Page 71 of The Forbidden
I circle her clit, savoring her soft gasps, then raise my hand and bring it down on her ass. Anais jolts, inhaling a sharp breath. It’s loud in the otherwise silence of my office. “Evan,” she screeches, glaring at me over her shoulder. “What the hell was that?”
I raise a sardonic brown, drawling. “Your punishment. Now grip the edge of my desk and stay still.” I slide my finger into her pussy. “Your cunt is soaked,” I muse, smirking. “You like it, Brat.”
“I do not,” she retorts, indignant.
I laugh. “Oh, you do. You enjoy everything I do to you. Now do as you’re told and be quiet. We wouldn’t want Janice bursting in to rescue you, only to find you spread out on my desk like a whore.”
Her eyes narrow, but instead of running her mouth, she turns her head, gripping the edges of my desk, accepting her punishment. Her body trembles as I slide my finger into her soaked pussy. Then another. I thrust, building a steady rhythm, with my fingers. I tease her, edge her, spank her between strokes. She starts to fall apart, squirming, panting, trembling, moaning…I withdraw my fingers, laughing when she groans in protest.
Needing to ease the pressure in my cock, I slip off her heel, pressing her foot against the arousal straining my pants. Anais moans as she gently grinds her foot against me. I part her thighs wider. Her scent hits me like a drug. She’s so wet, it drips down her thighs. I bury my tongue in her cunt, licking and tasting her like a man starved.
Christ, she tastes like the sweetest nectar ever to exist.
“Oh my god,” she moans, desperate, breathless as she grinds herself into me. I work my dick on her foot, but I know I won’t cum this way. I only ever cum while balls deep in any of the three holes, but it’s giving me relief.
Pushing three fingers into her saturated pussy, I pump them slowly as I stroke her ass with my other hand. She squirms, her breathing turning shallow as I play with her. I lift my hand…Smack. Smack. Smack.
Anais mumbles something incoherent. I grind against her, so fucking hard, and desperate to plunge inside her tight, wet cunt.
I groan when her desire leaks down my arm, soaking the cuff of my shirt, dripping onto my desk. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman this aroused. It’s an aphrodisiac, knowing that I’m the one getting the brat in this state. So caught up in her pleasure, not caring about the mess she’s making.
Fuck. My stomach tightens, I grind into her foot, smirking when she pushes hard against me. I suck at her clit, finger her pussy. The muffled, wet sounds echoing around the room are downright obscene.
When she starts to tighten around me, I spank her. “You don’t get to come until I say you can,” I hiss against her sensitive nub.
“Evan, please” she sobs, and in this moment, I wish I could see her face.
I keep pumping three fingers, stretching her pussy around me and I briefly wonder how much prep it would take to push my whole fist in her sweet cunt. My cock turns to steel.
“Not yet.” I spank her again, angry that she makes me feel so out of my damn mind.
Her body trembles. “Please,” she cries.
I show mercy.
“Come,” I demand.
She explodes, soaking my fingers, my desk, and my shirt sleeve, with her orgasm. Her cry is muffled, probably by her own hand, but the sound goes straight to my cock.
My balls tighten, my dick pulsing … and then it happens. My eyes widen in incredulity. Mortification floods my veins. Because I come. In my pants. Like a pre-pubescent teenage boy. It’s never happened before. Not even when Iwasa teenage boy. So, to say it’s disconcerting is the understatement of the century. Anais has achieved the impossible. She made me lose my damn mind. I was so caught up in her, I lost control of myself and came in my fucking boxer briefs like a one pump chump.
That huge red flag flashes in my mind.
Fuckme.
Boneless, Anais slumps to my desk, sated and panting. I quickly withdraw my fingers from her cunt, straightening. My mind is in overdrive after my little…incident. I don’t know what to do. It’s concerning. It’s–
She glances over her shoulder at me, her expression soft, easing my racing thoughts.
“Did you just come?” she asks sweetly, but the question only infuriates me more.
It’s not Anais’s fault I came in my pants from eating her pussy and spanking her ass. But I still blame her.
I scoff, mortified. “Just from eating your cunt? No.”
I reach down, rearranging my flaccid cock, now soaking in my fucking cum filled designer briefs.
Anais smiles, pushing up and flipping around so her ass is now on my desk. From the look on her face, she doesn’t believe me. “I think you did,boss.” She teases, her gaze dropping to my crotch. “I felt it.”
