Chapter 44
Nathan
"Sir, you can’t be here." Her sales assistant hovers behind me.
"That’s my wife," I growl without moving.
I walked into the bakery, barged past the surprised sales assistant, and headed to her office, threw open the door and paused.
She’s seated behind her desk. Her features are flushed, her back is straight, but the tell-tale movement of her arm gives away the fact she’s engaged in something else.
"Skylar," the salesperson behind me yells, "are you okay?"
"Yes." Starling clears her throat, then in a strong voice says, "He’s telling the truth. He’s my husband."
"Oh, okay."
I sense the woman behind me backing away. That’s when I step in, shut the door behind me and lock it.
"You came." Her voice is breathless.
"You didn’t." I prowl toward her, rounding the table as her movements get more frantic. She throws her head back, showing off the creamy length of her throat. Her tits stretch the blouse she’s wearing. The neckline dips enough to show off her gorgeous cleavage.
"I’m going to —"
"You will not come until I give you permission," I say, almost gently—confident her body will obey me, knowing she’s trying her best to reach the edge of this climax, which holds her in thrall—absolutely fucking adoring every inch of her curvy, plus-size body, and her beautiful hair, and the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips, and most of all, her big heart. Her generosity of spirit, which insists she put everyone else before herself. It’s this quality that wouldn’t allow her to stop Ben from pursuing his dream.
And now, she’s trying to fill that gap in her life by taking care of Hugo.
The least I can do is give her enough orgasms and make her happy.
"But, Nate, I wanna." She looks at me from under her heavy eyelids, and continues to fuck herself, only it’s clear her orgasm isn’t progressing.
Her expression turns fierce, and she shoves her fingers in and out of her cunt.
A squelching sound fills the air; that’s how wet she is.
Also, her scent—the complex perfume of wet pussy tinged with the sweet yearning of her arousal permeates the air.
It sinks into my blood and tightens my groin, until I’m sure my cock is going to burst out of my pants.
And still, she doesn’t come. Not even when I walk over to her, push down her panties, then circle my fingers around her wrist and hold her hand in place.
I twist her wrist, knowing it will cause her fingers to curve against her pussy walls. I’m rewarded by a mewl.
"Your body knows who its master is, baby.
" I begin to fuck her with her own fingers, moving them in and out of her. The trembling begins anew in her body, and when she whimpers, I’m there with my mouth over hers to absorb the sound.
I slide my tongue over hers, drink from her, and hold her gaze with mine, seeing the need inside her to come.
Then, I plant my bulk between her legs. I sink down to my knees, and pulling her fingers from her cunt, bring them to my mouth and suck on them.
Her pupils dilate, and she parts her lips, but seems incapable of speaking.
And when I lick my lips, she draws in a sharp breath.
I ease her panties down her legs and pocket the scrap of cloth.
Then I hook my arm under her knee and push her leg up and over the arm of her chair.
When I look down, her plump pussy lips glisten at me.
And when I bend and lick her from back hole to clit, she sinks back in her chair.
I begin to eat her out in earnest, flicking my tongue in and out of her sopping wet slit, and when I suck on the nub of her clit, she cries out, "Nate! "
My name from her mouth drives me over the edge.
I grip her around the waist, rise to my feet, lifting her with me, then plant her on her table.
I carefully push her laptop to the side, and shove at everything else.
Papers flutter to the floor, a notepad crashes, some pens, her phone.
I kick her chair aside, and it overbalances with a crash.
She blinks, but otherwise, doesn’t react. Only when I notch myself at her opening, does she wrap her legs around my waist. "Nate," she whispers.
"I’m going to fuck you now."
Before she can react, I’m buried inside her in one smooth move.
She cries out.
I wait there, throbbing, pulsing inside her.
Each breach is echoed by the loving clasp of her pussy around my cock.
Each thump of my beating heart is mirrored by the pulse at the base of her neck.
I push my nose into the curve of her shoulder, take a long sniff, then bite down through the fabric of her dress.
She wails, and the sound causes my dick to jump inside her.
I push her back to lie on the desk, then twist one of her arms up and over her head.
I pin it to the surface, then the other, before locking them in place with my hand.
With the other, I cup her breast, then give into temptation and lock my mouth around her nipple.
I bite down again, and this time, she whimpers.
I pull down on her dress, so her tit is bared, then suck on her reddened nipple.
She shudders, tries to pull her hands from my grip, but I don’t release her.
I place my face over hers, looking her deeply in the eyes.
Then I pull out and ram into her with enough force that the entire desk screeches and moves forward.
"My… My employee will know what’s going on."
"I’ll pay her off."
"Money can’t buy everything." She holds my gaze. "Definitely not love."
"Maybe not forever, but right now, it’s you and me, and there’s nothing between us."
A shadow crosses her features, but she seems to shake it off. "Only us."
I begin to fuck her more intensely. Each time I bury myself in her, her entire body jolts.
Each time I pull out, my body misses her.
All of my blood is in my balls. There’s nothing left of me to give to her.
Nothing except my cum. I pull out, and this time, when I thrust into her, I hit that spot deep inside her.
She begins to shiver and tightens her hold around my waist, as I continue to stuff myself into her channel, continue to brush up against that sweet secret spot of hers, over and over, until tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes.
"Please, please, please," she chants.
And I can’t hold back. I lower my face until our noses bump, and our breaths mingle, and my lips brush hers. "Come with me."
She shatters, and I absorb her cries and fuck her through her aftershocks, until I follow her over the edge. My orgasm goes on and on, and when I’m finally spent, I bury my face in the curve of her shoulder. Only then do I realize, I didn’t use a condom.