giving me. The fire burns in my belly as my need for release grows.
His thrusts get erratic the closer he gets to his own release.
“Come for me again, baby. Tighten your perfect cunt around my cock. I want to feel you milk every drop.”
His words spur me on. I want him to fill my pussy with his cum. I want to feel the warmth coat my walls.
I need it.
Clamping my eyes shut, I give in to the pleasure and scream out my release. Joseph releases his grip on my throat and covers my mouth to keep me quiet.
His thrusts stop as his cock swells and spills inside my pussy. His grip on my hip tightens until he falls forward, leaning against my back.
Male voices echo in the hallway before stopping right outside my office door.
Please don’t knock.
Please don’t try to open the door.
Just keep walking.
Their voices drift off as they turn around and head back the way they just came.
“It’s probably Montgomery or Reed looking for me,” Joseph whispers into my hair.
He reaches around me and grabs the box of tissue. After pulling out of me, he gently parts my legs and cleans our combined juices.
“What about my panties?” I ask while pointing to his pocket.
He smirks. “I’ll keep them safe.”
I roll my eyes and fix my skirt in silence. My heart grows heavy with what I’m about to say.
“I can’t do this anymore.” I turn away from him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes.
“What? This or us?”
“Both.” My voice is barely above a whisper. “I want more than this. I want more than quickies in my office and booty calls at random. I deserve more than the occasional sext when it’s convenient.”
His face instantly hardens. “You know I can’t give you what you’re looking for. With my family’s lives on the line, the future of the business up in the air, and my demanding hockey career, this is all I can offer.”
“Bullshit.” I mutter as tears sting my eyes.