Page 49 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

Hearing the sharp authority in Steven’s voice as he disciplines the man on the phone, while he fucks me over his desk with his fingers, makes my clit pulsate, and my fingers tighten on the edge.

I had been in his bed once and it seems it had resulted in me having no self-control left when it came to this man’s hands.

Because I wasn’t stopping him.

Because I didn’t want to stop him.

My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as I feel those thick and long fingers rub against every crevice of my passage as he moves them in and out, slowly increasing the speed. I didn’t realize when I started pushing back, trying to reach my orgasm.

My moans spilled out one after the other.

I just can’t think straight as he starts scissoring his fingers while inside me and I feel my inner muscles clamp around his fingers, on the edge now, when suddenly he pulls them out.

I let out a frustrated cry.

His hand is firm on my back and when I try to wiggle out of his grip, I see him frown at me in the mirror, and then feel his hand move over my ass, as he cups it, squeezes it.

My eyes widen as they meet his in the mirror, and then he draws his hand back and the loud crack echoes in the room.

I yelp with surprise, and then inhale, shuddering at the pain, when I feel him massage my bottom.

There is silence on the other end of the line.

“What was that?” The man asks, confusion in his voice.

Steven’s gaze is still fixed on mine, as he replies easily, “There’s some problem with the line because of the storm. Don’t mind it.”

The next smack hits my other cheek, and this time, he removes his hand from my back, moving it to rub circles around my throbbing clit.

My mouth trembles with the force of my arousal and I couldn’t tell the pain from the pleasure or vice versa.

Three more strikes later, the man still is talking in that boring voice of his, right next to my ear, I am dripping wet, and I could tell that Steven knew, because his eyes had darkened.

However, my head shoots up, when I feel him part my legs till my soaking pussy is open to his gaze and the sixth strike is directly on it, making contact with my hardened nub.

The pleasure is so intense, as if electricity coursed through my entire body with this blinding rush.

I howl as I cum, my screams muffled by his fist that he has stuffed in my mouth.

My body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, and I feel something soft make contact with my pussy, before a slippery appendage forces its way inside, making me buck as Steven slides his tongue into the folds of my pussy.

My moans grow louder as he wiggles his tongue inside and go even deeper, till I feel his nose against my skin.

My fingernails dig into the wood and I can’t tell one orgasm apart from the other. His other hand moves to my clit and he pinches it, making me gasp out and whimper, my juices flowing into his waiting mouth, as he drinks them all, greedily.

His forefinger and thumb keep flicking the hardened nub as his tongue works on my clenching pussy, the pain in perfect tandem with the pleasure.

His mouth is demanding more.

Oh, God!

I want to beg.

I want his fingers in my hair, pulling.

I want him to just stick his cock in me.

I want…

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