Corporate Temptress

“More,” she said. “Harder.”

Sweat dripped off his nose, landing onto her back, and he loved that, losing himself completely in this woman. He gave it to her harder than he ever had to anyone before, in worry that he’d somehow hurt the woman and thinking of her over himself.

With Brooke, he didn’t have to. She’d given him the right to become primal and only care about how he wanted to get off. He didn’t want to make love. He wanted to fuck. No messy emotions. No care or concern than losing oneself in the basic need to allow his manhood to fully unleash itself. Prove his strength, his ability to bang this woman senseless.

His pelvis slapped against her sexy ass, and the sounds of her wet pussy urged him on as dampness spread over his balls. Each thrust into her pussy had her vibrating against him, and her tight cunt treated his cock to one hell of a ride.

He grunted, increasing his force. “You’ll take more.”

“Yes.” She gasped. “Oh God.”

Pushing more weight onto her shoulders, he held no concern of whether it made her uncomfortable, only knowing he released all his frustrations here and now. Quickening his thrusts, skin smacked against skin and her screams intensified as did his shouts. His breath was shallow and he ignored the way his muscles exhausted. He pushed past his need to fall into a heap of spent man because his orgasm climbed.

Higher…

Higher…

Each hard thrust drew it closer. The heat rushing through his veins all settled into his balls and he gave a round of unforgiveable thrusts into her cunt that should leave her bruised. Her responsive screaming declared she loved every second of it.

When her cunt sputtered wetness along his ball sac, he took that as the invitation to give in to his climax. He slammed himself all the way to the hilt and his cum exploded from his body in such a rush, he bucked against her. Every muscle strained with the intensity as he ejaculated in mind-blowing spurts.

On the last pulse of his cock, all his strength evaporated and he dropped down on top of her, his sweaty body meeting hers. He lowered his head into her neck and his breathing was harsh, as was hers.

Inhaling deep, he scented the sweet strawberry aroma of her shampoo mixed with sex emanating off them, making him damn proud. There he stayed. His cock softened within her, but he hadn’t the energy to withdraw.

Not until she squirmed under him and gave a soft whimper did he remember that a woman lay under his thick frame. Unable to support himself, he rolled off to the side, pulling himself out of her. He lay on his back, his heart thumping and his breath unable to catch.

A few moments passed before her soft chuckle drew him out of the haze and his mind rebounded to a coherent state. He glanced sideways, finding her makeup running down the corners of her eyes. She looked well-used up, all mussed, and he liked her that

way. He wanted to pull her to him as he normally would to offer some physical contact after sex, but he was too hot and his arm couldn’t move.

“That was incredible,” she said, breathless.

To his shock, she left the bed and entered the bathroom. When he heard the shower running, he laughed and wiped the sweat from his brow. He considered joining her, but decided that would require moving, which he couldn’t do now.

Brooke was so unpredictable, so unlike the women he’d known before her. She never did anything he expected. Never went back on her word that this was simply a no-strings-attached arrangement. She didn’t look to him to cuddle the way most women craved.

Hadn’t that caught him up?

Within a few short minutes, she had returned and all the makeup had been washed from her face. Somehow, he liked her better this way. She looked much more innocent than the woman he’d known her to be. Her hair was soaked, dripping water over her breasts, and even the nice view couldn’t rouse him again.

He had done what he’d hoped they do—fuck until exhausted.

Giving him a sweet little smile, she came to sit beside him on the bed, keeping her distance. While he understood her actions, he discovered he liked the feel of a naked woman lying next to him after sex.

He chuckled, latched on to her waist, causing her to gasp then he tucked her into his side. She seemed uncomfortable at first, all tense, but after a moment, she settled in next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I think your plan went to shit.” At her silence, he added, “You did this to sate a need that I doubt has evaporated.”

“Hmm…quite the dilemma.” She pushed herself into him, wiggling those glorious tits against his ribcage. “In the best interests of the company, we have to make sure your mind is always focused.”

He grinned. “How do you plan to keep me on track?”

Rising up against his chest, she gave a sexy-as-sin smile. “Fuck the lack of focus out of you, of course.” Her tongue trailed a wicked path against his bottom lip, and this woman had no off switch.

Pushing against her, he forced her onto her back, sliding between her legs. Her breasts drew his focus as they rested beneath him before he glanced up into her face. “Be in my best interest to lose focus often?”

“Both our interests, I believe.” Once again, there was that husky voice of hers that he thought he had screwed right out of her. She slid her finger across his jaw and her head tilted. “You know, you never did answer my question.”