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Ah, fuck it. I gave in to my desires with a heatedmoan.

Sex with Donal wasn’t going to hurt anyone. And it had been so long since I’d had a non-battery-operated orgasm and if Donal really wanted to give me one, who was I to fight it? Besides, what difference did our ages matter in the grand scheme of things? It wasn’t like I was going to marry him or anything. I was here for five more weeks and we were two consenting adults. Why shouldn’t we enjoy each other’s bodies?

When I reached between us and cupped his cock in my small hand, Donal rolled his hips. “Yes,” I whispered at the same time he growled, “Fuckyes.”

He rocked into me again and backed me up against the fridge, saying, “I’m going to make you come sohard.”

With his hands resting against the steel surface on either side of my head, I was caged in. Donal’s massive erection pressed against my belly and I whimpered. He was huge, and for a moment I worried that he’d be too much for me, that I couldn’t take him the way I want to. But then I pushed that idea aside. I couldn’t wait to have him filling me, stretching me until I thought I would shatter.

And he knewit.

“You want my cock so fucking bad, don’t you Lauren?”

I chewed on my lip and nodded. Holy hell, that was exactly what I wanted.

Still, we were at my place of employment. My eyes darted to the clock on the far side of the room and I performed a quick mental calculation. The rest of the kitchen staff wouldn’t be here for at least another 30 minutes, maybe 45 if I was lucky. That was plenty of time for us to get naked in my office and then make it back into the kitchen so no one was the wiser.

But Donal had other ideas. Dropping to his knees, he pulled down my leggings and panties in one pass, and buried his nose in my pussy. I gasped and tried to wiggle away, but he locked his strong, large hands around my hips and held me still. “I want to taste you,” he said, his tongue darting out and licking a line down my seam. “I want you to come all over myface.”

Holy fuck! That mouth.

He crouched lower and used his thumbs to hold me open, to expose my throbbing clit to his eager, seeking mouth. Sucking it between his lips, my eyes rolled back and I saw stars. Literal fucking stars.

Donal continued to suck and lick and nibble all around my pussy, alternating between firm, solid passes over my clit, and teasing, playful kisses on my lips. He took me higher and higher as I bucked my hips against his face until my orgasm danced just out of reach.

“Please,” I cried, needing more. “Fuck me Donal, please,” I begged, my pride all but gone. I needed his cock inside of me and I didn’t care if he knew how badly.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding one of his thick, long fingers into me and then back out, the wet sounds echoing through theroom.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to come and I want your cock inside of me,” I told him, thrashing my head back and forth as I tried to fight off my impending orgasm. “I want to come on yourdick.”

Donal bit the inside of my thigh. “And I want you to come all over my face,” he answered as he continued pumping his finger in and out of me. Adding a second one, he twisted and hooked them up to reach my g-spot as he sucked my clit between his lips. Then, letting it go with a pop, he glanced up the length of my body, while at the same time I looked down. Our eyes met and locked. “I want to drink you down, baby. You hear me Lauren? I want your cum all over my tongue. Can you do that forme?”

Apparently I could, because with another pass of his broad, flat tongue against my clit, I was coming so hard I thought I was going to pass out. As the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, my legs gave out and I slid down until Donal caught me and held me immobile while he finished feasting on my tender, trembling flesh.

Standing, he pulled up my pants and leaned forward for a wet, hungry kiss. I could taste my juices on his tongue but I didn’t care. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my hands around his neck, holding him close as our tongues mated. Eventually, he slowed our kiss and stepped away. Resting his hands against my hips he smiled down at me. “You’re fucking delicious. Exactly like I imagined.”

I reached for the drawstring of his sweats, wanting to finish what we’d started—by my estimation we only had 15 more minutes before the rest of the staff began to arrive so it’d need to be quick—but he stopped my hand. As if he’d read my mind, he shook his head and said, “We don’t havetime.”

“We do,” I countered, my voice filled with hysterical longing.

Donal wrapped his fingers around my wrist and raised my arm above my head, repeating the gesture with its partner until he had me braced against the cold steel. Leaning forward so that his mouth hovered just over mine, he whispered, “The first time we fuck, I don’t want it to be a quick, stolen moment. I’m going to take my time and do it right. You’re going to come on my cock all night long, until you can’t come anymore. Do you understand?”

At his dirty words, I melted into his hold and nodded. “You promise?” I taunted.

He dropped a quick, hard kiss to my lips and then stepped away, dropping my hands. With a satisfied smirk, he said, “Finish cooking your chili, chef. I’ll see you later.”

And then he turned and with a cocky swagger, walked out of my kitchen.

I raised my hand to my heart and felt it banging away in my sternum, the exertion from my orgasm making me feel like I’d just run a 10k. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come as hard as I had just now. Certainly, not in the last year of my relationship with Javier, that was for damnsure.

Pushing off the fridge, I righted my clothes and stole a glance at the clock. Maybe Donal had been right. We hadn’t had enough time to enjoy each other properly.

At least one of us had been thinking straight, I thought as I pulled my hair back into a sleek ponytail. Just then the kitchen’s double doors swung open and Bess, the most junior employee working in the kitchen, stepped through with a mischievous glint in hereye.

“Hey Bess,” I called out, turning away so she wouldn’t see the flush of my cheeks.

“Hey Lauren,” she greeted me in kind, as she sashayed over to her work station where she began washing leaves for a salad. After a few minutes, she looked up from the lettuce. “How’d Donal like your chili?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

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