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Good, because I want her to remember this for as long as possible.
Her thighs tremble as she tries to push my head away, but the way she presses her cunt against my face doesn’t seem like she wants me to stop.
Complicated little thing, as always.
Not that I care for it right now. I’m going to stop when I’m done with her, which isn’t the case until she’s crying from overstimulation.
Frantically, she tries to hold on to something other than my head, but the glazed redwood table is too slippery. There’s nothing for her to grip and then something tumbles down, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
The half-empty bottle of Macallan would have met the same fate if my reactions had been slower. I’m honestly surprised that I manage to drag myself away from her pussyeven for a second because I wouldn’t mind staying between those perfect legs forever.
One of my hands stays on her while I put the bottle down out of her reach.
“You’re making a mess, darling,” I scold her before I go back between her legs. She whines something incomprehensible that turns into an even bigger mess of sounds as I push a finger into her cunt.
She’s so fucking tight that I can’t think about anything but how she would feel around my cock.
So wet and tight and mine, at least for the time being.
She stopped squirming away, instead, she shamelessly grinds over my face as I add a second finger. I curl them upwards, lapping over her clit until she presses my face so close to her cunt that I struggle to breathe.
I should let her suffocate me. It would be easier than dealing with the chaos that’s going to start when she comes back to her senses.
Her body tenses up and her cunt gets even tighter around my fingers as she comes. She moans my name and her pants turn into whimpers as I continue sucking on her clit until she begs me to stop, shaking and teary-eyed.
I could leave it at that. Could carry her out of this office and distract her with something else before she starts asking questions she doesn’t want the answers to.
But maybe this right here is my last chance to have her. She could go running to tell her father what I’m up to as soon as she has the chance, and then it’s over for me.
I don’t care how this tragedy ends, but there’s one thing I do care about.
I can’t risk not burying my cock inside of her.
Just this once.
You only regret the things you didn’t do or something likethat. I didn’t withstand her advances for so long, didn’t let her mess with my head so much just to miss out on this.
I’m going to show her what she gets for provoking me.
And that we’re disrespecting her asshole of a father like that, tainting his ridiculous office, is just the cherry on top.
27
RUBY
My drunken dress order from two nights ago came yesterday, but I was too wasted to try them on. Today I felt way better, and after a long shower, I wanted to give Sam a little show, presenting him the sundresses I got only for him. No need to lie.
But I couldn’t find him at first, at least not in his room. A nagging voice in the back of my head told me he just left and my instincts told me to check the cameras. With any other bodyguard, I would have been glad if they left, but with Sam, it’s different.
Everything is different with him and I’m not proud about the fact that I’d keep him in this house against his will forever if I had the bodily strength to do it.
As I swiped through the cameras, the open door of my father’s office caught my eye. That was weird, especially as I remembered how I saw Sam crouching in front of this very door the first week he worked here.
The door to the office is always locked. I have a key, but I don’t bother using it. There’s nothing of interest to me in there, and I’d probably just mess it up out of spite.
For a second I wondered if my father came back home, but his car wasn’t standing in the driveway.
Another explanation could have been a burglar who, coincidentally, also overpowered Samuel, which was kind of unrealistic.
