Page 17 of Love Potions and Paperwork

And I was determined to find it.

“Do you think youdeserveto fuck me, Eugine?”

“No,” he breathed, mouthing at my collar bone. “But if I don’t I’m going to go insane.”

I shivered at the honesty in his voice, my tail pressing into the small of his back. “You’d better impress me then—I’d hate to think of what I’ll do if I leave this roomdisappointed.”

Like a rubber band snapping, he jerked into motion. Sliding home inside me and forcing my walls to stretch to accommodate his size. An unfamiliar sensation, thanks to the deep ridges along his shaft hugging every crevice of my cunt. His hands gripped my thighs hard enough that his fingerprints were sure to be embedded into my skin for days after we’d finished.

I loved it.

Being marked,branded.

Left with memories of our time together.

I gripped his shoulders, little more than along for the ride while Eugine fucked me like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth. If he was riding the high of this potion as deeply as I was, where every kiss—every caress—a thousand little prickles of pleasure exploding like pop rocks along my skin, I probably was.

The photocopier ground to life beneath us as his thighs hit the control panel, briefly illuminating the room as it took a scan of my ass.

“Fuck,” Eugine ground out, his voice high and thin. “You feelsogood.”

I clenched my teeth against a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction as he adjusted my legs, his palms on my inner thighs spreading me open lewdly to his gaze.

“Fucking perfect little pussy you have,boss,” he murmured, his thumb finding my clit to make quick circles as pages slid from the printer into the finished product tray with a mechanicalchug, chug, chug, whirrrr.“So wet.”

“W-what?” I gasped, pleasure making my mind hazy.

Surely Eugine, who’d just begged for me to step on him in my red bottoms wasn’t praisingme.

“I said,” he huffed, working to keep his pace as he groped my chest through my bra, his thumbs finding my hardened nipples through the thin material. “Your pussy is perfect. Tight and wet andsoready for me to fill you up.”

I reached behind myself to unhook the bra clasp, tossing it aside carelessly and arching my back to force my chest closer to his mouth. He took the non-verbal instruction for what it was, ademand, bending to lap at the tight bud of nerves with the flat of his tongue. “I wanna watch me spill out of you—Please, please let me cum in you, Maeve.”

His blunt teeth closed around my nipple, the prickle of pain adding to the heightened pleasure of the lust potion and tossing me over the edge. My muscles tightened, vision going blurry under the force of my orgasm—forcing a shout of pleasure from between my lips. “Yes!”

Eugine whined, riding me hard through my orgasm before his cock slid free of me with a wetsquelch.

I should’ve been horrified. Fucked to orgasm by my assistant that couldn’t even meet my eye before today, so pathetically wet for him I was practically dripping on to the same tile I’d made him clean with his tongue.

And he did,eagerly.

He stepped back, grabbing my waist and pulling me to my feet, making me stumble a little in my heels. I’d barely recovered when he changed his grip, his long fingers digging into my round hips and forcing me to turn. Eugine bore down against my back, pushing me forward until my chest met the warmed glass top of the copier.

“What do you think you’re—?” I gasped, the rest of the question lost to a moan as Eugine’s hand hooked the back of my knee, spreading me open as he forced himself inside of me.

The copier dug into my soft belly, it whirring back to life as Eugine’s hard thrusts pushed me against the control panel. His hand snapped forward, coiling around the back of my neck and forcing me face down onto the copier as he rocked his hips against my ass, pounding into me so hard the machine rattled.

The light of the scanner slid through my vision, making me see spots. Lipstick and saliva smeared along the flat surface as I cried out, unable to muffle my pleasure any longer.

It just feltso fucking good.

He felt so good.

My thighs trembled, my tail snaking between us. The soft fur added delicious friction as it rubbed my clit, edging me closer andcloserto my next release.

I reached behind myself blindly, seeking the cheap fabric of Eugine’s tie. My fingers brushed the polyester before gripping hard, forcinghim on top of me.

A strained gasp rustled my hair, his warm breath tickling my ear.

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