“Oh…” She whimpered as she began to stroke me.
I fisted her hair, jerking her head to look me in the face. “Are you going to be able to take all of me?”
Without saying a word, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. I knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow all of me, but I flexed my hips, shoving as many inches as I could into her throat. The force of my thrust caused her to gag. Grabbing my pants, she steadied herself before moving her head. I held her hair tight, guiding her face back and forth as I fucked her mouth. Pounding away as she held onto my thighs, I pushed toward my release. Not finding the relief I needed, I fisted her hair and pulled her from around my cock. As much as I wanted to cum, she wasn’t doing it for me.
“Jack me off.”
Her tiny hands wrapped around my girth. She couldn’t just use one hand, so she used both to create a steady rhythm along my shaft. Closing my eyes, I pictured Madison in front of me, on her knees, her luscious curves on display as she held onto my cock and flicked her tongue against my crown. I could see her breasts bouncing as she jerked me to release, my cum jetting across her flawless skin.
“Fuck.” I grunted as my orgasm rippled through my body.
Hot streams of cum spurted onto the woman kneeled before me, coating her chest as my body jerked in her hand. My dick fell limp against my leg as I stepped out of her hold.
“Get up and get your clothes on.” I stalked toward the tiny bar inside the room and cleaned myself up with some napkins.
She wobbled toward me on her heels. “What about me?”
I grabbed her arm. “This wasn’t for you.” I dragged her to the door and yanked it open. “Get out and don’t fucking come looking for me again.” I tossed her out and slammed the wooden barrier in her shocked face.
“But…” The sound of it banging closed cut her off.
I’d never had trouble getting off before, which could only mean one thing.
I was going to break my no fraternization with an employee rule.
seven
MADISON
The rideto my apartment was not going to take long. Never in my life had I ever been in a car as luxurious as Massimo’s, and I didn’t want the ride to end. The leather seats were smooth and comfortable. I had to admit I was glad I hadn’t argued with Massimo about using his driver. It was better than walking.
“Miss Hart,” the driver spoke from the front. “Can you tell me where to drop you?”
“Oh.” I bit my lip. Telling him my address would mean he’d know where I lived, and I wasn’t thrilled with that prospect. “You can just drop me at the corner over there.” I pointed to a small coffee shop about a block away from my place.
“Sorry.” He shook his head. “Boss said to deliver you to your door. Can’t go against his orders.”
“He won’t know,” I mumbled, glancing down.
“Ma’am,” he spoke. “I can call him and get him to just give me the address off your file.”
“You could, but I used my P.O. Box.” I smiled, thinking I’d one upped him.
“Look.” He stopped at the red light and turned around. “If I don’t take you all the way home and he finds out, and trust me, he’d find out, I’d lose my job. Is that what you want?”
Mulling over his words, I felt defeat. I didn’t want him to get fired over me being embarrassed and not wanting anyone to see where I lived. “No. Look, I don’t live somewhere this car will fit in. You understand?”
“Is that what you're worried about? You worry I’ll judge you because of where you live?” He laughed. “Lady… I lived in a trailer before getting this job. Don’t worry about me, okay? We all have to sacrifice to get somewhere.”
Sighing, I nodded at his words. “Yeah, it’s not like I’d choose to be there if I had other options.”
I spat out the address, surprised to see his expression never changed. Either he really didn’t care, or he was an expert at schooling his features. As soon as the car came to a stop, I shoved open the door and hopped out. The driver met me at my side, steadying the door as I stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Thank you. Wait…” I looked at his face. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Freddy, Ma’am.”
“Freddy, please call me Madison. Thank you so much for the ride.”