Page 26 of Call Me Sir

He’s stuck the tip of his dick in me!

I buck my hips back and try to gyrate.

“Stop!”

The sharp tone startles me and I drop my full body weight into the counter.

“I’ve got a condom on, by the way.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“That alone proves I need to.”

I stifle a laugh. Okay, he’s not wrong.

My humor is shaken when he thrusts deep into me.

A loud moan leaves me.

“Shit.” That’s fucking embarrassing.

Gripping the counter, I bite my tongue.

“Don’t you dare hold back those pretty little moans, Cole.”

“O-okay,” I gasp, waiting for him to move again.

But he doesn’t. I’m impaled on his thick, hard dick and I’m not allowed to move.

“P-please,” I plead, sweat trickling down my forehead.

My dick aches. No, my balls ache. My whole body is pleading for release.

“No. Sit there and take it like I know you can.”

He shifts and it sets me off. Instantly I’m fucking him greedily.

I’m so close I can feel the ring of my orgasm building, ready to encircle me.

Before I reach climax, he tears his dick from me and I’m left feeling empty.

“OH!”

I whip my head around in frustration.

My fury disintegrates the moment I lock gazes with those dark eyes that burn with… I don’t know what the hell it is, but instantly I turn around and hunch my shoulders.

When he finally speaks, I flinch.

“Your self control is abysmal. At work and in bed. I can fix that for you.”

I’m not sure if I’m allowed to move or speak.

Grazing a finger along my lower back, he begins to peel the shirt from my body and lifts it over my head. I follow his lead and let him undress me fully.

How badly I wish I could peek at him and his muscles.

He tosses my shirt onto the floor with the rest of my clothes.

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