Page 47 of Never Say Yes To Your Boss

I realize through the haze in my head and the pleasure that’s making my whole body throb that I still have the condom tucked between my fingers. I run my fingers under Everleigh’s chin, turning her face up.

“Gotta stand up,” I pant. “So I can put this on and punish you for sneaking that one in.”

“Ooh, punish me?” She grins, her eyes sparkling. “Sounds like fun. What did you have in mind? Splitting me in half with that monster appendage of yours?”

Oh my god.“I have no idea because when you say things like that, I can’t think. And I’m sorry I have such a big member. It can’t be comfortable.”

She stands up, shaking her head. “You’re not sorry, and neither am I. I like how it hurts. I like it a lot. But I’d like it a lot more if you put that condom on and make good on your threats while I soap up your hair with the manly-smelling shampoo in that bottle behind you.” She points it out.

I tear open the package and try my best to work with the condom, which can only be described as extremely old, though not expired, and the deluge of the shower. The water actually makes things harder, not easier. The condom is a slippery bitch, and my dick is…well, we’ve already talked about that. It’s not easy to fit into the damn thing.

“How do you know the shampoo is manly smelling? Maybe I like washing my hair in roses?”

“It says cedar and apples on the bottle. I’m pretty sure that would be manly scented.”

“Alright, fine, it’s manly scented,” I admit, letting out a small laugh.

“Is the condom manly scented too?”

“The condom is fucking frustrating,” I growl impatiently.

Everleigh’s hands find mine. She takes the condom from me, stretches it at the tip, then the base, and neatly slides it over my pounding, hard erection. I close my eyes and sigh at the feel of her hand working that evil bastard of a love glove over my length. Getting a condom put on should not feel this good, but it does feel this good. It feels really fucking amazing.

Once it’s in place, Everleigh grabs my shoulders and leaps up, pulling me off center such that she slams against the wall of the glass shower. I wrap my arms around her ass in a hurry, but she’s already got me, squeezing her legs around my waist and holding on tight. She giggles and raises her hands over her head, which gives me just about an eye-level view of her gorgeous breasts and dark pink nipples. I take full advantage of them since it would be a sin not to. I taste one and then the other, and she bucks against me and the shower door, our wet skin making noises together that might be considered strange, though I think they’re hot.

I capture her mouth next when she’s ready and panting. I kiss the heck out of her and also the breath out of her. She wriggles against me, and somehow, my cock ends up exactly where it needs to be without either one of us guiding it there.

“Are you okay?” I whisper against her mouth, a thread of control left.

“Definitely.”

“You’re not sore from yesterday?” I ask, feeling concerned.

“Oh, I am. But that’s what’s going to make it good.”

I want to make a startled sound, but she tugs my face back to hers and kisses me hard as I flex my hips and sink inside her. She rides me just as hard, bucking between the glass and my drenched body while taking all of me in one smooth stroke. I’m not so worried about fitting now because last night we proved that I’m able to. She’s clearly not worried about it either because she’s not hesitating in the least. She’s rolling her hips againstme, which produces a long growl that rumbles out of my chest before tearing straight into her because she kisses the sound out of my mouth.

She’s heaven. So fucking tight and so fucking epically right. It’s too good, and I know it’s going to be over too soon. She’s too tight, gripping my dick just right, whimpering and thrashing against me, and still riding me even though she’s the one pressed against the wall. Her hips roll into me and hit the glass, over and over. The shower is already hot and steamy, but I’m pretty sure I might actually be sweating with the effort of holding back. It’s noisy in here. Our breaths are loud, and the sounds of our bodies are also loud and perfect and beautiful.

“Going to come,” I growl, really hoping that she gets there first, seeing as we only have about ten seconds if we’re lucky.

“Me too,” she pants.

Thank every galaxy out there.

She somehow manages to get her hand between us, and while I’m thrusting in and out of her, she circles her clit, not rubbing gently. She throws her head back, the water pours over us, and she shatters just like that. Her walls clench around me, doing things to my cock that feel like paradise. The spasms of her climax also feel like they’re going to tear the condom off, and while I know that won’t happen, it also makes me panic a little, and I feel justified in lasting less than a minute because we can’t afford any condom slippage or accidents.

I come with a roar, gasping out my pleasure as I pin Everleigh to the glass and bruise her lips with mine.

She grips my shoulders, still writhing around me for a few seconds while we both come back from the brink of ecstasy. “Shit,” she pants into my ear and then playfully licks it so I don’t feel like I need to freeze and salvage my dignity with a manly show of some kind of other prowess that makes her come over and over again. “I thought we were supposed to be punishingeach other. That wasn’t a punishment. That was really good. Oh my god, that was so good.”

“Thank goodness for that. Sorry, I—”really need to work on my stamina.

“Don’t say sorry. It was perfect and so, so good, Darius. My pussy is perfectly happy, thank you very much.”

I throw a hand against the glass and let out another feral groan. “I wish we had more condoms.”

“Later. Store. I’ll get more.”

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