Page 19 of The Bonus

Confusing.

“Gabriel.”

“Don’t.” He cuts me off with another kiss and I can feel his arousal grow, hitting fever pitch.

Something changed with our kiss.

The fire is out of control, a blazing inferno.

He pushes me back down onto the desk and with his eyes locked on mine, he unbuttons his shirt and drops his pants.

His huge dick springs free.

My eyes widen… Is this really happening?

He bends and licks me between my legs and spits a little to lubricate me.

Oh my god.

He did not just do that.

Don’t wake me up because if this is a fantasy dream…I am all in. This is porn sex, big-dick, spitting, fucking-your-boss-on-his-desk porn sex.

His skin has a sheen of perspiration all over and with his dark eyes fixed on me, he licks his lips in anticipation.

My arousal hits fever pitch.

He’s just so… Never have I seen someone so ridiculously hot.

He stands and swipes the tip of his cock through my swollen lips as we stare at each other.

Then, without hesitation, he pushes forward and slides in to the hilt. “Ohhh…” My body ripples around his.

The air leaves my lungs at his size. “Good lord,” I moan.

Thankfully, all the stationery fucking has prepared me for this wide load.

Ouch… That smarts.

I’m grateful for my trusty vibrator right now. Well done, Bob.

All our intimate nights alone have paid off, if I hadn’t been fucking you all this time, I would have just been split in half.

He slowly pulls out and slams in hard.

Actually, I still might…ahhhh.

I’m completely at his mercy like this.

He slams into me again and the air is knocked from my lungs. It’s a wonder the desk doesn’t break.

“Gabriel…” I whimper. “Easy…”

Fucking hell.

“Sorry,” he mutters, distracted. He slows, and in a more measured and controlled way he slowly loosens me up.

With his hands gripping my hip bones, we fall into a rhythm. Strong, thick pumps and I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and hell…I can’t even see.

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