Page 53 of The Ice Queen in the Corner Office

I spanked her three more times, until her ass cheeks were bright red and she was making the most amazing sounds of pleasure. Her pleasure ignited my own until I couldn’t wait another moment. I gripped her hips and plunged into her hard, reaching down and rubbing her clit as I entered her. She felt so good, so damn perfect, that I growled and had to still, only my hand moving, working her, before I lost myself.

She wiggled her hips, mewling for more, and I spanked her again, even as I rubbed her. “Don’t move.”

She stilled, and I pulled out slowly and slammed back into her again. She screamed when I did it for the third time, her release pulsing around me. I knew, if I kept moving, I’d finish before either of us was ready, so I pulled out, rolled her, and dropped my face back to her center. She tried to squirm away, saying it was too much, but I held her down, pleasuring her with my tongue until she was moaning again, lost to it. As soon as she reached her climax, I rose up and slammed back inside her.

I lifted her hips onto my kneeling knees and pounded into her. I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath, before I pressed my fingers to her most sensitive spot again and worked her to her fourth orgasm.

When she came down from that one, I slid out from between her legs and used my mouth again to get her to that magic number five I’d promised her. When she came down from that one, her eyes glazed, her body limp, she looked over at me and shook her head. “I’ve never…That was…I think I’m dying.”

I crawled up next to her and lay on my back. “You better liven the hell up, then. You need to straddle me and ride me until I tell you to stop.”

I’d expected her to argue, but that spark lit in her beautiful eyes again and she climbed onto me. Damn, the woman was insatiable. She straddled me and slid down onto me, slowly, inch by aching inch. I watched my flesh disappear into her and almost lost it again.

She moved above me, working me over now, and I watched in complete awe and pure lust as her breasts bounced and her face flushed and her eyes stayed on mine. She rolled her hips and grinned at me, thinking she’d play with me now, but I wasn’t having that.

“Touch yourself,” I said. “Use me to get yourself off.”

She frowned. “I’ve already gone five times, I don’t think I can…”

I shrugged, giving her my best cocky smirk, even as my balls were bitching at me for release. “Good thing we’ve got all day, because you aren’t getting off me, until you get off.”

She nodded, determination filling her expression as she began moving over me. She touched herself, the show as much for me as it was for herself. I watched as she rode me and worked herself to her sixth orgasm. I watched the bliss pass over her and leave her a melting pile of jelly in my arms.

I rolled us until I was on top again and I slowed my pace as I moved inside her, enjoying every moment, enjoying the pleasure on her face, until I couldn’t take any more. I finally gave in, moving hard and fast, like an animal in a frenzy of pleasure, until I found my release.

Since I was an invalid, she took off the condom and cleaned me up. When she tried to leave the bed again, I wrapped my arm around her.

“I need a shower,” she said. “And I should go for a run, see if Mom needs anything.”

“You don’t leave this bed until I say you can, remember?”

“Oh,” she said. “I thought that was done.”

“It’s not done until I say it’s done.” I pulled her back onto my chest and she snuggled against me without further argument.

If we never had to leave that cabin, I wouldn’t complain.

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“I’m starving,” Jill said, emerging from the shower.

I attempted to take in what she’d just said, but she was naked, beads of water from her wet hair trailing down over her breasts, her belly, and lower. All I could think of, all I wanted to think of, was how to get her back under me.

The damn broken ankle was ruining all my best plays. I couldn’t share the shower with her and I couldn’t grab her and toss her on the bed.

“Eyes up here, pervert,” she said raising her hands to her face. I ignored her and kept my eyes on her breasts, her thighs, that gorgeous, heavenly promise land between her legs.

She sighed, and I watched her taut ass bounce back to the bathroom. When she reappeared, she had a towel wrapped around her.

“Take it off,” I growled.

“We’re not playing that game right now.”

“The fuck we aren’t.” She was too far away. “Take off the towel and get back in this bed. I’m not done with you.”

“I’m hungry, Alex. I can’t go on until I get some food in me.”

I considered the joke about feeding her my cock, since she’d walked right into it, but I figured it better not to press my luck when I had her there with me, practically naked. “You get to eat when you’ve earned it. Take the towel off.”

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