Page 20 of City of Wind and Lies

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Wren’s head nods obediently against the top of my desk at my command. Her hooded baby blues peer up at me, and I waste no time in unzipping my slacks, hooking my thumb in the waistband, and pushing them down my hips with my boxer briefs.

Fisting my cock, I drag it through her soaked cunt, coating my length in her juices before lining my head up at her entrance. I thrust inside and we both stifle a moan as her inner walls clamp down around me.

The pieces of the puzzle all collided together when I saw that douchebag standing in my lobby. How I didn't recognize her sooner is beyond me.

I can't tell you the number of times I've jerked off like a fucking teenager to the memory of that night at the Monarch Club. I was fine with it being a one-night stand, easing the stress I felt from my old man's threat of my position. But fuck, now that she's here, under me again, I can’t resist.

Her mouth hangs open in a silent cry, eyes screwed closed and hands splayed out against my desk, trying to hold herself in place as my hips snap violently against the soft flesh of her pert ass.

A low moan escapes her throat when I slap my hand down on her creamy skin as I bottom out. I band an arm around her waist, my other hand gripping her throat as I pull her back against my heaving chest. My knees bend as I keep hammering inside her, her body slack in my grip as I nip at her ear. "I said be quiet, Bella. Don't you want to be a good girl for me?"

I loosen my grip on her throat and she chokes out a desperate plea. "Yes, I'll be good. Don't stop."

I don’t. I continue rutting into her senselessly, groaning at the sensation of her tight heat wrapped around me.

"I'm gonna come," she pants as the warm wet walls of her pussy start to flutter around my cock.

"Not yet, Passerotta," I grit out. "You come when I say you can."

"Please," she begs.

"Cazzo, I like to hear you beg."

"Please, Bowie," she whines again.

The way my name sounds falling from her lips as I use her body for my pleasure pushes me dangerously close to the edge. My fingers flex around the column of her neck as my other hand finds her clit and gives it a pinch.

"Now, Passerotta. Make a mess on my dick."

My balls tighten as I find my release and her eyes roll back in her head as she lets go with me. I fold us over the desk, holding myself up on my elbows as her body quakes beneath mine. Our heavy pants fill the silence around us and the smell of sex hangs heavy in the air. Once I've caught my breath, I ease out of her slowly, cum coating my dick and her thighs as I sink back into a chair. Her body stays slumped against the front of my desk, giving me a perfect view of her weeping cunt.

As the adrenaline starts to ebb away, reality comes slamming back in.

She's my employee.

And I just fucked her in my office.

In the middle of the day.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I start to hear my father’s voice in my head, scolding me for mixing business with pleasure. Just as I start to go down the mental rabbit hole of potential consequences of my actions, Wren presses herself upright, tugging her skirt down and turning to face me.

Her long lashes flutter around her baby blues, a sated smile gracing her swollen lips. But as I prepare myself for the awkward exchange I know is about to come, she drops to her knees and crawls between my legs.

Madonna Mia.

I flinch as her lithe fingers curl around my softening cock.

"Wren," I start.

She bats her eyelashes up at me with her bottom lip protruding in a seductive pout. "Shouldn't I be a good girl and clean up my mess?"

Fuck me.

I may not be a man of many words- it's easier to keep from incriminating myself that way- but she's rendered me speechless.

I watch in suspended disbelief as her tongue traces the full length of my shaft. She works her mouth over the head of my dick, licking and sucking away the mixture of our releases. I thread my fingers into her blonde locks, cupping the base of her skull as her head bobs over my lap. She hums lightly as she works, and I can’t help but shiver as she rolls the barbells with each pass of her tongue.

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