A swat to my left ass cheek had me jumping. “Are you ever going to question me again?”
“No,” I moaned when his hand landed on my right cheek.
“No what?”
“No, sir,” I corrected, just as he landed two more blows in succession.
“I wouldn’t mind coming on your pink ass,” he whispered as his hands ran over the warm skin on both cheeks.
“Please,” I begged. I was dripping and my pussy was empty. I needed him to alleviate the ache inside me. The one that I knew only he could satisfy.
“Or do you want me to come inside you? You know, sometimes I jerk off thinking about you sitting at your desk after we’ve fucked. My cum still inside you. Slowly leaking out. Reminding you that your pussy is mine.” His words were like verbal porn, setting me on fire and making me more and more wet with each one.
With one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. My hips slammed against the copier with each plunge of his thick shaft inside me.
After only a few thrusts, I found myself coming. My eyes closed as my inner muscles clenched his cock. Just then I saw the light of the copier behind my lids and heard the click of copies being forced out the side tray. A second orgasm followed closely to the first, milking Marcus’s from him.
He collapsed on my back and groaned in my ear on his final thrust, leaving us connected as my orgasm subsided. I couldn’t help but smile when he placed a tender kiss on the skin just behind my ear.
Eventually, his weight left my back and he pulled out. After tucking himself away, he knelt in front of me, holding my panties out. I stepped in and smiled down at him and as he raised them up my legs, he pressed several small kisses to my thighs before repeating the movements with my dress. We had never dressed each other before, and as I stood before him straightening his tie, I felt like we had achieved a new level of intimacy with one another. I was still concerned with what the future held and how things would play out between us, but a small piece of my soul had settled thanks to his caring gesture.
“Want to grab some dinner?” he asked as I grabbed the copies—both my business related ones and his sexy ones—from the machine.
I looked over at him with a gaping mouth. This was new.
“Don’t look so surprised.” He gave me an uncharacteristically shy grin. “I figured you want more. If you don’t that’s fine.”
“No,” I said quickly. “I mean yes. How does Chinese sound?”
“Sounds good.” He pressed a hard kiss to my lips before grabbing the dirty copies of my tits from my arms. “These are mine.” He winked and left me standing there.
With a laugh I followed. Maybe things would work out after all.
FIVE
“Faster,” I begged and shook my ass again.
“I’m going as fast as I can. I can barely get this damn thing off you,” Marcus growled behind me.
“Here,” I said exasperatedly. My hands lifted the layers of white material up around my waist to show him that all I wore beneath my skirt was a white garter belt and nothing else.
It was supposed to be a surprise for when he took off the garter. I had wicked visions of him burying his tongue in my pussy while the rest of the wedding guests laughed in amusement not realizing what was really going on under there.
“Naughty girl,” he praised before plunging into me with his rock hard cock. “Fuck. So good.”
“Yes,” I hissed as his thrusts picked up speed.
“I was ready to fuck you on the alter earlier. You looked fucking amazing walking down the aisle.”
“I wish you had,” I taunted earning me a swat on the ass and a harder pace.
The last two years had flown by, but I enjoyed every single second of it. After our first official date things progressed quickly, and Marcus and I were living together a few short months later.
When Marcus proposed to me over Christmas dinner at my parents’ house, I was beyond ecstatic. He was everything I could have ever asked for in a man. He was hard, demanding, thoughtful, sweet and loving. Even my parents approved, although my father did give me a lecture about older men. However, once he met Marcus, he quickly came around.
Now here we were, fucking like bunnies in the bridal room at the reception hall of our wedding celebration.
“I’m going to come,” he told me, even though I already knew this from the way his thrusts became more frantic and out of control.
“Do it. Fill my pussy, baby.”
And just like that, he came in a hot rush, pushing me right over the edge with him.
With his cock still inside me, he pulled my back against his chest and kissed my neck.
“Marcus?” I asked as he nuzzled me there.
“Hmmm,” he mumbled.
“Do you want your wedding present now?” I had been waiting all day to give him his gift. I couldn’t wait for his reaction.
“Does it involve me losing the warmth of your pussy?” he semi-joked. I swear he could live his life buried inside me. Not that I was complaining, I felt the same way about him.
“No.”
“Then yes.”
“You’re going to be a daddy,” I whispered with a smile in my voice.
His cock twitched inside me, and I giggled at the knowledge that this turned him on.
“Fuck me. Are you sure?”
“Got the blood test results yesterday.”
“I knew it,” he gloated.
“Whatever,” I mumbled. I hadn’t felt well for the last week and Marcus had been hounding me to take a pregnancy test. To say he wanted a child was an understatement. He had been trying to knock me up pretty much since the moment we moved in together.
I always believed dreams could come true. And now I could see firsthand how truly incredible it was when they actually did.
“Love you, baby.” He smiled against the skin on my neck before placing another kiss there.
“Love you, too.”
EVERYTHING
ONE
“Oh fuck.” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my lips.
Good God it felt good. So good. Too good.
“Yeah.” The deep rumble of Chase’s voice sent shivers down my spine, and my internal muscles involuntarily clenched around him, making him curse and plow harder into me.
Just the way I liked it.
There was something to be said about being a bottom. I hadn’t experienced this position since high school when I was just a fumbling boy experiencing what it was like to be with another boy for the first time.
Since then I had always called the shots with the men I slept with. I was always the one in control. But when Chase finally came to me, wanting to explore his desires, I knew I needed to give this to him.
I had been lusting over Chase Burkett for the last two years. Ever since I started working at Burkett and Drummond. Two years of seeing his tight ass in his fancy suits and wanting to feel him wrapped like a fist around my cock. Two years of staring at his hands and mouth, wondering what they would feel like all over my body.
I lost all train of thought as Chase’s hand slid over my hip and gripped my hard as nails cock. His slightly calloused fingers squeezed my length, and I could swear I saw stars.
Oh yes! There was definitely something to be said for being the bottom.
His hand moved up and down in firm, strong strokes while his hips mimicked the movement as he pumped into me. Each thrust of his long, hard cock inside me was like heaven and hell all rolled up into one.
Considering this was his first time with a man, he sure seemed to know what he was doing.
“I’m going to come, Trev,” he whispered roughly in my ear as his movements became more frantic and less controlled.