Millionaire Boss (Freeman Brothers 1)

Letting him slide deeply into my mouth, I let him reach as far back as my throat before sliding back up again, my hand sliding up with it and continuing to stroke him as I raised my lips off him. I glanced at his face to gauge his reaction, but his eyes were shut, his jaw open in a state of pleasure. It fueled me, and I dove back down onto him, tightening my mouth so I was wrapped around his cock and letting him slide in and out of me, my tongue caressing the soft, sensitive areas under it. One hand wrapped firmly around the base and stroked up with every motion, and the other massaged his balls underneath. Moans began to fill the room as he tightened his leg muscles around me, and his hands slid under my hair, at first just moving with me and then guiding me faster. I kept his rhythm and then increased, a hunger for him taking over and making me crave his pleasure, to desire his orgasm as if it were my own.

Two of my own fingers slid down between my thighs, and I touched myself as I stroked him into my mouth. Every sensation was on overload, and I increased my bobbing on him even more, letting him slide as far down my throat as I dared. He moaned loudly and then tightened his fingers in my hair. He held me in place, and I rubbed my clit as he came in my mouth. I suckled him, wanting every drop of his essence, and he shook as he emptied into me. Just as he seemed to be done, I slid my mouth off him, and our eyes met.

“I’m not done,” he grumbled.

Lifting me by my chin, his strong, gentle touch guided me to stand. I continued to stroke him until he spun me around and bent me over the desk. I spread my legs to invite him to me, and he wasted no time plunging his thick cock deep inside. He stayed there a moment, and we basked in the glory of his body filling mine. When I had adjusted to him, wrapping around his throbbing mass like a glove, he began to slam into me.

Stars filled my vision as he fucked me deeply, an animalistic grunt welling up from his chest as he took me, dominating me in that moment. I was vulnerable and open and unequivocally his, and he worshiped me with his cock and his hands that clasped at my ass. I could feel the coming rush of another earth-shattering climax, and I clasped onto the desk sides, pushing my hips into him. His speed increased as he pulled me by my hips, and I felt like he stretched me until I could take no more. The wave of the orgasm rolled over me, and a deep, furious growl rolled up from behind as he came again, this time deep inside my pussy, and we throbbed together, riding the wave as one. Sweat rolled down the small of my back as he pressed down into me, emptying himself fully and letting my body milk him. When there was nothing left, he sank down to the floor, pulling me with him, and our mouths crushed into one another for a deep, satisfied kiss.

So, we ended up here again, I thought to myself a few minutes later. Sprawled across each other, sweaty and breathing heavy. Only this time I didn’t immediately jump away from him and start to get dressed. We had slid down and were now stretched out on his office floor, my head on his chest and his arm draped lazily over my hip. I lifted my head just enough to look over to where Rosie had moved into the doorway of the bathroom attached to Quentin’s office. The puppy was staring at us, her head tilted to the side as if she seemed to be trying to figure out what was happening. I couldn’t help but shudder. That wasn’t a memory I particularly wanted to hang on to.

“At some point we should try this in a bed,” Quentin mumbled, turning to press a kiss to my head.

I could have said anything else, but my stupid after sex brain could only think of one thing.

“I’m pregnant,” I said.

There was a beat of silence.

“I mean, I know I’m good. But I don’t think you would be able to know that fast,” he joked.

“No, Quentin, I’m pregnant.”

He sat up, and it forced me to move off him and sit up to face him.

“That’s not funny,” he said.

I shook my head, starting to say I knew it wasn’t, but instead broke down in tears.

39

Quentin

Merry’s words were ringing through my head, like she was saying them over and over even though I knew she’d only said them once. Well, twice. She had to say them twice because I had to make a stupid joke when she said it the first time. Now I realized that was actually why she came to the office that day. However, we ended up detouring down the path of talking about our feelings, though it was obvious she had come to see me that that day with the intention of telling me the news.