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The most beautiful woman I've ever seen, on her knees in front of me. I truly am stunned.

Her pink tongue sticks out and licks the precum from my tip, eliciting another hiss from me.

Just then, three quick knocks on the door sound and I shove my chair forward, blocking Hannah in under my desk where the intruder can't see. I'm about to yell at the person to fuck all the way off when Hannah giggles and whispers, "Let them in."

Oh, fuck.

I don't get the chance to do either before Ben opens the door and peaks his head in. "Hey boss, did we get that shipment of whiskeys that was supposed to come in today?"

A strangled sound escapes my throat as Hannah wraps her warm silky mouth around my shaft and takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

"Boss?" Ben asks, eyebrow raised. He looks around and notices all my shit on the floor.

"Uh...oh...I think so? Check..." My nostrils flair as I breathe through what Hannah's doing to me. Her tongue swirls around the tipof my cock before dragging down the bottom length of it. Her mouth is so wet I feel saliva drip down it and settle on my balls.

I can feel my orgasm starting at the base of my spine but breathe through it, trying to stave it off.

"Check with Kevin. He was in receiving today."

"Sounds good. Thanks boss!" I'm certain he's about to leave but before he does he sticks his head back in. "Hey Hannah." He says with a grin.

She giggles again before popping off my dick. "Hey Benny."

I raise an eyebrow at him, and he pinches his nose. "Might want to open a window if you don't want people knowing what you're doing in here."

Hannah simply giggles again, but Ben finally leaves.

I push my chair back. "Shit, baby, did I hurt you?" I ask, remembering how not so gracefully I shoved her under the desk.

She peers up at me, her blue eyes watery, but the biggest fucking grin I've ever seen on her face. "No, I'm fine."

I get up, stride across the room in three strides and lock the fucking door.

Chapter twenty-nine

Hannah

Ibarely have time to crawl out from under the desk before Matty's back, grabbing me under the armpits and hauling me out. I may be a bigger girl, but I absolutely love how all of my guys can manhandle me.

It makes me feel small and delicate - not something I'm used to.

Matty spins me around so I'm facing his desk, his hard, angry-looking cock jutting straight out above his boxer briefs and slacks.

"I want to remember this every time I sit in this chair, but I want to remember how good your greedy pussy feels wrapped around my cock, instead." He growls, and holy fuck. Dirty talk, coming from my normally goofy, lighthearted Matty? And in that deep, commanding, growly voice? The hairs on my arms raise as goosebumps prickle my entire body. He sits on the chair which creaks under the sudden weight, before he pulls me down onto his lap. I worry that I'm too heavy for his lap, but I push that thought away before it's even fully formed.

"Feet on the chair, pretty girl."

It takes me a minute to maneuver around Matty's wide legs, but Matty grabs each ankle in a tight grip and guides me to where he wants me. When I finally have both feet on the armrests of his chair the mental image of what we must look like makes me blush. I'm no virgin, and I experimented plenty in college, but this? I'm spread wide, cool air floating over my drenched pussy, facing the door. I imagine what Ben would have seenif he'd walked in ten minutes later than he did.

Before I can spiral Matty wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs, lifts me, and slams me down on his hard cock.

"Oh, God!" I scream.

This angle, this position, he's so deep, and I'm so tight. He slams against my G-spot ruthlessly. He holds me up by my thighs and lowers his hips before snapping them up against me. He sets a mind-numbing pace as he ruts into me with abandon. An orgasm, strong, sharp, and massive seizes my muscles and I come with a scream. Matty's pace never falters, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as his hips slam into my ass and his strained grunts are all I can hear once the orgasm subsides and my ears stop ringing.

I'm completely spent, and in this position, I can't move. I'm completely under his control. So I lay my head against his chest and let him use my body to chase his own desire.

"One," thrust, "more," thrust, "pretty," thrust, "girl." He grunts between thrusts before he brings one hand around and slaps my clit.

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