Mia Knight
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C12, PT. 5
🕑 Added 2024-06-13 15:00:03 +0000 UTCHe slipped off his jacket and reached to the back of his waist to pull out his gun. He tossed it in a drawer and without taking his eyes from her, sat, and rolled his chair forward so he was between her legs. “Lie back.”
Her legs quivered in anticipation, but… “I want you inside me.”
“You’ll get me, but first, I’m going to do what I should have the first time you walked into this office. Now, lay down and spread for me.”
Her thighs clamped together as she felt herself oozing. “Your papers…”
“Don’t mean shit to me.”
His fingers probed and easily slipped inside her. His eyes lit with greed, making her seep even more.
“You know you want it.”
Her toes curled as his fingers mimicked what he should be doing with his dick. She fought her response as her eyes went to the view beyond him. Having his employees get a glimpse of them was one thing, but now there was a potential audience of thousands of the most influential people in the city in the buildings across from them. “Your windows.”
“What about them?”
“If someone sees…”
“That’s what you like.”
She placed her foot on his shoulder and glared at him. “I never said—”
“You don’t need to. I can read between the lines in your work and what happened just now. You were freaked, but also turned on.”
“You…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because he curled two fingers, making her jerk like a puppet on a string.
As she arched, he took advantage and hooked his hands under her knees, forcing her flat on her back. Without further ado, he spread her thighs, and put his mouth on her.
A hand kept her splayed for his pleasure, on the edge of his desk, vulnerable to whatever he chose to inflict on her. Apparently, his goal was to drive her out of her mind. He was going so deep, she knew his beard was going to be soaked. That shouldn’t concern her. It usually didn’t, but they were in his office, and he probably had more meetings, and that freaking door was still unlocked… But her worries were buried under the avalanche of pleasure he lavished on her. He fed from her as if her taste were addictive, as if he gained sustenance from what he extracted from her.
His bearded chin scraped overstimulated flesh. She let out a pitiful moan as she tried to get away from that relentless tongue that threatened to make her eyes roll.
“God, you make me happy,” he growled against her as she convulsed. “You’re the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Tell me you crave this as much as I do.”
“Roth, please.” She squealed when he bit her inner thigh. She reached down to run her fingers through his sweaty hair to appease him. “I’m sorry, Jamie.”
His teeth were replaced by his tongue. “What do you want, princess?”
“You in me.”
“Soon.” He spread her labia and blew, making her shudder. “Is this what you came for? You couldn’t wait for me to come home to see to you?”
His voice was low and rough.
“I… I came for…”
“What, princess?”
“To give you a treat,” she got out before his mouth clamped on her clit. “Oh my God! I can’t!” Her head jerked violently to the left as pleasurable zaps lanced through her body. Just when she thought she was going over the edge, he pulled back.
“A treat,” he purred as he strummed her clit with calloused fingers. “Yes, you brought me a tasty treat.”
“Not me. A sweet, uh…” Her mind short-circuited as he toyed with her. Why couldn’t she think of the name of that round pastry she bought from the coffee shop? That gooey thing with chocolate chips that seemed so divine half an hour ago. Now, she couldn’t think of anything more appetizing than sticking her tongue in her husband’s mouth or sucking him off. “I can’t talk when you’re licking me.”
“Yes, you can,” he rumbled. “Mo texted me that you were going out. Where did you go?”
“I… I…”
“Yes?”
“I went with Sarai to… Oh my God.”
“Focus, princess.”
“The only thing I can focus on is you. Please, Jamie. I need you.”
He groaned against her pussy, making her walls convulse as it yearned to be plundered. He wiped his damp beard on her inner thigh before he rose and gripped the front of her throat to pull her into a sitting position. She swayed, drunk on desire and giddy over what she knew was coming. He latched onto her mouth as he slid inside her. She squirmed. No matter how many times he took her, there was that tiny bite of pain because he was just a tad too big. If he was an inch shorter, it would be more comfortable. As if he could read her thoughts, he pumped his hips, making her moan into his mouth.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she said through clenched teeth.
His lips peeled back from his teeth in a silent snarl. “Pain reminds you that you’re alive.” His gaze lowered to where they were joined. “There’s no better hell than this.”
She tugged at the hand collaring her. “Hell?”
His hold tightened enough to make her go rigid.
“Thought I knew what hell was,” he said against her lips. “Thought I knew what heaven was too, but you proved me wrong again.”
Before she could respond, he swung her off the desk, scattering the blueprint and several other papers that were stuck to her to the ground. He bounced her on his dick as he carried her to the glass wall and gave her a sweet kiss before he set her on her feet and faced her away from him. Even as he gripped her ass and positioned her for penetration, she took in the street below, which looked comically tiny and the countless buildings, including her father’s. She stepped back, right onto Roth’s dick.
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Comments
Simonna
“God, you make me happy,” he growled against her as she convulsed. 🥰😍Omg, Roth being happy!? 🤯
Simonna
“Is this what you came for? You couldn’t wait for me to come home to see to you?” Fuck, he is so sexy and virile 🔥💣🫦
