Page 85 of Red King

He lets go of my head, breathing hard.

When I look back up, I see him watching me intently. His face is still pulled tight with the aftermath of his pleasure.

“You’re…” He grunts. “You’re so beautiful. It’s my turn to make you feel good,” he tells me, holding out a hand.

I note that his cock is back at full mast, which is seriously impressive. I grab his hand and am on my feet a moment later.

Arctic lifts my skirt above my hips. He picks me up and puts me on his desk. I open my legs around him.

Then he shoves my panties aside. Sucking on a finger, he starts to rub on my clit, positioning himself between my legs.

I start moaning right away.

He kisses me once, twice.

“I should use a condom,” he mutters almost to himself. “You sure you’re okay with—?”

“It’s up to you,” I repeat my words from last night.

He looks over at his jacket on the other side of the desk. “Fuck it!”

“No. More like fuck me,” I beg. “Preferably sooner rather than later.”

“Demanding, too. I still might just spank you.”

“Stop talking.”

I’m a little shocked when he lifts my legs, pulls my underwear right to the side, and thrusts inside me in one bold move, his eyes fixed on mine. I yell because it feels so damned good to be filled so suddenly.

He grunts hard, and I thank the lord this room is soundproof.

He keeps his finger on my clit and fucks me hard. I hold on tight. His desk is solid oak and doesn’t so much as move. I put my hands behind me and anchor myself in position.

“You’re wet,” he grunts.

I can’t reply because…Holy shit!

Holy fucking shit!

He goes harder on my clit, strumming my nub with everything he has. We don’t have much time. These meetings are never drawn out.

“Come for me,” he whispers just as his phone rings.

His blasted phone rings, and I was right there. So close.

He slows but doesn’t stop. He puts a finger over his lips, warning me with his eyes, and picks up the phone. His cock goes in and out, in and out…ever so slowly.

“Yes.” He sounds so damned normal.How?

He is silent for a few moments, still rocking into me.

It’s maddening.

“Okay…yes…I understand. I need two minutes, Sally.”

Two. What?

Arctic puts the phone down. He gives me a pained look and pulls out.He pulls out!What the hell?!

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