Page 39 of Her Drag Barbarian

I threw down my pen in exasperation. “Can you please go have sex with your boyfriends?”

He stopped, narrowing his blue eyes at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he said, walking slowly over to the desk.

“I mean I’ve spent the entire afternoon when I’m supposed to be working dealing withyourboyfriends coming in and complaining that you aren’t boning them.”

“They aren’t my boyfriends,” he said, closing the gap between us.

“Well, please go stick your dick in them so they stop bothering me,” I said.

His face darkened again and he frowned. “I don’t want to stick my dick in them,” he said. “I want to stick my dick inyou.”

I gasped. “OK, I get it, Beau. You never had pussy before. Well, now you’ve had pussy and you can leave me alone.”

He was still staring at me, the frown deepening on his face. “Leave you alone? I just fucking cameinyour office to have sex with you.”

“You’ve made your point,” I said. “You made me come. I get it. You win.”

When I saw the expression on his face, I got up out of my chair and started to back up, even though I knew with a trickle of fear that there was nowhere to go.

“It’ll be a win when I owneverythingabout you, Elowyn Carew,” he said, and he grabbed my chin suddenly, forcing my face toward his, and he kissed me. “It’ll be a win when you’re Elowyn de la Fontaine and carrying my baby.”

His lips and tongue didn’t take no for an answer either, his lips urgent and his tongue demanding. His kissed me, his hands tight on the back of my neck, trapping me against him, until he felt my tongue reach out, just a bit, to his.

Then I heard his deep moan, and he picked me up and put me on the desk, forcing my legs around his body.

I could feel his big dick against my belly.

Then I suddenly felt him yank my legs down, knocking me off my balance, forcing me to lay flat on my back on my desk.

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BEAU

Holy fucking god, she’s so hot.

I lay Elowyn on the table on her back, one of my hands underneath her breasts, holding down her ribcage, to keep her from getting up and punching me in the face.

With my other hand, I rip her little jeans shorts down. I can see her swollen pussy under her little pink panties, and I groan as I run a finger down her slit.

“Get off me,” she says, but I ignore her.

“I’m going to take what I want,” I say. I physically could not stop myself from taking her. I want her too badly for anything else.

“Got a condom?” she asks saltily, but I think I can hear her voice thickening with desire.

“Fuck no,” I say.

I put my mouth over her panties and suck on her clit.

The sound of her soft, tight moan is unmistakable.

I know she wants this.

I look up at her, and I see her back arch up off the desk, her breasts rising and falling with her arousal, her nipples stabbing up into the air.

With her pussy on my mouth, I allow myself to think about the bone-deep need that’s been growing in power for months when it comes to her.

I want to see her bellyswollen, her belly round with my seed.

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