Page 178 of Hot Tycoons Boxset

I have to admit, I don’t hate the way he takes charge like this. I enjoy feeling helpless like this. His dick grows harder in my mouth and I suck and lave at it with the flat of my tongue.

I can hear the thin strain in his voice as he says, “I get it. Why don’t you email these to me and we’ll discuss this in the morning?”

Albert agrees and the call cuts.

Ian looks down at me and smirks. “Now, let’s get to work.”

He uses his grip on my hair as leverage and moves in and out of my mouth, forcing me to let him set the harsh pace. The look on his face spurs me on. It’s getting harder for him to remain in control and I like it. The face-fucking doesn’t last long because Ian seems to want more.

He likes his hands on me. He likes touching me, and right now as he plops back on his desk, he discards his shirt and slides off my skirt.

My bare legs dangling on the edge of the table, his hands move over my soft skin as he pulls down my shirt, baring a shoulder and kisses the skin there.

His hands squeeze my breasts, and he pinches my nipples in reprimand for my earlier distraction. When he lowers his mouth to my breast, he takes one of my hands and moves it to my lower region.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

I hesitate at that, and he kisses my mouth, our tongues tangling in the age-old dance, melting my bones and making me go limp. “I want to see you use your fingers. Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not around.” His words are a hot whisper against my ear, and I find myself obeying. “That’s a good girl.”

I finger my clit, rubbing it in circles, creating friction. White hot pulses of bliss make me tremble, and I use my other hand to insert a finger in my wet pussy.

“Add another one,” he orders, sitting back down in his chair and just watching me.

I can see his cock grow hard as I put in another finger and slowly fuck myself, small moans slipping past my lips. I move my fingers in and out, steadily increasing the pace as I feel the urgency build up.

I am not expecting Ian to lose his cool.

He stands up abruptly, and I feel him insert one thick finger alongside mine and that foreign feeling has my toes curling, and I whimper as I come at that moment, my breathing heavy and my body trembling.

He goes wild.

My hands are forced behind me, and I am pulled forward ‘til I am sitting on the edge of the desk. Ian steps between my legs and thrusts his thick cock into me, making me throw my head back and groan at how full I feel in that moment.

There is nothing slow about any of this. His cock jackhammers me into the desk and I wail at the ferocity of it because it feels so good. He rubs my clit hard, pinching it and pulling at it, making me beg him to slow down because I can’t keep up.

He steals my words with a kiss, and as he forces me into an orgasm, I feel his fingers around my backside. My eyes widen when he inserts one finger inside, and the other hand presses my clit as he keeps fucking me with his cock. I fall apart again, this time screaming his name, the pleasure so blinding that I lose my mind.

His mouth goes to my neck as he sucks on it, and I gasp out when he refuses to give me a reprieve, pushing me into one orgasm after the other.

He takes his cock out of me for a second, and I am suddenly dragged to my feet and flipped over so that I now support myself with hands on his desk as he enters me again from behind, ravaging my abused pussy.

I cry out his name as my inner muscles tighten and he keeps going. I can feel the way his fat cock moves inside me, filling me up, making me tremble.

When his hands on my hips tighten, I know he is near, and I clench around his clock, making him hiss. Two more thrusts and he comes inside me, pushing me over the edge one more time.

We are both out of breath when he pulls out of me.

“You’re brutal,” Ian says as he tries to catch his breath.

I smirk. “Guess all those hours at the gym haven’t done anything for your stamina.”

I receive a swat on my very naked ass in reprimand.

“Come here,” Ian drags me over to stand between his parted legs and starts buttoning up my blouse with care.

It always throws me off when he insists on doing these small things, as if they matter. I’ve never been celibate. I had a string of lovers, one after the other, and I am not ashamed of it, but none of them had ever treated me so delicately, as if I was something to be cherished and taken care of.

My cheeks feel hot, and when Ian’s eyes meet mine, I see the question in them, even as he voices it: “Why is your face red?”

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