Chapter 36 Lost & Found #2
“Oh, I can go again,” she teased, releasing more buttons. “The question is, can you? Or are you too tired?”
“I’m not too tired to put you on your knees sweetheart. Let’s see you talk tough when you’re gagging on my cock.”
Sarah made a guttural sound that nearly did me in.
“Someone might come in,” she said, releasing the last of her buttons.
“Then they’ll see what a bad girl you’ve been. How you need to get shown who’s boss.”
She moaned, bringing her hands to my shirt and tugging it out of my pants. “Tell me what to do,” she breathed.
Fuck me.
With my last ounce of common sense though, I shot a glance over her shoulder. The last session of the day was being held in the main ballroom; the chances of someone coming in here were slim.
But not none.
Personally, I didn’t care who saw me. Let them see me fucking my gorgeous employee senseless. But I didn’t want Sarah to be implicated in any other scandal. I could squash one. Two would be hard to deny.
“Come with me.” I rose and helped her to her feet. I held her hand as I walked in the direction of the door, using my other hand to pull the end of a nearby table. I dragged it beside me, caveman style, then arranged it in front of the door, blocking it from opening.
Sarah smiled, the look of gratitude on her face too much. I still needed to make things up to her—how I’d been the past year. And what I knew had to happen next.
But that was for later. I took Sarah’s hand, turning her around to face me.
For now, my dick was straining painfully against my zipper, and all I had was a great fucking need to bury it deep inside my girl. Show her she was mine, even if I had to let her go.
I unbuckled my belt.
“Take your shirt off, Sarah.”
“Yes, sir.” She said it in response to my bossy tone. But fuck if I didn’t love it.
She pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped it off. But she hesitated before removing her bra.
“What is it you wanted to see again?”
Heat coursed through my lower half. “I want to see those pretty tits again, sweetheart. And you’re going to show them to me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll take that bra off myself, but I can’t promise you I won’t ruin it.”
“You’ll rip this bra off, you mean?”
She fluttered her lashes at me, that devilish smile from last night back on her lips.
“I think you want to see that.”
“Maybe.”
I took a step toward her, then hooked my fingers in her bra straps. “I think you want me to see your tits. I think you’re desperate to show me those perfect pink nipples.”
I removed my hands, leaving her bra in place.
She narrowed her eyes.
“Are they tight for me?”
“Maybe.”
I shifted my knee between her legs, knocking them open.
“How about that pussy? Is it wet?”
“Maybe you should feel for yourself.”
She took my hand and drew it up between her legs. My hand expected soaked fabric. What it found was bare pussy, already wet.
Already ready for me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, drawing my finger along her opening.
Sarah’s eyelids fluttered, her mouth dropping open at my touch.
“Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”
She ran her hands over her inner thighs. “Lucky coincidence.”
I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this woman. I slipped a finger inside of her. “You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpered.
Fuck me. I’d spent an hour away from her, and all I’d wanted was to get her back in my arms immediately. Every time I was stopped by yet another fucking person who wasn’t her, I’d wanted to snarl at them. To tell them they were standing between me and the woman I loved.
And here she was, so fucking ready for me.
“Is this where you want me, Sarah?” I asked, inserting another finger.
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking herself against my fingers. I hadn’t even moved them yet.
“You want this pretty pussy filled with my cum? I inserted another finger and she whimpered again, inching forward. “Please.”
I removed my hand and she made a sound of disapproval.
“Get naked,” I demanded. “Right fucking now.”
I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, but she complied. She removed her bra, releasing those hot little tits. Then she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
I undid my pants, pulling out my thick cock.
She sucked in a breath when she saw it, as if she’d forgotten its size in the time she’d been away.
I stroked my shaft, precum slippery over my head.
“Sit on the table.”
She sat.
I gave my cock a stroke. “Spread those legs.”
She did, and I groaned seeing her slick pussy bared for me.
Another stroke. “Touch yourself, Sarah.”
She brought her hand down, giving herself a soft graze of her fingers.
“I said touch yourself.”
She kept her fingers on her pussy, doing exactly as I asked.
“Eyes on me,” I said.
I stroked my cock harder to the rhythm of her hand. I stepped closer, stopping just between her legs.
“I want—” Her breath hitched as I slipped two fingers into her. She cried out as I curled them toward myself. I knew just what my girl liked, and it was so fucking hot seeing her react.
“Keep going,” I said. I added a third finger.
“Faster, sweetheart. Bring yourself close.”
When I added all four of my fingers, feeling her pussy stretch around them and her little gasp at the added thickness, my cock strained hard in my hand.
She was frantic now, her fingers circling around her clit.
She was going to come. I could feel her clenching against me. And if I kept up this stroking, I would, too.
“Stop now, angel,” I said, stilling my fingers and sliding them out of her.
She moaned. “I was so close.”
“I’m going to get you there,” I promised. “But I’m not going to rush this.”
Not when it might be the last time we had together.