Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“What do you mean?”

“She wants to meet you.”

My eyes hold his. “Why?”

“Because she wants to intimidate you and make you feel insecure.” He grabs me by the waist again and drags me to him.

It’s too late, she already has.

“You fought?” I frown. He begins to unfasten my buttons one by one.

“A bit.”

“Did you call her back? Is that why you came to bed late?”

“No.” He concentrates on my buttons. “I stayed up because I was angry, and I didn’t want you to have to see me like that.”

I pull his face to meet mine. “I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me.”

His eyes darken and he puts his hands under the hem of my skirt, lifting it up over my hips. “You want to know what emotion I’m feeling right now?” He sits me up on the counter and slips my high heels off.

I nod, although I have a pretty good idea already.

He kisses me, all suction, all domination, and he lies me back over the counter. With his eyes locked on mine, he pulls my panties to the side and slides two thick fingers deep inside my sex.

“Oh.” My eyes close involuntarily.

He pumps me hard and then lifts my legs up so that my feet are resting up on his chest in front of me. He begins to work me, deep and aggressive, his eyes dark and holding mine.

“You want to know what I’m feeling right now?” he whispers as his hand begins to really work me. My body begins to move on the counter from the force of his hand.

“I’m feeling like I can’t let you go to work looking like that without feeding that beautiful cunt of yours.”

My stomach flips.

God, he’s filthy. “She’s a very hungry girl,” I whisper. “Starving.”

He curls his lip in arousal, and his fingers work me so hard that I wince from the sting.

He unzips his fly, drops his pants and briefs, pulls my panties to the side, and then he lifts my legs over his shoulders and slides in deep.

The sheer size of him takes possession of my body, and I lose all coherent thought. His eyes flicker with a dark arousal.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.

He pulls completely out, and then he uses his hand to bounce his hard cock onto my pubic bone a few times before he slides back in and repeats the delicious movement.

My body ripples around him. The man is a god.

He adds a deep circular movement that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

He pulls completely out again and bounces his cock back onto my pubic bone. When he slides it deep inside me again, my insides melt. What must we look like? Him dressed in a suit and ready for work, me laid out for his pleasure.

That’s what this is: his pleasure, and I’m just the lucky woman who gets to give it to him.

Spencer Jones takes what he needs. He doesn’t care about the rules. When he wants it, he takes it.

This is the best breakfast date ever.