Page 49 of Gin and Lava

Animal noises tear out of my throat.

“If you want romance, Naomi, I can slow down,” Mason threatens, tipping his hips, and suddenly he’s not quite touching that part of me that sent me into dirty euphoria. I shake my head desperately, wanting him back in position. “Uh huh,” he mocks, gripping my ass. “You can tell me I’m wrong, but I know you learned that bend-over-my-desk-and-pull-your-thong-to-the-side move from porn.”

He’s pounding into me so hard I can’t speak, but I manage to smile at him. And then, he’s cupping my neck and lifting me up so I can see him pumping between my legs.

“I want you to watch,” Mason demands. “Watch yourself come.”

I whimper at his command, unable to look away from where his cock blazes inside me.

“I want you to know exactly how many strokes of my cock it takes to send you screaming.”

“Mason!” I curse, not looking away. “I thought you fucked me perfectly the last time, but—”

“Noyoufucked me,”—he clarifies, glaring down at me sternly—“perfectly.”

I smile at the distinction. I did fuck him last time, and now he’s returning the favor, driving me wild as my slick juices glisten along his powerful length.

“Your staff is going to hear me come,” I pant.

“My staff, huh? You mean my cock?”

“The people who work for you!” I growl, pointing toward the kitchen and the two employees I saw out there.

“Hmmm,” Mason hums, leaning in and nuzzling my neck. “You probably should’ve thought about that before you crawled on my desk and flashed your pussy at me.”

I turn hot pink.

“Or maybe you like the idea of them hearing?” Mason growls in my ear.

“Mason!” I beg, not sure if the audience turns me on or not. I’m only aware that I need him to fuck me into tomorrow. “Please, fuck me harder!”

“Yes, Princess,” he whispers, before putting both his hands flat on the desktop and going to town.

“Oh!”

My cunt ripples and tightens.

I’m yelling out his name.

His employees can definitely hear me. There’s no mistaking the fact that someone is in this backroom fucking.

I decide to not worry about it. I can be as dirty as I want.

“Oh yes! Oh God!” I let go, saying every naughty, dirty thing that comes to mind as I look down at where we connect. His cock is pounding me into orgasmic silence.

Every muscle in my body clenches.

I gasp.

My nails bite into his flesh.

And then I’m shaking and unraveling to the wet slap of our skin echoing through Mason’s office. His cock throbs and I feel him explode, twitching and spilling into my center. His orgasm is just as powerful, making me shudder at the end of his incredible rod. He grunts several times then his weight falls limp against my body.

I’m holding him for a long time, the small room stinking of sex, which he breathes in deeply, like he never wants to open a window, or a door, and let out the scent.

For the second time, Mason has rocked my world …

And it’s starting to become addictive.

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