Page 14 of Weathering the Storm of the Century

“Oh, God…” I whimpered, my hands latching onto his forearm.

“I can’t wait to see your sweet pussy, baby,” he said as one finger slipped inside me easily. “I can’t wait to see how wet it is for me.”

A second finger joined the first, and I moaned as I felt the muscles in Cutter’s arm flex with each thrust of his fingers into my drenched center. His breath was hot on my skin as he nuzzled my neck, my feet stepping aside, opening my legs wider for him. There was just something so sinful about being finger fucked, and it was clear that Cutter knew what he was doing when it came to foreplay.

“Can you take another finger?” he asked darkly, and my entire body clenched around him. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

I couldn’t stop my moan as Cutter added a third finger to his assault on my body, and even as high as I felt from what he was doing to me, I still couldn’t believe that I was letting my boss fuck me three-fingers deep. The slick sounds that were filling the room sounded lewd but sexy, and with every second that went by, I knew why sluts were much happier than prudes.

“Fuck, your cunt is so damn tight,” he growled between peppering my skin with kisses. “It’s going to feel incredible wrapped around my cock.”

“Cutter…” I gasped. “Oh, God…”

“As soon as you cum on my fingers, I’m going to bend you over my desk, then fuck the hell out of your pussy, baby,” he vowed. “I’m going to take these past two years out on your delectable body, and I don’t care how many times you beg me to stop.”

I could feel heat fan across my skin like an uncontrollable wave. Men made promises like that all the time, but something told me that Cutter Moore could back it up. The man never slept and worked like a machine, so I had no doubt that he had the stamina to go all night. He was relentless in everything that he did, so I couldn’t imagine that sex was any different for him.

“Cutter…I’m going to cum…” I cried out. “Don’t stop…”

“If we weren’t in this position, I’d be deep in both your pussy and ass, finger fucking you until you couldn’t take it anymore,” he said, making my head spin with how unabashedly dirty he was. “I’d be filling you up everywhere, baby.”

Before I could even form a thought, Cutter’s free hand was in my hair, yanking on it, forcing my eyes open. “Cutter…”

“Once I get you into my bed, I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock while I fill both that pussy and ass of yours with my fingers, Merritt.” My body immediately began trembling. “I’m going to use every fucking inch of you, then use everything that I have to make you see God, baby.”

I cried out as I came all over his fingers, every fiber of my being shaking with an orgasm that rocked me to my core. My entire body was embroiled in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, and the blood that was rushing through my head almost felt painful.

“Oh, God…Cutter…oh, Christ…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted, his voice dark and breaking with each tremor of my body. “Christ, you’re beautiful when you cum.”

When my legs finally gave out on me, I felt Cutter’s other arm wrap around my waist, holding me up and close to his body. I was a useless mess as my body kept riding that euphoric wave, and I wasn’t sure that it was ever going to stop. The shock felt like it was getting stronger, not weaker, and I had no idea how that was possible.

“Cutter…I-”

“Shh, baby,” he whispered as he finally removed his fingers, my pussy still clenching, though it was empty. “I’ve got you.”

When I dropped my head back to look up at him, he had a determined look in his eyes, and I recognized that look. It was the same one that he wore whenever shit was about to hit the fan. It was the look that he wore when there was about to be a reckoning, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” I asked weakly.

“Baby, you have no idea.”

Chapter 9

Cutter~

Merritt looked up at me like she’d been drugged, and it made me feel like a king. Making her cum on my fingers felt like one of my greatest accomplishments ever, and that was saying something when you factored in all that I’d done by the age of thirty.

With Merritt still trying to get her bearings, I walked us over to the desk, pushing everything off it in one fell swoop. She let out a gasp, but whatever was broken could be replaced. What couldn’t be replaced or ever replicated was this moment with her. While I planned on fucking her endlessly during our relationship, there was going to be a first time only once, and I was going to do everything that I could to make sure that the experience was burned into the back of her mind forever.

Grabbing the waistband of her jeans, I yanked them down and over her hips, pushing them down until the fabric pooled around her knees. As much as I wanted to see her naked and splayed out before me, I needed to get inside her more than I needed to take my next fucking breath. My need for her was damn near maniacal, and I honestly wasn’t sure if that feeling was ever going to go away.

Seeing Merritt bent over my desk, I couldn’t help myself. I dropped on my haunches, then pushed those perfect globes apart, giving me a view of what belonged to me now. Though she felt like we might be moving too fast, I couldn’t move this along quick enough. I finally had everything that I’d ever wanted ready for the taking, and I wasn’t going to stop until every single piece of Merritt Dale was mine.

I dragged my tongue from her pussy to her ass, and she tasted just as good as I’d been fantasizing. “Christ, you taste like my new favorite snack,” I rasped against her center. “I could eat you out all fucking night long, baby.”

“Cutter…” she mewled.

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