Page 103 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

I find her other nipple with my tongue, and I’m rewarded by another breathless gasp. Her hands find my hair, her fingers tangling, holding me there.

Then I pull back, needing more. “Your pants. Off.”

She complies without argument, shimmying out of her tailored trousers and sensible lace panties, leaving them pooled on the expensive rug.

She’s naked now, kneeling slightly on the edge of the sofa, looking up at me with those wide, dark eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and arousal.

Fucking intoxicating.

I undo my own belt, my fly, and shove down my pants, then my underwear, freeing my hard cock.

Jesus. Finally. The pain of constraint was almost too much.

Free now. Fucking free.

My cock pulses hungrily, thick and ready, slicked with pre-cum. It looks bigger than I’ve ever seen it. And I’m being fucking serious. None of the other girls could ever dothisto me.

Her eyes drop, widening slightly.

“You’re so... big,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “Condom?”

Right.

Fuck.

Almost forgot. Safety first, even in the fucking home office.

Especiallyin the home office.

I reach into the inner pocket of my suit jacket slung over the back of my desk chair and retrieve a foil packet.

Always prepared.

I hold it out to her.

“You put it on,” I command softly.

Her eyes fly back to mine, startled. But then I see a flicker of that same hungry I saw earlier when her eyes dipped to my crotch.

“A little present for you,” I explain.

A sly smile forms on her lips, and she swallows eagerly. Her fingers tremble slightly as she takes the packet, rips it open, and carefully, expertly rolls the latex down over my throbbing length. Her touch is incredible, wrapping around a thick, pulsing vein in my cock, and sending fire straight to my groin.

I’m almost surprised I don’t cum in her face.

Watching her perform such an intimate act, right here, in the seat of my power… it’s a fucking power trip unlike any IPO win.

“Good girl,” I praise again, my voice thick. “Now, turn around. Kneel on the edge. Hands on the back of the sofa.”

She obeys instantly, gracefully turning and kneeling, presenting her incredible ass to me. Her back is straight, her dark curls tumbling down. I place my hands on her hips, feeling the soft skin, the curves beneath my palms. She’s trembling slightly.

“Perfect,” I murmur against her ear, pressing the head of my cock against her wet folds. She gasps, arching her back instinctively.

I slide into her slowly at first, savoring the tightness, the heat. Her pussy clenches around me, slick and welcoming.

“Fuck, Sabrina,” I groan, burying myself deep inside her, to the hilt.

She cries out, gripping the back of thesofa tighter.

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