Page 33 of Sins and Secrets

Fuck, I want that in my mouth.

I swirl my fingers around my clit as he grips his cock. His hand slides up and down the length, his thumb swirling over the head. I picture my tongue tracing the same path as his hand as I move my fingers faster against my clit. My pussy starts to pulse as I lean back and brace myself with one hand against the desk.

Everything about this feels wrong, but it only makes my pussy that much slicker.

“Put your fingers in your mouth and taste yourself,” he says as he tightens his grip on his cock. “Show me what a filthy little whore you really are.”

I stare at him for a minute, my mind short-circuiting at the way he speaks to me.

“Billie.” He gets out of his seat and shoves my hand out of the way, plunging two fingers into me and massaging my inner walls. He pulls his fingers out and holds them to my lips. “I told you to taste yourself. Lick my fingers like you’re going to be begging to lick my cock.”

My tongue darts out and swirls around his fingers, tracing the seam between them the same way I plan on tracing the vein that runs the length of his cock.

“Beg for it, Bille. Beg for me to slam my cock into you. We both know you want it.”

I want to tell him that this is wrong and that we should stop, but I want it too much. Alessio has been the source of my wet dreams for far longer than I would ever care to admit. He’s been the one I’ve pictured slamming into me from behind or shoving his cock down my throat for years.

“Please fuck me,” I say, begging in a voice that I barely recognize as my own. “Please fuck me. I need your cock.”

Alessio chuckles and weaves his fingers through my hair. He pulls me to him, his mouth colliding with mine in a searing kiss. My core clenches around his fingers as he thrusts into me. He rocks his fingers deeper and deeper as he bites down on my lip.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” he says, crooking his fingers.

He pulls my hair, forcing my back into a deeper arch. I bite down on the moan that threatens to escape me. There is no way that we can get caught before I get to feel his cock stretching me.

My legs shake as my orgasm comes hard and fast. Wetness soaks his hand, and he keeps thrusting his fingers into me, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible.

“Stand up and turn around,” he says, stepping back slightly and gripping his cock.

I hurry to turn around, bending over the desk and arching my back. Alessio groans softly as his hand sinks into my hair once more. He pulls my head back with one hand and grabs my hip with the other as his cock slides into me.

Alessio rolls his hips, sinking himself deeper until he’s buried to the hilt. My pussy pulses around him as he starts to thrust. His hard cock fills me in ways I didn’t know possible, stretching me to my limit.

The desk bites into my hips, creating a slight pain that only adds to the pleasure.

Alessio rocks his hips faster, thrusting harder and faster as his cock starts to throb. His grip on my hip is bruising as my pussy clenches down around him.

“That’s right, Billie,” he says as he slams into me. I hear a crash as something falls to the floor. Moaning, I push back onto his cock as he pulls out completely before slamming back into me. “Milk my cock with your tight little pussy.”

His hand leaves my hair to slide around my body. His fingers press against my clit and it’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Alessio groans, thrusting faster as I come on his cock.

“Turn around,” he says, pulling out of me. “And get on your knees.”

I do as he asks, running my hands up his thighs before wrapping one around his cock. He pulls my hand off his cock before taking both of my wrists in his hand. Alessio holds them above my head as he shoves his cock into my mouth.

I hollow my cheeks and try to keep up with him as he thrusts, his cock throbbing. He rocks his hips, driving himself to the back of my throat as he comes.

When he pulls out, he looks down at me and shakes his head. His eyes are wide as he takes a step back and tucks his cock back into his pants. My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip as he seemingly pulls himself together.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I lost control. It was a mistake and it’s not going to happen again.” Alessio clears his throat and looks at the broken picture frame on the ground. “Once you’re dressed, clean that up and then I want you to look through the calendar and prioritize my meetings and events for the next two weeks. Send it to me when you’re done.”

He doesn’t look back at me as he strides over to the door to his office and disappears inside.

I take a deep breath and fight the tears that threaten to fall. Though the sex was the best I’ve ever had, I know he’s right and that it can’t happen again. Our relationship is complicated at best.

While he may be the only man who seems to know my deepest fantasies without me telling him, it’s not going to happen again.

It would have been one thing to call fucking in his office a mistake and then instructing me to get to work. I could have handled that. I know that we shouldn’t fuck. That my father could kill Alessio if he ever found out.

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