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His office is quiet, minus the soft thumping of the music downstairs

“So, are you going to yell at me for talking back to a customer?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Fuck no. I’m going to do this.” Pierce stalks to me, cups the back of my neck, and crashes his lips onto mine.

Chapter 13

Wesley

Instantly, he backs me against the wall. I feel Pierce’s cock press into me as he runs his hands through my hair, pulling me closer to him. My hands slide up and down his back, then into his hair. He pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth, and I shiver.

“Hmm, so we're going to make out instead?” I ask.

“Something like that,” Pierces replies before kissing me again.

Pulling back, he spins us around and lifts me onto his desk. My legs spread, and he stands between them, gripping my thighs as he slams his lips down on mine. I sit on my hands and let him touch me.

My cock is aching in my pants, and I only get a moment of relief when he touches me.

“Mmm,” I groan against his lips.

Our lips part, and we both look down at where Pierce is rubbing my dick over my slacks.

“You want my mouth, baby?” He teases my lips with his tongue as my breath hitches.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan. I reach to touch him, but he grips my wrist and pins it behind my back.

He chuckles darkly. “I’ll suck that cock, baby, but only if you keep your hands to yourself. So, will you be a good boy and keep your hands on the desk?”

I nod enthusiastically and he grins at me.

Releasing my wrists, I put my hands on the desk and watch as Pierce shrugs off his suit jacket, places it on a chair, and kneels between my legs. I never thought I’d see him like this. In my dreams, sure, but he’s such a dominant man that I figured this was something he wouldn’t do. At least, that’s been my experience with other super-dominant guys.

I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.

The way he unzips my pants and fishes out my cock with urgency tells me exactly how wrong I am. He seems excited about going down on me. The urge to touch him is strong. I can see his dick pressing against his slacks, and I want to touch it—stroke it. I don’t know what I want more, him touching me or me touching him.

But all those thoughts go out the window when his mouth envelops me. So fucking hot and wet. I exhale out loud and grip the desk. He’s not gentle as he sucks me. His cheeks hollow out, and he bobs his head up and down like it’s his mission to drive me wild with need.

It’s working.

“Fuck me,” I gasp when he cups my balls and rolls them in his warm hand.

A passing thought makes me ask, “What happens if I can’t keep my hands on the desk?”

He lifts up with a wicked smirk on his face. “Then I’m going to stop sucking your cock, punish your ass and send you back out there with your cock hard and aching.”

My eyebrows lift. “Seriously?”

“I’m always serious,” he replies. “Your ass will be red and filled with my cum, and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.”

Images of me over his knee getting spanked, dripping with cum, penetrate my mind, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me.

“I had a feeling you’d like that, you little slut. Now be quiet and let your boss make you come.”

My mouth closes tight, and I watch him go back to bobbing his head. The slurping and kissing sounds are the best soundtrack to this moment. I try not to come too quickly. The visuals and the sounds don’t help. Plus, he’s incredible. He knows just how to squeeze and suck and lick.

“Jesus fuck,” I hiss when his tongue plays with the tip of my cock, and he licks the drops of pre-cum seeping out.

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