Page 40 of Punish Me

When she looks up at me with those spicy brown, doe eyes, it’s my undoing.

I release my seed in her mouth, and she sucks me down until I have nothing left to give. Even after I’ve emptied inside of her hot, waiting mouth, she thirsts for more, sucking and licking until I’m shaking and barely able to stand upright.

“Let me get something to clean you up,” she says, standing and preparing to head to my restroom.

But I lift her and carry her to my desk. Knocking papers and a cup off, I set her on the desk, spread her legs wide, and feast on her.

Brynlee’s fingers grip the edge of the desk, and she shoves her pussy in my face, mewling the entire time. I hope no one comes to the door because I can’t stop. I’m like a madman set loose and out of control.

Everything about her is perfect for me. Her pussy tastes and smells so delicious, and I find myself growling and groaning into her as my fingers lock into her thighs. I know she’ll be sporting bruises tomorrow, but I can’t let her go.

As she thrashes wildly on my desk, it occurs to me that we’re making a lot of noise, but I don’t give a damn.

I’m famished, and I won’t stop until she’s fallen over the edge, her orgasm a loud and pleading whimper. I lick her up, cleaning her so well that there’s no need for her to use the restroom if she doesn’t want to.

But when we both finish, we walk on shaky legs to the bathroom, holding each other up.

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Bryn is a stubborn little shit. I’ve told her I don’t want her fucking with anyone, including flirting.

I hear the tinkle of her laughter, and my mood grows more sour as I look around the nightclub.

I glance to the dance floor and spot her dancing with Rob from the Building Group. She tosses her head back, laughing. She’s wearing a short, sequined, long-sleeved dress that, while elegant, is also sexy as hell. The surplice neckline dips dangerously low, showing off too much cleavage, in my opinion.

“About the audit,” Marco says.

Nodding, I turn my gaze away from the dance floor. Pulling the long neck to my lips, I take a swig of my beer. “Yeah?”

The independent auditors found that the auditing company we’d been using was on the take.

“You can expect a deposit into your account at midnight tonight,” Marco says gruffly.

“Yeah?”

He nods and then takes a swig of his whiskey.

“What did you do?”

“Do you really want to know?” Alessandro asks over a snifter of brandy as Marco shakes his head.

“Maybe I don’t?” I half answer and ask.

“Keep your hands clean, cugino. The less you know, the better,” Marco remarks, sniffing.

“How’s Mitch’s baby boy?” Alessandro asks, changing the subject.

“MJ’s doing his job. Keeping dad up at night, mom tired from breast-feeding and doing all the things a healthy baby boy should,” Marco says.

Just like that, the subject is changed.

“Aye, you should get your woman,” Marco says, jutting his chin at the dance floor.

The music has slowed, and Rob’s hands hover above her waist.

“My woman?”

Alessandro and Marco share a look and shake their heads.

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