Page 7 of Tempted

His fingers didn’t stop pumping into me as I shook and continued to fuck his fingers. It was so good that I couldn’t stop, I didn’t want to stop. I grabbed his face, claiming his mouth as his fingers stoked me higher, thrusting deep.

“Please, please, please,” I begged against his lips. “Keep going.”

I felt another orgasm building. I was mindless. My body was doing things, I was saying things, and Hugh was there with me stroke after stroke. He changed it up, rotating and moving in an unpredictable pattern that had me sighing in search of my release.

“I’m not stopping, gorgeous.”

His words egged me on as I began rolling my hips against him. My hands went to his shoulders, pulling him closer, knowing what I really wanted was him pumping in and out of me with more than his fingers. The second orgasm was just there, right on the edge, I could almost taste it. I moved harder and faster against him. I wanted it. I needed it. I deserved it.

“That’s it, fuck my fingers. You’re drenching them.” His fingers were pounding into me, and I swore I was close, but I couldn’t get there. I couldn’t cum. I groaned in frustration.

Hugh kissed me, his fingers circling and squeezing my clit tightly. Blinding heat stilled me as I orgasmed, my pussy gushing against my thighs, coating them in my juices.

I came so hard that I felt the edges of my sight blackening as I fell back, my fingers finding purchase in my dress, grabbing at the fabric, and riding each wave. I don’t know who I was, but it wasn’t Denny. I was outside of myself, pulled out from the sheer force of the climax.

My body, high on lust and endorphins, was floating. After what felt like forever, I realized I was lying motionless on thesink, the only thing I could feel was my chest moving, dragging in the air my burning lungs demanded.

It was incredible. Hugh was – incredible. Everything about him was new, different, and fucking addictive. It took two tries to sit up. Hugh was crouching down, a broken champagne and highball glass were scattered across the ground. It smelled like liquor.

“We made a little bit of a mess. I got it,” he said, glancing at me but keeping his focus on the handful of broken glass he was holding.

I couldn’t even pretend like I would be helpful right now. I was liquid and liquid I was planning to stay.

After a minute or so, the clinking stopped, and I looked up to see Hugh standing over me, just watching.

“Hmm,” I managed to get out as I leaned onto my forearms to get a better look at him.

His shirt was back in place, and he was fastening his cufflinks back to his wrists.

“We’re not finished,” he said.

I laughed because I definitely felt finished.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to get rid of Curtis, tell him you need to head back to work, and that you’ll see him at home. Then, you’re going to meet me in my office, and I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to tell your girls you met God, Allah, and Yahweh spread across a desk.”

The way his tone shifted told me that he was serious.

He wasn’t done, and he really planned to make me keep coming. I didn’t see how it was possible, but I twinged at the thought.

“Or. You could go home and pretend that boring vanilla shit is good enough. We can pretend like this never happened and I can go back to being your work husband and partner-in-crime.”

I leaned forward and slid off the sink, holding on until I was sure I had my balance back. I walked slowly towards Hugh, my fingers buttoning my dress. When I reached him, my fingers traced the jade hanging from his neck.

“You think because you made me cum a few times, you can tell me what to do?”

It was his turn to laugh, he stepped closer, his thumb caressing my bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows, and he tilted his head in question.

“I said, open your mouth.” The words were a demand, a decree. His eyes were serious and before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth.

He placed his fingers inside, the tangy taste hit my taste buds as he mimicked what he’d just done to my pussy.

“Good girl,” he said, a savage smile lifting his lips.

I was euphoric, his words created a pleasant buzz in my head and turned me the fuck on. I wanted him to say it again.

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