Chapter 28 #3
Instead, I take in a deep breath and bite back a moan as she tightens around me.
Seated on my cock, my hand moves between her legs to play over her clit ever so gently and ever so slowly.
It’s swollen and needy, the result of twenty minutes of playing with her cunt, not letting her hit the peak she desperately craves.
With each pass, she tightens over me, the sensation absolutely torturous, but I know it’s still not enough to make her come.
“Attach the file to an email, June.” My head drops, lips pressing against her neck. Her pulse throbbing, her breathing erratic, her hands slowly attaching the file to the email.
“Now write a short note,” I say, forcing my voice to sound neutral despite the throbbing of my cock inside of her. It’s not just June that’s in the most blissful, hellish state: I’m right there with her.
“Graham, how the hell—”
“To Whom It May Concern,” I say, my voice low even to my own ears. “I have attached my proposal for the Third Street mural to this email.” I lift my hips, pushing myself a bit deeper into her.
“Graham!” she shouts, head snapping back, her own hips shifting. I take one hand and grip her jaw, tilting her head toward the screen.
“To Whom It May Concern,” I repeat through gritted teeth.
My other hand moves, gripping her hips and holding her in place, not trusting myself not to throw away the plan and fuck her without abandon until we both come.
Before I can second-guess myself, though, her shaky hands began to move, tapping out my words.
I guide her through writing a concise, curt email, and she types it out, signing off with her name.
In reward, I brush my fingers over her clit, enough to give her something, but not enough to make her come.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Now hit send, June.”
She groans.
“Are you blackmailing me with sex?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. Either way, until you take this step and are brave, I’m not going to let you come.”
“Graham,” she says, hips grinding back into me, taking me just a bit deeper, and I try not to let out a noise, any kind of sign that I’m tipping closer to the edge. “This is ridiculous. Just fuck me.”
“Hit send,” I say. I slide a hand down, gripping her inner thigh hard, in a way that will probably leave a small bruise in the morning. She whimpers, but it must be the motivation she needed to slide the mouse down and hit send.
“That’s my good girl,” I say in a growl, then reach up, slamming her laptop shut and pushing the computer away from us.
Without warning, I lift her, then slam in deep.
Her legs are still hooked over mine, so she’s stretched over my lap and full of my cock.
Her head flies back as she cries out, but it’s not until I put my hand between her legs and start to stroke her clit as I fuck her from beneath her that she comes, tightening like a vise and then screaming out my name as she comes in just moments.
It’s glorious to hear, and even better to feel.
“Fuck!” she shouts, body quaking over mine as relieved moans leave her lips.
“Yeah, June. That’s it, Fuck, you feel so good, coming around my cock,” I grit out. I could come, too, but she deserves more than just one hard orgasm after that.
When she comes down from her high, she looks over her shoulder with hazy eyes and a smile.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she murmurs. I grin, but don’t have the brainpower to speak. Instead, I shift us, putting an arm around her waist and standing with her still attached to me. Sliding the computer out of the way, I lay her belly on the table, my cock still planted in her.
“Oh my god, ah!” she moans as I pull back nearly entirely and slam in hard and deep. “Fuck!”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, taking an ass cheek in each hand and gripping tight, using the hold to push and pull her on my throbbing cock. “Fuck yeah, June. God, you should see this.” She tightens around me as she moans into the table. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes!” she cries, her fingers white as she grips the edge of the table.
Her legs are barely touching the floor as I pound in, each thrust pulling another moan from her lips.
A hand slides up her back, leaving her hip, and wraps her dark hair around my fist, tugging back until she’s forced to look at me.
“Do you know how much you fucking turn me on? Everything you do, June, is absolute torture. So fucking smart, talented, and beautiful. Absolutely brilliant, the perfect woman for me.” She starts to mutter incoherently, and when I know I can’t hold it any longer, my hand moves from her hip, sliding down and around to strum her clit hard and fast, causing her to tighten instantly.
“That’s it, lady luck. God, you look so good like this, taking everything I give you. Do you like it?”
“Oh fuck, yes, I love it!” she shouts, sending me closer. “Fuck me, Graham. Come in me, please.”
“You first,” I order, then pinch her clit. Her entire body tenses as she follows my command, and I can’t hold back any longer, sinking in deep as she comes around me and filling her with my cum.
It’s the most erotic moment of my life, something that will be burned onto my brain for eternity, but somehow, instinctively, I already know we’re going to top it again and again for the rest of our lives.
She lies there, catching her breath, and I stay planted deep, not wanting to leave her warmth just yet.
In a moment, I’ll slide out, carry her to her bed, and then get a cloth to clean her, but first I need to get the oxygen back into my brain.
After a moment, she looks over her shoulder with a goofy smile on her lips.
“Who knew business proposals would turn you on so much?” she says.
My head falls back as a deep, free laugh fills the room.