Page 50 of Undeniably Corrupt
She’s keeping things from me, and I’m keeping things from her.
And maybe right now, I want to keep this Agent Vega thing close to my chest until I get a better sense of what’s going on. Until I’m able to dig a little deeper and find out a bit more.
“We’re not doing this again,” she pants, rocking into my hand as I twist my wrist so my thumb can rub her clit while I finger her.
“Agreed.”
“Ah, fuck,” she cries, only to temper the volume of her voice as I pick up my pace. I might be agreeing, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go without another hit of her. I can’t standhow pretty her pussy is and how incredible she smells or the way she feels or the noises she makes for me or how fucking stunning she is when she comes for me. “I don’t understand what you’re doing.”
“What do you mean?” I chuckle, kissing along the inside of her knees. “I thought this was pretty self-explanatory. I’m making you come. It’s third base, remember?”
“But you’re not trying to fuck me.”
“No.” Because if I’m like this with her now, I’ll be a million times worse if I fuck her. If I feel her body wrapped around mine with me inside her, there will be no coming back from that for me. Especially if I fuck her the way I want to fuck her.
“Isn’t that what men always want?”
I smile against her skin and nibble on it. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck you, Angel. I’m simply not. You’re used to weak men who take without care or thought. That’s not how I operate. Why? Is that what you want?”
I thrust my fingers in and out, adding a third and crooking them up so I hit her G-spot. Sucking two fingers on my other hand into my mouth, I rub the wet digits on her clit.
“Do you want me to stand up and yank you off this desk, spin you around, lift your ugly dress, and thrust deep inside of you?”
Her eyes close and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as her hands struggle to hold up her weight. She’s dripping all over my hands, and the walls of her pussy are growing tighter, more sensitive. She’s close, and it makes my cock pulse.
“Yes,” she moans. “I do. I want that. I want to feel you like that. But I also don’t.”
I pull my fingers from her and stand. Her eyes flash open, and she watches me. I have no idea what I’m doing. We’re at work in the middle of the day, and this is easily one of the riskiest things I’ve ever done here, which is saying something.
I hold my finger, wet and covered in her pussy, up to my lips. “You can’t make a sound.”
She shivers and squirms, but I’m not going to fuck her. No matter how much I’m dying to. Behind her are my keyboard and a monitor, and that won’t work. So I move her to the edge where there’s nothing but open glass and use the flat of my hand to push her back. I’m dying for her tits. Like seriously fucking dying for them. I’d love nothing more than to rip this hideous dress from her, but she has to go back to work after this, and so do I.
I wrap her thighs around my waist and adjust her so her pussy is lined up with my hard dick that’s straining through my pants. I don’t take myself out. And this won’t be the most comfortable or even enough for me, but if my dick touches her bare pussy, it’ll be over, and I can’t do that.
So with my eyes on hers, I grind myself up until the head of my cock and the silky fabric of my pants hit her clit.
Her eyes glaze over, and she props herself up on her elbows so she can see better. “Vander. Holy shit.” She moans as I do it again. “What is that?”
She’s feeling my piercings. She doesn’t know it, but that’s what it is. My piercings are rubbing her and rolling in me, and it’s so good while not being nearly enough.
“I said shhh.” My office is soundproof, but she doesn’t know that, and I like this game.
She emits a shaky laugh. “Not sure how I’ll do that, but I’ll try. Do I get fired for dry fucking the boss and coming too loudly?”
I smile, momentarily thinking about how Alesha wanted me to fire her. That’s why I called her in, isn’t it? To talk to her. Except Alesha is jealous, and Liora, for only being here such a short amount of time, is doing better than I expected her to.
Bending forward, I press her down into the glass, putting us face-to-face. “You’re not getting away from me that easily. Nowbe a good little angel and come all over my cock and pants. I want to see a big, wet spot from you. You did that to me once. Do you remember?”
She nods, her eyes pinching tight.
“You were sitting on my lap in the back seat of the car while your brother was driving, and all my friends were around us. You kept wiggling on my hard dick, driving me crazy. I played with your clit.” I reach between us and tap it. “Like that. And you came on me. I had those jeans on my face every time I jerked off for a week after until they lost your smell.”
“Oh, god.” She moans. “Fuck.” She rubs harder against me as I grind and thrust and dry fuck into her pussy.
“We have to do that again, Angel. No one can know what I’m doing to you in here. No sound.”
Her grip tightens, and I can feel her wetness soaking my pants, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Seeing her up close like this. Feeling her tits crushed against my chest. Having her squirm and move and fuck up into me, desperate for the pleasure only I can give her.
