Page 105 of Hate to Love You
I bury my face in her neck, biting and sucking, tasting the salt on her skin as I make my way down to her breasts. Using one hand, I unlatch the clasp in the back, freeing her tits from the delicate fabric.
She reaches for me, fumbling with my belt and frantically freeing my cock from my pants.
“I’m not finished with these tits yet,” I growl on her lips, gripping her breasts in my hands, and squeezing them hard. I bend down, wrapping my mouth around each of her nipples sucking hard, hearing her whimper.
But that’s not enough for me.
“Argh!” She groans, as I nip it with my teeth.
Perfect.
“I told you not to make a sound,” I hiss, my voice low and raspy as I grab the back of her hair again. “Maybe you need something to fill that sassy mouth of yours.”
Forcing Abby to her knees, I grab my cock with my other hand and stroke it slowly, watching as her eyes widen.
Oh, Miss Wayne, I’m going to have fun fucking you.
“Open wide,” I whisper darkly.
For a second, she hesitates, staring at the massive length of my cock, and the smallest part of my brain wonders if perhaps this is too much for her. But then I see the wicked grin spread across her face, and I realize that her hesitation isn’t reservation…it’s desire.
“Yes, Sir,” she winks at me, deliberately accentuating that word before opening her red lips and sticking her tongue out.
Releasing my fistful of her hair I push the tip of my cock into her mouth and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Go on then, be a good slut and show me what you’ve got.”
Abby accepts my challenge, immediately wrapping one hand around my leg, grabbing my balls tightly with the other, before taking my entire erection down her throat. She swallows me, looking up at me with her deep brown eyes as she does.
Holy fuck.
Pumping me several more times, I struggle to stay standing. Gently, I place my hand on the back of her head, while stretching the other back behind my head, catching my reflection in the window.
I said I’d never fuck in my office, yet here I am on the twentieth floor, getting blown by the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
God, it’s good to be me.
She pulls back and swirls her tongue around the tip and my entire body shudders.
“I take it you like that,” she chuckles arrogantly, deliberately doing it again.
Oh no, I’m not having that.
I grip her hair and yank her head back, exposing her neck and collarbone.
“If you’re talking, then you’re not working hard enough,” I snarl, before shoving her head down, forcing my cock back down her throat, making her choke.
I repeat the process, before letting her up for air. She coughs, water forming in her eyes.
“Caught your breath? Good.”
Again, I shove her head down on my cock, fucking her mouth until once again her face reddens. This time I release her and she collapses back on her feet, gagging and gasping for air.
But I’m not done with her.
I grab her by the shoulders and pull her up, bending her over my legs and spanking her ass again, making her yelp. Reaching over, I yank one of the fake pussywillow reeds from the large vase so forcefully it sends it crashing to the floor, the pieces shattering all over my now coffee-stained Persian rug.
Having caned more than a dozen partners in the past, I know exactly where to strike the reed across her backside, and that I don’t need to use the same amount of power. Even still, when the reed comes down on her perky ass, she shouts loudly, wincing in pain.