20. Chapter Eighteen
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
GENE
G ene sighed as he shut his office door behind him.
“Is everyone together?” Gene asked as he saw Ezekiel walking towards him.
“Yes, they are,” he replied.
Walking out of the building he saw everyone standing there, talking with each other. Part of him felt bad he was telling everyone about Sammi having diabetes but he needed her to be safe. He needed people to know if something happened when he wasn’t around.
Nothing could happen to her.
Nothing was going to happen to her. Not under his watch.
“Thank you for meeting up on such short notice,” Gene called out. “I’ll make this very brief. Sammi, one of your coworkers and my girl just got diagnosed with type one diabetes. I want everyone to be aware so if you see her working and something is off, that you know what might be the problem.”
“What if we know nothing about diabetes?” someone called out.
“I’ll be sending out an email with some of the symptoms. She’s on sick leave right now while she learns how to manage it. Hopefully when she comes back to work, she’ll know the signs to look out for and nothing happens. But I wanted to let people know so you are aware,” Gene explained. “That is all.”
Several people nod before walking away, getting back to work.
“Everything okay?” Ezekiel asked. “You can be honest. It’s just us two and you know I won’t say shit to other people.”
Gene sighed and looked back at his office. “I’ll be taking some time off to help her. She needs support and she’s coming to terms with the fact that her life is going to change a little.”
“Take all the time you need. I’ll watch over everything here and will let you know if I need anything,” Ezekiel patted his shoulder. “But how are you doing?”
Gene thought about it for a second. “Worried some. Just worried about her and how she’s going to deal with this.”
“With you by her side? She’ll be just fine.”
“Thanks. I’m going to go check on her and head home.”
Ezekiel walked away as Gene made his way back to his office. When he walked into his office, Sammi was sitting on her chair like he left her.
“You’re coming home with me and spending the night,” Gene declared, not giving her room to try and get out of it.
“I am?” her eyes were wide.
“Yes, you are.”
“Is everything okay? Did everything go okay?” She whispered, fidgeting with her hands.
Gene knelt in front of her, cupping her face. “Everything is okay. I just don’t think I’m ready for you to be away from me. Everything went smoothly. People know you have diabetes.”
“That’s sweet and a little possessive,” she chuckled.
“Let’s go home.”
* * *
“Such a good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “My good girl. Are you going to continue to be a good girl for me?”
They had gotten home and eaten a nice dinner, Gene feeding her with her on his lap. Sweet torture for him. With every little move she made on his lap, his cock swelled, wanting to be inside of her and let go.
But he held himself back until they finished eating and she started to move again. They were currently in his bedroom, Sammi sitting on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Such a good girl,” he purred.
Gene slowly started to pull his shirt over his head, catching Sammi ogling at him like he was some type of candy ready to be licked. He smirked at the thought, taking his time to push his jeans to the floor. Her eyes were narrowed on his straining cock, begging to be released from under his boxers.
“Does my little pet like the look of me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Words,” he commanded.
“Yes!” she quickly said. “Please, let me see your cock?”
“Are you my greedy little cock lover?” he asked, leaning forward.
“Yes, sir. I’m your greedy little cock lover. Only your cock, sir.”
Satisfaction filled him as she said those words. His greedy little cock lover, his cock and no one else’s. He wanted her to say that over and over again.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she locked eyes with him.
Ever so slowly Gene pulled his boxers down, revealing his pierced dick.
“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, staring right at the head of his cock. “You’re pierced!”
He shrugged. “Heard women like it.”
“I love it,” she whispered. “Cou-could I give you head?”
“Crawl to me,” he commanded.
He watched as she clenched her thighs together, squirming where she sat.
“Does my little pet like me telling her what to do?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Crawl.”
She gently slid from the bed and onto the ground on her hands and knees. She ever so slowly started to crawl to him, stopping right in front of him.
“Such a good girl for me. Did you like crawling?” he asked. “I loved watching you obey me.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, craning her head to look at him.
Grabbing his cock, he pumped his hand up and down the shaft several times, Sammi watching the movement.
“Open,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth, wrapping her hot mouth around his cock.
“Wrap your hand around the base,” he said, moaning.
Sammi did as he said, wrapping her hand around as cock, her tongue swirling the tip. His hips bucked, wanting her to take more of him as pleasure coursed through his body. Gene’s hand gripped some of her hair, pulling her towards him slightly.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” he grunted.
She chuckled around his dick before hollowing her cheeks out, pulling back before surging forward, her hand following suit. Moaning, he started to guide her with his hand.
“Just like that,” he moaned, his eyes closing for a brief second.
He continued to move her head back and forth for several more seconds, pleasure running up and down his spine. He pulled out, sucking in a deep breath before letting go of her hair. Sammi whined, looking up at him.
“I’m not going to come in your mouth. I want to come inside of you,” he growled.
Gene helped her stand up, crashing his lips onto hers. They fought for dominance, but he knew he was going to win. Their lips moved in sync with each other, his tongue starting to explore her mouth.
His hands start to move down, exploring her body. Sammi pulled back, giving him better access as he trails his hands over her breasts, giving them a little squeeze.
“Clothes,” she murmured.
Gripping the end of her shirt, he yanked it up, throwing it somewhere in the room before working on her bra, then her pants, and last but not least her underwear. He groaned as he slid her panties down her legs.
“Lay on the bed, legs spread,” he commanded.
He watched her walk over to the bed, getting into position. Licking his lips he stalked towards her, pushing her legs wider as he lined himself up with her entrance, not waiting for anything.
“So wet for me,” he groaned.
“Only you. Please,” she begged.
He slowly pushed himself inside of her, Sammi’s juices coating him.
“So fucking tight,” he clenched his jaw, pushing further into her.
Gene looked at Sammi, stilling when he saw tears lining her eyes.
“Shit,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. You should have said something.”
“No, please don’t stop. Just do it quickly,” she rushed out. “Please.”
But Gene didn’t move.
“Please,” she begged. “I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”
Nodding, Gene pushes the rest of the way into her, closing his eyes as he feels her clench around him. Sweet torture. Looking back at Sammi, he brought his hand up, wiping away a lone tear.
“Move,” she whispered.
Gene didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled almost all the way out before ramming back in. Pleasure coursed through him as he continued his thrusts, Sammi gripping the sheets of the bed into her hands.
Gripping her hips, he thrusted harder, Sammi’s mouth opening but no sound coming out. He couldn’t help but grin. Fucking her into silence. Pleasure builds up inside of him with each thrust.
He isn’t going to last long.
“I need to,” she gasped as he rammed back into her. “Come.”
“Come,” Gene commanded.
Sammi screamed out, clenching around him as she rode her high, pushing him over the edge. His thrusts slow down to almost nothing as he chased his release before pulling out, laying down beside her.
“Absolutely amazing,” she whispered, snuggling into his chest.