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I spiral into the abyss as he continues to pound into me. It’s reckless, uncoordinated, and somewhere through it, I Iose my guy to it. He’s a machine and I don’t know where the off switch is.

“Chase, no more, stop!” I cry out and shove against him. He holds me fast, not leaving my body but the glazed unfeeling look in his eyes slips away at my harsh tone and physical response. Suddenly his ocean eyes are back and tracing my features. His dick is still, throbbing, swollen and splitting me in half. With all that, four orgasms for me, and my guy hasn’t found his own release. “Talk to me.” I beg. He lets me lean up and clasp his neck wrapping my legs around his back. He sits down in the chair behind him, not letting me or our connection go. My limbs go over the sides of the chair and I settle heavily against him, gasping air, my sex throbbing and tingling. Aftershocks tingling through me as we sit quietly.

Finally he speaks. “We got another note.” I close my eyes and lean against him. Now I know what the need to have me was about. The fierce way he wanted to prove his ownership, that I was his woman, and that he could please me over and over again makes a lot more sense now. When Chase is threatened, he reacts like a caveman would.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here, I’m safe. You’re making sure I am.” He clasps my back pulling me hard against his chest.

“I can’t lose you, Gillian. I wouldn’t survive it. You’re my world. Life doesn’t exist if I don’t have you to share it with,” he whispers into the soft skin at my neck. Shivers skitter down my spine and I tighten my grip. I love this man.

“You’re not going to lose me,” I let my feet dangle along the floor. Just my toes touch but it’s enough. Slowly I lift up and come back down, allowing him a bit of relief. He moans and kisses my neck. I place my hands on his shoulders and stand up fully. Just the tip of his erection is still embedded. His eyes open and he takes a pink nipple into his mouth tugging softly, sending strings of renewed excitement to pool between my thighs.

Chase tips his head back letting my nipple go with a plop. I take his wet lips into a long kiss while I slide along his length, letting gravity pull me down. I land against his lap. He groans and closes his eyes. I squeeze him as hard as I can with the muscles inside, slide back up and slam down again. “You feel me, Chase, I’m right here. Where I want to be.” Another up and then a hard slide down clenching the entire time. “Making love to you,” I say grinding into his lap.

After several more up and downs, slowly making love to my man I can feel when the moment changes for him. His body goes tight and his grip around me hardens. I can almost sense when his cock swells.

“Baby I’m there,” he licks his lips and I slide up, put my mouth to his, squeeze as hard as I can and fall back down, and he crashes into bliss. Chase’s hands grip my hips and holds me to him, his back bowing up as he thrusts, pouring hotly inside of me while he rubs out the last of his pleasure.

We lay there for a long time just being together. Chase is still almost completely dressed while I’m in my red push up bra with the cups down around my boobs sitting in his lap. He got as far as taking out his dick. I got as far as opening up his shirt. His tie is askew but tightly knotted just under his neck. The scenario is too funny for me to contain. I start to laugh. Big, loud, guffaws have me hiccupping and wiping away joyful tears.

“What is so funny?”

“Look at us. We look a wreck.” I point to my lack of clothing and his state of undress. He looks down at himself and then at me.

“I’d say we look damn fine. Office sex suits you,” he nuzzles my neck and sucks on the tendon.

“Nu-uh, no way! I can’t physically handle another orgasm. Didn’t anyone ever tell you to keep the multiple orgasms to the bedroom? I still have to work the rest of the day!” I scold him and lift off his lap. Before I can move he stops me. As I expected, his release slowly starts to trickle down my thigh. He watches with a dirty grin. I smack his chest. “You’re sick, you know that?” I grab some tissue and wipe up.

“Can’t help that it turns me on to see my mark on you. See,” He stands up and his dick is hard all over again.

“No!” I point a finger and run around my desk half naked.

“Where you gonna go?” He bites his bottom lip, leans down and picks up my clothes. “Looking for these, sexy?” He says.

“Chase, I swear to God, I cannot handle that,” I point at his package. “Another time, tomorrow. You broke my vagina okay?”

He laughs and lunges. “Then I guess I’ll have to kiss it better,” he leads me over to the couch at the back of my office and sets me down. Before he can get on his knees and do what he promises, I challenge him.

“Or, I could suck you off?” I offer.

Chase groans, tilts his head back and looks at the sky. “Thank you for giving me the perfect woman,” he says to noone but I presume he’s talking to God.

Less than a minute later, speaking is not an option.

X

That mother fucking, cock sucking, piece of shit is going down! I’m going to find him, and cut off every appendage starting with his precious fucking dick!

I listen as Chase moans while my girl puts her perfect fucking mouth on his tiny dick! “Arrrggggghh, he’s fucking DEAD!” I scream and throw the earphones. Then I pull out my dick and hit the speaker button. Anger surging like white-hot fire pokers through my veins.

“I love sucking on you,” Gillian says, her voice raspy and horse. I imagine it’s me she’s got those pink lips wrapped around. “Gonna make you feel good,” she says and I tug hard on the tight flesh between my thighs.

Male groaning sounds spill through the speakers, then he starts to open his stupid mouth. “Take it down your throat, yeah, all the way, like that. God, Gillian, so deep, you’ve got all of me, Baby. You’re so beautiful,” he says and I pull my hand up and lick from palm to fingertip wetting the surface then wrapping it back around my cock jerking over and over along with the sound of the couple’s moans.

“Come on me, between my tits, on my face, wherever you want,” she says sounding like a two-bit whore. It’s not her fault. I know it’shisinfluence because that’s what he likes to hear.

More moaning, “Never on your pretty face. Love you too much, swallow me. It’s all for you,” he says then a long string of wet sucking followed by a male’s obvious orgasm, with me following right along with her, spurting hotly into my hand. All for my girl, my Gillian.

“That’s it, Gillian. You’re mine,” the bastard says and then I hear kissing sounds. Blech. I’m about to vomit so sickened by hearing her blow him, but more turned on than I ever have been in my entire life. It was easy to remember those perfect lips and imagine them wrapped around my cock once again. I need to get her back.

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