Page 23 of Monster
“You think it’s okay to tease your boss with that fucking outfit?” I ask her, my voice low.
“Uh, um. No, sir,” she whispers back, her breath coming out in pants. She’s unable to control her reaction to me and I’m fuckinglivingfor it. This is exactly what I fucking needed—to get that little bitch off of my mind.
“You knew what you were doing when you came to my house wearing that, didn’t you? Hoping this would happen, hmm? Well, it’s your lucky day. Turn around,” I growl, and she immediately responds. She turns around and I shove her further back. Her back digs into the shelves behind her, but I don’t care. She wants this and I don’t feel like being gentle. In fact, I feel like being so fucking rough, this is going to hurt me as much as it hurts her.
“On your knees.”
And like fucking magic, she drops to her knees in front of me. The short black skirt she was wearing bunches up around her slender thighs and from my view, I can see straight down her white button-down shirt, giving me a nice view of her ample tits. She peers up at me, her blue eyes pleading and who am I to deny her what she wants?
I chuckle as I wrap my fingers through her long, blonde hair and tug her head back until her neck is arched as far back as it will go.
“Unbutton them.” She doesn’t hesitate to bring her hands to the front of my jeans and within a second, she has the button undone and begins pulling the zipper down. I yank her head back and she stops what she’s doing to gaze up at me again, her blue eyes wide.
“Did I tell you to unzip them?” I bark out and she shakes her head the best she can with my grip on her hair. At least she knows not to speak unless spoken to, I guess. “Continue. And when you’re done, pull my jeans down. Boxers too.” She hesitantly resumes unzipping my jeans and then she grips the waistband to pull them down, along with my boxers. The second her fingers make contact with my skin, I hiss, and I feel my dickfinallybegin to harden.
About fucking time, motherfucker.
My jeans and boxers drop to the floor and without having to be told, the girl wraps her nimble fingers around me and pumps me a couple times, and my cock hardens the rest of the way. Her hand wrapped around me doesn’t feel right. In fact, it feels wrong, and the tiniest spec of guilt begins to creep in, but I shove it away.
I need this.
Her warm, wet lips wrap around me, and I let out a shuddered groan. I grip her hair tighter in my fist, giving myself enough leverage, and I pull out of her mouth before brutally thrusting back in. She makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a gag. I keep thrusting, fucking her mouth aggressively. She brings her hands to my thighs and digs her nails in. I bring my gaze down from staring at the ceiling and when I see a different face than the one I was imagining, the anger comes swirling back and my hips automatically pump harder, faster.Angier.
Tears run down her cheeks and her face is red from the lack of breath, but I don’t stop. I can feel the white hot tingle in the base of my spine and before I can think to slow down, it shoots through me and I groan as I hold her head down on me, the tip of my cock in the back of her throat. I pulse as my cum shoots down her throat, and I can feel her retching around me, but it only makes me come that much fucker harder.
“Fuck,” I groan before I pull out of her mouth. Spit drips from her chin onto my thigh as I do, and I can’t help the wave of disgust that comes over me. Not at her—but myself. And just like that, I’m fucking angry again.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I bark at her as I tuck myself back in my jeans and spin around. I can’t fucking stand to be in this room a second longer. I don’t bother looking back as I stomp from the room, slamming the door behind me.
