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Alex

Erica hadn’t been home in three days.

Three long fucking days where Alex had been going out of his mind with worry.

She’d been to the house while he was at the office, and her phone charger and overnight bag were missing from her things. It was the only reason he knew she was okay.

It wasn’t enough that she had run to that man after their argument. Now she had shacked up with him in a hotel room.

If she wasn’t cheating before, he bet she was now.

“Did Marcus come home last night?” He asked Sophie, already knowing the answer.

“No,” she said with a sigh. “Alex, I’m doing my best work here.”

Alex forced himself to focus on her above him, grinding against his dick as she sat in his lap. He was hard but in no mood for sex.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just don’t understand why she won’t come home.”

Sophie sighed again, moving off his lap and pulling her blouse back on. “Because you accused her of shagging my husband!”

“Tell me they’re not,” he challenged.

“I don’t think they are.” Sophie shrugged, focusing on her buttons. “And I know what you’re going to say. I’m being na?ve. But have you once considered that you and I are the villains in this story, and perhaps Erica and Marcus are decent people who won’t fucking cheat?”

She left the room without giving him a chance to reply, closing the door more forcefully than necessary .

He must have pissed her off for her to defend Erica like that.

Was that true? Was he the villain in their story?

He wasn’t stupid. Adultery was a sin for a reason, and he was no doubt going to hell for cheating on someone as wonderful as Erica.

But it was only sex.

In every other aspect of his marriage, he was a perfect husband. He took care of Erica and ensured she didn’t have to lift a finger unless she wanted to.

He supported those silly hobbies of hers and made sure her accounts were always full of money to fund them. Even when those hobbies kept her from him.

He communicated well and told her what he needed from her. In turn, he listened whenever she had something to say, even if he wasn’t interested.

In his world, there was no one more important than Erica, and surely all the other stuff outweighed sex with someone else.

Was their marriage that fickle?

Can’t handle the thought of her fucking someone else, though, can you?

Alex pushed the thought from his mind as soon as it appeared. The standard was different for men and women. It was almost expected for him to cheat, and the fact it had taken so long was kind of extraordinary.

But women?

They liked to stay with one man and give him their all. They attached feelings to sex that didn’t need to be there and ultimately complicated things.

Sighing, Alex grabbed his phone as he adjusted himself in his pants. He dialled Erica’s number and let the call ring out until he heard the familiar message of her voicemail.

Three days of completely ignoring him.

Things were getting desperate at this point. He was driving himself crazy, wondering what she was doing, and more importantly, who with, and it wasn’t as though he could go to her family! What was he supposed to tell them? His ego wouldn’t allow him to voice his concerns out loud because admitting Erica was cheating was realising he wasn’t good enough to keep her.

The thing was, all this stress and worry wasn’t good for him, and it affected his work. Not ideal when the London Group was already nervous.

What the fuck were they going to say when rumours started flying about not only his affair, but Erica’s too?

Sophie had been trying to convince him that Marcus wouldn’t do that to her, but he called bullshit on that. It was amazing what a man would do when the right pussy came along.

Alex had never cheated before in his life, and if someone had told him on his wedding day, that it would only take eight years for him to defile his marriage, he’d have laughed in their faces.

He couldn’t even understand what it was about Sophie that made him break. Sure, she was beautiful, but he wasn’t some horny teenager that lost his shit over a pretty face.

He thought back to that first time when he’d finally reciprocated Sophie’s flirting. She had never been subtle about it and made it very clear she was completely available to him.

It had been easy to ignore until it wasn’t.

It was a Thursday morning, the same as any other.

He’d woken Erica up by going down on her. They’d fucked in bed and then in the shower, and after a rushed breakfast, he’d gone to work.

Completely satisfied, and all smiles, Sophie greeted him with coffee, as usual.

She had made a comment on his arrival, something about him having a good workout. He’d replied that his wife certainly thought so. He’d winked at her. She smirked back.

Sophie was wearing her usual outfit of choice. Tight blouse, short skirt. Heels far too high. She looked the same as she did every day. Perfectly beautiful. Undeniably sexy. He’d always admired her looks, but she had never tempted him before.

So why was this day any different?

Out of nowhere, Sophie became bolder than ever. He was hanging his coat on the rack when he heard her speak in a low tone. “Would your wife do this for you?” She asked.

“What was that?” He replied, turning his head, not even realising she had followed him into his office.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.

Sophie sat in his chair, her legs up on his desk, heels propping her in position, and her skirt pulled up around her hips.

Stunned and rooted to the spot, he couldn’t help but watch as her fingers teased against her lips, separating them so he could see how wet she was.

“I don’t wear underwear,” she told him. “Just in case.”

She had such a pretty pussy, all pink and kissable, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

Before he knew what he was doing; he fell to his knees, crawling towards her.

He’d buried his head between her legs without hesitation and once he had that first taste and heard that first moan, there was no going back.

He’d already cheated, he’d already crossed that barrier. Why not go the full hog?

“You can do whatever you want with me, sir,” Sophie purred, looking down her body at him. “I’ll like it.”

A feral growl escaped his lips as he tugged her closer, pushing his tongue inside her to lap at her sweet juices.

She had never sounded sexier than she did at that moment, her ass slipping down the seat as she offered herself to him, groaning his name in a dirty tone.

He pulled away before she could cum, her words ringing in his ears.

“You want me to do whatever I want?” He asked, standing as she panted her protests.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m yours to use however you see fit. ”

A stab of excitement hit him in the gut. He forced himself to remain calm as a variety of repressed fantasies rose to the surface.

“So, if I wanted to call you names?” He asked, moving his hand between her legs, fingers barely brushing over her clit.

“You want me to be your dirty little slut?” She asked, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. His groin tightened in response as he shrugged.

“Maybe.” He pinched her clit, listening to her sharp intake of breath. “Maybe I want you to be a whore for me.”

Arching her back, she groaned, the sound long and thick as he rubbed his fingers against her clit. “Call me whatever you want, sir.”

“Good girl, Sophie.” Oh, the possibilities were endless with this one. Unless, of course, she was just trying to impress him. “Do you have any limits?”

“Not that I’ve found so far,” she whimpered. “Why don’t we find out together?”

With a smirk, Alex pulled away and unbuckled his belt.

That was probably the best idea she had ever had.

“Sophie get in here!” Alex shouted loud enough for her to hear him through the closed door.

His hand worked up and down the length of his cock, lost in the memories of that first time.

She had always been so receptive, so willing to please. He fucked her like he hated her, and she only begged for more.

The memory of the first time wasn’t enough. He needed her pussy on his cock and his hand wrapped around her throat until she was begging him for release.

She gasped as she walked into the room, shutting the door swiftly behind her. He clicked, pointing to the floor, and she got the hint, dropping to her hands and knees .

Crawling over to him, she licked her lips as she watched his hand move up and down the full length of his dick. She didn’t need further instruction as she settled between his legs, pulling off her blouse and pressing her tits together until he could slide between them.

“Tongue,” he commanded. Sophie stuck her tongue out, sweeping over his tip with every thrust between her breasts.

His cock throbbed at the image, and for a moment he toyed with the idea of cumming over her pretty face and letting her figure out how to explain the mess in her hair.

It was tempting, but he wanted her pussy.

“Sit on it,” he ordered, leaning back in his chair. “And I want you naked.”

Sophie stood, holding his gaze as she stripped her clothes until she was completely bare to him.

Her body was fucking insane, and if her tits were just a size or two bigger, she’d be perfection. He liked to see them bouncing when he fucked a woman, and Sophie’s barely jiggled.

Moving into his lap, Sophie grabbed his shoulders for leverage as she lowered herself onto his waiting cock.

He looked down between them, watching himself disappear into her wet heat, biting his lip to maintain his composure.

Fuck, but she was tight.

“You took too long to get in here,” he said, grabbing her hair and tugging it sharply. “So don’t be surprised if I cum before you.”

“I don’t mind,” she moaned, rocking her hips against him.

“Of course not,” he murmured. “Because you live to serve me , right?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He smirked, moving his hand between her legs and feeling where they were joined. “Keep moving, Sophie,” he ordered. Brushing his fingers over her clit, he watched as her expression changed, the flush on her cheeks as she reacted to his touch.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, soaking him with her juices. Being inside her was a high he had never experienced before her .

Not only did she feel like heaven around him, reacting to every thrust of his hips, but the thrill alone was enough to make his balls tighten.

“Fucking ride me,” he muttered, rubbing her clit in quick, small circles, pressing against her until her eyes rolled. Her nails pressed into his shoulders, making him hiss with the sting of it.

Chuckling darkly, he lifted his hips to meet hers as she bounced on his cock. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room and after one particularly decadent moan, she covered her mouth with her hand, her fingers turning white with the pressure.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.”

Alex hung his head back, moving his fingers faster as they moved together in sync, powering his thrusts into her and making those tiny tits jiggle.

“Fuck, Sophie. Just like that. Moan like the dirty whore you are.” She groaned in response, grinding herself against him.

“More,” she gasped out. “Say more.”

Grabbing her hips to still them, Alex pulled her closer to him, nipping her ear. “You’re nothing more than my cum slut,” he muttered. “I’m going to use you, fill you up, and go about my day.”

“Yeah? You want your cum leaking down my leg while we work?” She purred. “I bet your wife would love that.”

Normally, he’d punish her for any mention of Erica. Today he was just horny enough that the reminder of his sins made him harder.

Lifting her, he threw her against his desk and pushed his way back inside her. “You think I’m gonna let you cum after that, you insolent little bitch?”

“Yes,” she smirked. “You love the way my pussy milks your cock too much.”

Dammit, she had him there.

Covering her mouth with his hand, Alex ignored her attempts to talk to him, slamming into her so her head bounced off the desk with each thrust .

Closing his eyes, he focused on his pleasure and the familiar tingle in his balls. Who cared if she came? She was just another hole. A step up from his hand.

He was close.

He was so fucking close.

The vibrating of his phone as it buzzed its way across the desk distracted them both. In unison, they turned to look at the display screen. Alex froze as he saw Erica’s name, and Sophie groaned in protest.

Reaching for the phone, he answered without thinking, looking down at where he was still buried balls deep in another woman.

“Erica? Baby, is that you?”

Sophie scowled at him, her eyes narrowing. She wrapped her legs around him, tightening her hold until she had him locked in position.

“Alex? I think it’s time we talked, don’t you?”

“Yes!” He answered. “Yes, god. I want to talk to you, too.”

Sophie used her hold on him to lift herself onto his cock, grinding herself against him. He clenched his teeth to stop him from reacting, shooting her a warning glance.

“Are you busy? Shall I come over?”

“No!” He shouted, not sure which of the two women he was talking to. Sophie wasn’t interested in listening to him. She grabbed his free hand and forced it between her legs. HE rubbed her clit automatically as she fucked him frantically.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“You don’t want me to come over?”

“Why—” he cleared his throat, his head dropping back as his orgasm built. “Why don’t we meet at home after work?”

“I suppose we could do that,” Erica agreed. “In fact, that’s probably better.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely better,” he agreed. No way he could have her in the office. Not when he planned on punishing Sophie for the rest of the afternoon for the stunt she was pulling .

Snapping his teeth together to stave off his climax, he tried to focus on what Erica was saying as Sophie moaned breathlessly. He could feel her tightening around him.

Shit. Not now. Not fucking now.

“So, I’ll see you later then?” He said, desperate to get her off the phone.

“About six, yeah?”

“Yes. Yeah, God!” He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“Alex? Are you okay?”

“Fine. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Without giving her time to answer, Alex ended the call, pulling out just in time as he came over Sophie’s stomach. The hand over her mouth did nothing to silence her moans of protest at the sudden emptiness. Alex’s legs shook as he stroked his cock, his hips erratic as the pleasure made them spasm.

He should fucking strangle this bitch for making that harder than it had to be.

Instead, he smirked down at her. Hair all over the place and make-up smudged, Sophie had never looked sexier, and for the first time, he was in no rush to get back to his wife.

All he wanted was to experience an orgasm that intense again. If Erica could spend the last three days shacked up with some bloke, he could spend one afternoon buried in the sweetest of pussies.

“Get on your knees, bitch. We’re not finished here.”