Page 28 of His Curvy Obsession

I can’t bring myself to care though, especially when Eric pushes me away and stands, yanking me towards the pew and bending me over the back of it. Before I know what’s happening, the skirt of my pink dress is flipped up over my back and he’s yanking my underwear down, gliding his cock against my opening and pushing in.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, stroking my backside softly as he pushes all the way in. He stays there for a moment, hesitating.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says. “Just savoring this. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you, right there in the office.”

“No way,” I reply.

“Yes,” he says. “Usually when you’re talking back to me. You know, you’re the only one at the office who gets away with that. Didn’t you ever wonder why?”

“I assumed it’s because of my superb work ethic,” I reply, grinding back against him. “And the fact that you wouldn’t last a day on the job without my help.”

“That is why you get paid so well,” he replies. “Better than any of my other assistants before or after. But the reason you get by with so much sarcasm at work is for another reason entirely.”

“What’s the reason?” I ask.

I pull away from him a little, letting his cock slide out of me.

He grips my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh just enough for it to hurt a little, and slams me back against him, his cock filling me again and hitting that spot inside of me that makes me want to scream.

“The reason,” he mutters, pulling out and then slamming back into me with even greater force than before. “Is because every time you talk back to me at work, my brain immediately goes tothis.Wanting to bend you over my desk and. Fuck. Your. Tight. Pussy.”

He punctuates every word with a brutal thrust until my arms feel weak, hardly able to brace me against the back of the pew beneath his weight and force. Maybe he senses this because he pulls out and flips us now so that I’m on top. He pulls the straps of my dress down so that my breasts spill out and begins thrusting into me from below, faster than I can even keep up.

“Love this position,” he says, easing my mind with any insecurities or doubts I might have felt from being so exposed, my weight resting on top of his thighs. He bounces me on top of his lap like it’s nothing to him. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself.”

My eyes widen. Even with Eric boosting my confidence, I’m not sure I can do that in front of him.

“Do it now,” he orders me, his voice having that familiar hard edge that he occasionally takes with me in the office. “Show me.”

When I don’t obey, he stops thrusting into me and leans in, gripping my hair in his hand and kissing me hard on the mouth.

“I need to know how you do it when you’re alone,” he breathes against my lips. “Show me what you like, baby. Show me what feels good to you. And then I’ll show you how to make it feel ten times better.”

I hesitate for just a second more. His grip on my hair tightens, the slight pinch of pain bringing me out of my mind and back into my body. I feel his cock inside of me, buried and stretching me tight. I feel his lips against my throat as he kisses my neck, my shoulders, dragging his parted lips and tongue across my skin like I’m something he’s going to eat.

Every nerve ending on my body is awake now and with Eric’s orders, what I need to do feels simple. There’s no room in my mind right now for insecurity or doubt, not anymore. I know what to do; Eric is in control, and for once, I don’t mind being bossed around by him.

Impatient, he guides my hand down to the apex of my thighs and simulates stroking myself. I fall in line now, showing him what he’s demanding to see, the way that I touch myself when I’m alone. Only it’s so much more intense with his length inside of me, multiplying the pleasure.

He really does watch me, his eyes on my fingertips in the dim light of the darkened room, and after a moment, he pushes my fingers aside, replacing them with his own.

“Like this?” He asks, circling my clitoris with the pads of his first two fingers.

“Yes,” I breathe.

I feel so wanted beneath his watchful stare. The object of his obsession, feeling what it must be like to be a research paper crossing his desk, something to be studied in his lab.

I never believed this would be romantic, much less arousing…but Eric’s attention is all-consuming, his focusuninterrupted, even when a burst of laughter breaks out loud enough to be heard from the reception hall in the distance.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, quickening the pace of his fingers as he circles his hips, grinding against me with the full length of his shaft still deeply buried inside of me.

On fire. My body feels like it’s on fire, in the best way possible. I hardly hear what he says next, murmuring forbidden promises as I lean forward and press my forehead against his. But then I hear three words, another order given clearly and forcefully.

“Come for me,” he growls, grinding into me harder.

And then I do. He clamps a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as I buck against him, riding his cock as my shaking orgasm sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body, radiating from my core to every limb until I can’t keep going.

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