“How could I not, sir? You’re handsome and so sexy. I couldn’t help myself. Am I a bad girl, sir?”
Declan grinned. “You’re a naughty secretary.”
He parted my wet seam and found my entrance. He pushed a finger inside me. I tensed as he buried it to the knuckle until the pad of his palm crushed my clitoris. My pussy contracted around the intrusion as he finger-fucked me with such expertise.
“Oh.” I writhed. “What are you going to do to me, sir?”
“What I should have done a long time ago. Fuck you.”
I whimpered.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days.”
“Please, sir, be gentle.”
“Why should I? A naughty girl like you?”
Declan pulled out his finger. He straightened his posture and pushed his pants all the way down to his ankles. He kicked them off. He thrust inside me a heartbeat later. His cock speared me open and he plunged until I felt beyond full. His thick shaft ploughed me until it hit my cervix. I gusted a long breath through my teeth.
“God. You’re so tight, Ms Knapp.”
I moaned. My pussy clenched around his shaft. “Does it please you, sir?”
He grunted with satisfaction. “I love it.” He made a shoving motion, smashing his balls against my perineum. “Now, about that hard fuck…”
I mewled in ecstasy when he lunged and yanked, thrust and pulled as hard as he could, so brutal and primal that he sent my mind into oblivion. Each stroke and pull was so savage and raw, the jackhammering thrusts reeling me into a deeper ecstasy. God. It was unbelievable. Each time. He loved me hard and fucked me good. I clung to him, trying to meet his slams. The pleasure climbed higher and higher…
“Harder, Mr Cairne. I need. Oh. Just a bit. A little harder…”
Declan swor
e and delivered what I needed. “Like this?” He pinned me on his desk and flooded me with a series of brutal fucks.
“Yes, yes, a bit more…”
He pounded me harder and faster until a knife-sharp orgasm tore through me. I screamed. The climax was so hard that I saw stars before my eyes. Declan pummelled another dozen thrusts into me before he surrendered and came inside me. His cock spurted his fertile seed in long spasms.
We panted together as we descended from the high-octane ecstasy. I felt like I had run a marathon. I was winded. But Declan wasn’t. He had amazing stamina.
He withdrew from me, trailing milky cream to my inner thigh and leg. I collected a dab and brought it to my mouth. A burst of salty flavour filled my palate. I loved the way he tasted. Creamy. Declan seemed to get a kick each time I did that. Maybe it was the affirmation he sought that I loved him, too. I did worship him. He was the centre of my life, one I couldn’t live without.
“What time does Bobby get out of school today?” he asked, helping me stand.
“Two-thirty.”
Declan glanced at his wristwatch. “It’s only one. We still have one and a half hours to ourselves. Let’s move to the bedroom.”
“But I have to start dinner. That pot roast won’t cook itself, you know?”
“We’ll eat out.” Declan swept me off the floor. “Right now, I want to eat you up. Do we have whipped cream in the fridge?”
Goody.