Giving In To Love (Strong Brothers 2)

In one hard thrust, he pushed inside me. Our groans reverberated through the room and it seemed impossible to me that the marketing department, or hell, the entire building, didn't know what we were doing. And in that moment, I didn't care because inside me Hunter Strong felt so, so good. He withdrew and thrust again, each time the friction building and it was so fantastic, I couldn't hardly believe it.

"Tell me you're going to come," his voice said harshly in my ear.

I was so close. Nearly there. And as badly as I wanted to come, I also thought it was too fast. I didn't want it to end. Not something this good. Not yet.

He pushed me back so that I was laying on my desk. With one hand holding onto my hip, his other one slid over my thigh, and his thumb began to rub my clit. I might've wanted it to last longer, but now it was out of my control. The minute he rubbed my hard, aching clit my entire body went taut as pleasure mushroomed like a nuclear blast, and then spread like wildfire throughout my body.

I cried out. My hands gripping the desk as my world seemed to spiral away in pleasure.

"Fuck…yes come on me…fuck me…” Hunter was chanting as he continued to thrust and thrust. He drew out my orgasm or maybe I was having many of them one after the other. I didn't know. All I knew was that it was so good. So, so good.

9

Hunter

I was no stranger to sex, but Jesus fucking Christ, Natalie’s pussy gripped my dick like it would never let go. Stars were bursting behind my eyes. My hips pistoned back and forth as I drove hard and fast like a fucking freight train toward oblivion. I didn’t want it to end, and yet, any minute my lungs were going to bu

rst and my thighs were going to give out.

“Oh God…” she moaned and her pussy squeezed my dick again, and that was it. I plunged in hard, shoving the desk as I shot off. I kept coming, more and more with each thrust until my body went completely lax.

My lungs burned as I worked to suck air after the intense orgasm nearly brought me to my knees. "Holy hell."

I was finally able to get my vision and focus again and looked at Natalie on her back over her desk. She brought both her hands over her eyes. "Oh my God I can't believe I just did that."

I couldn't either. But I couldn't regret having done it. Of course, I put the cart before the horse. I was supposed to have a discussion about fucking her first. I withdrew from her and held out my hand to help her up. She took it, but once she was sitting, she pushed me away. Her hands were a flurry of movement as she fixed her dress. She jumped off her desk straightening her clothes.

"Get dressed," she demanded of me.

I considered telling her that, no, I was going to walk around with my pants around my ankles all day. But now didn't seem to be a good time for our kind of banter. So, I pulled up my pants and put myself back together as well.

The endorphins from the orgasm were still flying through my body, and I scraped my hands over my face as the magnitude and intensity of that orgasm overwhelmed me. It was no secret that I liked sex, a lot of it. But it'd been a long time, if ever, that I had an orgasm that nearly knocked me off my feet. I glanced at her and she was still fluttering around in a tizzy.

Hoping to calm her little bit, I moved to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Natalie."

She stepped out of my grasp and hurried behind her desk. "I can't believe we did that. I fucked my boss, for God sake." Finally, she looked up and made eye contact with me. "That can't happen again. Ever."

"That's going to be easier said than done, don't you think?" I didn’t want to be a jerk, but it didn’t seem possible that she and I could be around each other and not have this chemistry build to the point that we’d end up fucking again.

Her brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?”

"I think we've been building to this from the first time you walked into my office."

The quizzical expression morphed into anger. "Just because I have breasts doesn't mean I'm another one of your wham bam thank you ma'am women."

I sighed and sat down in the chair. "That's not what I meant."

Her brow arched. "Didn't you?"

I looked down, pretending that I was straightening my tie, when in fact I was realizing to a certain extent, she was right. Not that I wanted to fuck every woman I ever met, but I suppose I’d seen her as an object of sexual release. Still, I hadn’t imagined her reaction. She was as into me as I was her. After all, she got on her knees and sucked my dick.

"The point is, despite what we think or feel about each other, we have this crazy chemistry. You would agree to that, wouldn’t you?"

She sank back into her chair, as if she acquiesced to my comment, but didn't like it.

"I didn't come in here to fuck you, but I did come in here to make you a proposition."

She gave me her usual smirk. "Proposition?"