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  “That’s it, baby, suck them.” He pulled her hair tighter, forcing a small cry. The sound slithered down his back. He was so close to coming. He spun away from her. She stayed on her knees, her lips swollen, her face flushed. He picked up his phone and snapped a picture.

  “Why did you do that?” She wasn’t happy he’d taken advantage of her vulnerable position.

  “Because I want to remember exactly what you look like at this moment. You’re so fucking beautiful and I want to look at it whenever I want to.” He laid the phone on the desk and helped her to her feet.

  He turned her around, pushing her chest toward the desk. “Open those creamy thighs for me, baby,” he snarled.

  She opened her legs for him, exposing her hot cunt, so wet and moist and so ready to take his heavy cock. He reached in his pocket, pulled out and ripped open the foil packet. After sheathing himself, he grabbed the base of his cock and inched his way into her hot depths.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking tight. Like you were made to take all of me.”

  He drove into her as far as he could go until he was fully seated. Then he stopped, allowing her tight pussy to adjust to his thick dick. His hands scraped up and down her back.

  Leaning over, he licked the tattoo of a fairy inked on her left shoulder. The winged lady fit Molly’s personality to a T. At first glance unassuming and sweet but on closer inspection, there was a glint in her eye and her lips were pouty. He’d get her one on the right shoulder to match. He loved a female with a tattoo. The mix of naughty and nice was heady indeed and usually proved the woman would never bore him.

  Gabriel loved it when a woman could surprise him, take his breath away. Molly was sure as hell doing a good job of it.

  Molly moved, shoving herself back against him. She needed to feel him thrusting deeply, giving her all he had in a frenzy of lust and desire. His big strong hands spread her ass and he propelled forward. He was moving at a snail’s pace and it only made her hungrier for the friction of his thick cock sliding along her vaginal walls. She reeled back against him again and he slapped her ass.

  “You don’t get to move unless I say so,” he whispered, brushing his lips across her shoulders. He had a fetish for her shoulders, constantly nipping and biting them a little harder each time.

  “You came into my office…” He smacked her on the left ass cheek. “During one of the most important meetings of my career with Mr. Satou.” He smacked her right ass cheek. “The CEO…” Smack. “The man who can make or break me…” Smack.

  Her ass stung as each slap landed harder. Still, his cock hadn’t moved a millimeter.

  Gabriel smoothed his hand on the surface of her flaming ass, soothing the sting. She jumped when his tongue landed on the nape of her neck and progressed gradually down her spine.

  She felt a wet digit press against the tight petal of her ass and squirmed. She was rewarded with two more blows to her sensitized bottom.

  “Then you sat down in front of me, stripping slowly, playing with your huge tits.” His finger dipped slightly into the tight ring of muscle before pulling back out. “Fuck, your nipples are so perfect, they pucker beautifully. I could spend hours just sucking them until you came from that alone.”

  One hand slid into her hair and tightened. She hissed with the pain and the pleasure as he gently pulled her head back.

  He licked her ear and whispered, “Then you opened your sweet pink pussy. Imagine how fucking hard it was for me to string a sentence together watching your fingers get wet while you fucked yourself.”

  Molly was close to tears, her body ached. She was desperate to feel him rock back and forth within her. Her fingernails dug into the deep mahogany of his desk.

  “How long are you going to punish me?” she cried. “I need you to move, Gabriel.”

  His teeth closed on her shoulder again. “I want to know why. Why you did it.”

  She closed her eyes, her bravado suddenly slipping away. He made a small circle, enough to drive her crazy.

  “Answer me, Molly.” His voice was commanding. “Why did you pick today to show me what you wanted?”

  She rested her forehead on the table. She had started this and he deserved the truth. “Because I want you. I wanted you the minute I stepped in this office. You fucking me is all I think about. I couldn’t stand this need another second. I figured if I could have you once, I could purge this never-fucking-ending desire to have you, so I could move on.”

  For a brief minute Gabriel froze and Molly realized she’d said too much. “I’m so sorry…”

  “Don’t,” he shouted, taking another nip at her shoulder. “Don’t apologize, ever.”

  He pulled back and surged forward, taking her breath away. Back and forth he fucked her, stopping long enough to make circles with his hips. His finger came around and pressed against her clit, rubbing and pinching it. His other finger pushed past the ring of tight muscles, deeper into her ass.

  The pain was almost overwhelming but melted away into a kind of pleasure she’d never known. Every time he withdrew, she felt empty, bereft, but then he filled her up yet again and she was whole.

  Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hip and pushed even harder into her, touching her core. There was the tiniest amount of pain with each thrust, surrounded by immeasurable amounts of pleasure. She’d never been so stuffed, so raw and so ready for more.

  “Dammit, woman, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” His breath was short and labored as he banged her into the desk.

  He pulled out and she cried from the emptiness. He turned her around and untied her wrists. Licking and kissing the angry red marks left by the tie. He sat in his leather chair, pulling her with him. She greedily grasped his cock and shoved it in her pussy, wasting no time in rising up and down.

  Gabriel placed two fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them. He closed his eyes and moaned as she bit the tips. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arm around her. She jumped when he pressed those two fingers into her ass. She froze for a second, allowing herself to adjust to the double penetration.

  He pushed his fingers deeper, pulling them out slowly and continuing the back-and-forth motion until she started moving in opposition of his wicked hand. As he pulled out, she moved down, one entrance always filled. Her clit throbbed and she leaned back enough to allow her hand to slip down and rub herself.

  His mouth locked on to one of her nipples, sipping at it, lengthening it. She was riding the edge between heaven and hell. Never in her life did she think sex could feel this good. Every nerve and fiber, every cell, was on fire. Her soul rocked as an orgasm ripped through her in a tidal wave of emotion and deep satisfaction. Her muscles contracted over and over, sending her into a trembling mess.

  Her cunt clamped down hard and Gabriel threw his head back.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he yelled as he pumped deep into her pussy. Spurt after spurt, he kept coming, his hands tight on her hips as he bucked upward two, three, four times.

  She’d have bruises tomorrow. Wonderful marks from his hands and teeth, a reminder of their time together. She’d be deliciously sore and would have a memory to masturbate to for the rest of her life.

  No man would ever come close to making love like her boss just had. No man, and she really didn’t care. A woman rarely had this kind of experience in her life. The kind where your body was left in rapture and humming with exhaustion.

  She thought about moving off him as the silence between them stretched on but she literally couldn’t move.

  His finger tipped her chin up and he kissed her nose. “I have another conference call on Tuesday,” he said before he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.

  The End

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  Sierra Summers lives in the Metro-Detroit area in Michigan. She is a married mother of two wonderful boys and one precious girl. She also cares for two spoiled dogs.

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