Page 26 of Filthy Business
“Does my baby want to feel Daddy’s cock inside her? Huh? You want me to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow—let alone sit down?”
I nodded frantically like I hadn’t just come on his face moments earlier.
“Mmm. No. I want to taste these little teasing berries you’ve been flaunting around my fucking office,” he growled, his lips trailing down my clavicle to my breasts.
I lifted my head to watch, breath caught, as his beard grazed my soft skin. His dark hair was all I could see until his mouth found my nipple. His eyes flicked up—hungry, possessive—as he flattened his tongue and licked. Up and down until I was panting. Then he twirled his tongue around my nipple before latching on and sucking so fucking hard I felt my pussy gush for him.
He moved to the other nipple, letting it brush his lips first—barely there. I whimpered, desperate, and he smirked against my skin.
“Look at these greedy little tits,” he murmured, voice thick with lust.“Always poking through your blouses. Distracting me during meetings. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”
I gasped as he flicked his tongue over the stiff peak, then sucked it between his lips. His hand gripped my waist, keeping me pinned, as if I’d ever try to get away. I arched up instead, moaning as his mouth devoured me. The pressure. The heat. The wicked glide of his teeth.
“God, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. My smart-mouthed, cock-hungry little minx,” he growled against my breast.“And now you’re tied up in my bed, soaked and ready to be wrecked.”
He kissed between my breasts and down my stomach, pausing to breathe in the scent of my arousal. Then he groaned, pulled back, and reached for the nightstand.
I tilted my head, watching as he fished around inside. His fingers closed on the condom—creased, slightly dusty, and half-forgotten.
“Oh no,” he muttered.“This thing’s practically vintage.”
I snorted.“Is that going to disintegrate the second it touches air?”
He gave me a warning look that was all heat.“Sweetheart, don’t test me. I will fuck you bare and ruin your life.”
I bit my lip and moaned.“You say that like it’s a threat.”
He tore open the wrapper with his teeth.“You’re going to feel me either way.”
I could only hope that the ancient condom burst.
Trentham Consulting Partners needed a new heir.
His eyes snapped to mine, like he’d heard the wicked thought. Maybe he had. Maybe I’d said it aloud. I didn’t care.
He gripped his cock and slowly rolled the condom down, hissing through his teeth as he stroked himself once, twice. My thighs trembled at the sight.
“Spread wider,” he rasped.“Let me see where my cock’s going to live from now on.”
I obeyed, heart hammering. His gaze dropped between my legs, dark with obsession. Possession.
“Good girl,” he murmured.“Look how fucking ready you are for me.”
He moved over me, one arm braced beside my head, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. He didn’t push in right away. He teased, rubbing the thick head through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal. Torturing us both.
“You smell like mine. You taste like mine. And now,” he said, voice low and dangerous,“you’ll feel like mine.”
Then he pressed forward.
Chapter 12
Magnus
As soon as her tight little cunt took me, I struggled for control. I needed to be gentle—ease her open a bit more. But I’d never felt a pussy this tight.
Fucking, shitting bastard, fucking condom.
I wanted to feel her.
