Page 49 of In Her Shadow

“We read it up, it’s normal,” I assure her.

“We fucked twice before we left the house and you made me come in the parking lot; it’s not even lunchtime and I’m…you know.”

“Come here.” I drag her lips back onto mine and kiss them again. Although I fucking hate it, I decided to blend in a little better around here and start dressing more formal. I draw the line at a suit, so slacks and a long-sleeved shirt will have to do. Now I’m beginning to see the advantage of it. I pull open my belt and slide it off, then, hitching up Eloise's skirt, I spread her legs open. “You want me to give you something to go back to your desk with, pretty girl?” I ask, dragging her hips right to the edge of the surface as she nods her head at me desperately.

“You want a little pain?” I’m aware of how delicate her condition is, but it hasn’t stopped my needy girl from wanting me to make her suffer.

“Please,” she whispers, resting her hands back on my desk, and when I fold my belt in half and strike her pussy with it, she moans so loud I have to cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes look double their usual size as she thrashes her hips like she’s possessed.

“More?” I check, and when her head nods against my hand, I make another strike, this time a little harder.

“Fuck, your leaking all over my desk.” Gripping her hair tighter, I raise her onto her feet and spin her round, forcing her head down to the surface. “Lick that mess clean. Lick it clean, then beg me to fuck you so you can make it dirty again.”

Eloise twists her head to look at me, before she smiles seductively and rolls her tongue all over the wooden desk top. “Look at you, that baby’s making you feral.” I slide my hand affectionately over her still flat stomach. I’m looking every day for signs of her starting to show; her tits have gotten much rounder, and it varies from day to day if she'll let me touch them. Some days she can’t get enough, others she guards them like they’re the holy fucking grail.

I raise her back up so she’s standing and push the folded-up belt into her mouth to keep her silent.

“This is going to be quick,” I tell her, unleashing my cock from my slacks then lifting her back onto my desk.

“But it’s what my desperate little slut needs, isn’t it?” I tell her, pushing deep inside her with one hard thrust and making her bite down hard on the leather.

“Is that what you wanted, Kitten? A pussy full of hard cock?”

Her head keeps nodding as I fuck her full of it. I swear this pussy gets tighter every time I’m inside it and as I slam into her harder, she makes muffled moans into my belt.

“You like being a slut for me?” I ask, wishing I had the time to play. If we were at home, I’d keep her on the edge; she looks so beautiful when she’s desperate.

“My knocked-up little slut.” I pull the belt away, gripping her jaw and spitting down her throat. Then taking two fingers, I fuck her mouth full too. She gags and splutters, but she smiles at me like it’s a reward when I take my saliva-coated fingers out of her mouth and use them to massage her clit. “I bred this pussy so fucking good. Look at you, you're glowing.”

She grips her legs tighter around my hips and smiles at me proudly. “I’m gonna watch you through that glass for the rest of the day, knowing you can feel this load I’m gonna give you dripping into your panties.”

“I’m gonna come.” She kisses my neck, and when she grazes me with her teeth, it’s all the trigger I need. I groan into her ear as I release warm jets of cum against her cervix. My fingers gripping at her skin intensely, because she's not the only one who’s gotten hornier since she’s become pregnant. I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t stop thinking about the fact she’s growing my child and it makes me so fucking hot for her, I’m suprised we manage to leave the house.

“How was that for you?” I ask her while we both catch our breath.

“Thank you, Mr. Ashcroft.” She slides off my desk and drops to her knees, licking the surface of it one last time before she straightens up her skirt and starts making her way to the door.

“Wait, come here.” I meet her halfway, tugging the skirt she’s wearing down her legs a little more. I hate the way some of the men in this office look at her. They’re lucky I don’t scoop out their eyeballs and feed them to the back of their fucking throats.

“We need to talk about your maternity leave.” I catch her while she’s in a good mood. Getting up early for the commute and the way she rushes around this office can’t be good for her. I’d much prefer her to be at home, where I don’t have to pretend that she’s not carrying precious cargo.

“Ren, I’m only nine weeks, maternity leave is a long way off. Most women work right until the end of their pregnancy.”

“Not my woman.” I grab her ass and drag her closer. “We’ll discuss this later.”

“You know it’s not fair to use my condition as a disadvantage when we do that,” she points out, stroking the creases she’s made in my shirt.

“How do I do that?” I laugh at her.

“You know I’m extra needy right now. Trying to compromise when you're using that as a weapon isn't good sportsmanship.” Just her looking down my dick has it ready to go round two.

“Fine, all negotiations will be held in the dining room, over dinner, fully clothed,” I assure her.

“You know, you look hot like this.” She stretches up on her toes to kiss me. “It kinda feels like I have two boyfriends. Mr. CEO and Mr. Dark and Dangerous.”

“Which one do you prefer?” I ask her curiously.

“The jury's still out, but after that performance, Mr CEO is currently in the lead.”

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