Page 78 of My Office Rival

“Stop.” His voice was a whip. “Don’t move unless I tell you to move.”

I froze.

“Cynthia.”

I raised my head to meet those soft eyes. They were filled with an emotion I couldn’t name. My heart thudded.

“Sweetheart. I’m going to walk you through this, okay? I don’t want you to be scared. Don’t forget your safe word, please.”

I smiled up at him, trusting him, wanting more. “I want this, Jason.”

His hand tangled and tugged at my hair. The sharp edge of pain brought me straighter. He stepped in until his thick erection was right there. He fisted it roughly and tapped it against my mouth.

“Open,” he said. I opened. The tip of his cock slid between my lips.

“Suck,” he commanded.

So I did.

His harsh breaths were music to my ears as I swirled my tongue around the crown and then sucked him down in deep draws.

“That feels so fucking good,” he muttered. “Relax, sweetheart. Relax. Sit on your hands.” His voice was firm but coaxing. Normally, I’d grab him, fight for control, but I wanted the full experience. I tucked my hands beneath my shins and forced my shoulders down.

“That’s right. Now relax your cheeks. See how good this feels? More.” He started to thrust in, gently, his hand around his erection to control the depth. “Oh, fuck.” He blew out a breath. “Relax your throat. Tap my thigh if this becomes too much. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Oh fuck.My pulse beat between my legs. His shallow thrusts hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a little.

“That’s all I’ll give you. Take it. Relax. Just be.” His words were soothing, and I closed my eyes, savoring the roughness of his hand in my hair, the taste of him on my tongue. All I had to do was take it. Even with the slight gagging and the saliva gathering in my mouth, it was hot as hell.Fuck, that’s good.His breath came in pants, a low noise tearing from his chest every time he hit the back of my throat. I felt my jaw relax, my throat open a little more. “Good.” He hissed. “So fucking good. You look so hot like that on your knees. Stay like that, sweetheart.”

His words, his reactions, his touch. I trembled.It’s too much.Too much and not enough. I was empty, my core pulsing in time to his thrusts, and I couldn’t get enough friction from pressing my legs together. I sobbed out a little frustrated noise, and he jerked out of me. His eyes were wild and his body shaking a little.

He grabbed me around the rib cage, scooped me against him. “You did so well. Just a little more.” He spoke into my hair, pressing gentle kisses, before dropping me on the bed and flipping me to my stomach.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

48

JASON

Cynthia was boneless against the quilt as I tied her ankles to each bedpost. I ran a palm down her back, and she shuddered and gasped.Perfect.She was there. I knew that feeling. Letting go was blissful. But I had to know she wanted this.

“Good?”

“Yes,” she murmured into the quilt.

“Normally, I’d have special ties for this. I’d bind your hands behind your back or to the bed. Or maybe cuffs. I think you’d like the cuffs.”She’d look so good like that.One palm landed on the round cheek of her ass, and I dug bruising fingers into it before slipping them down, down, to where she was wet and wanting.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed. She was slick all the way down her thighs. “Were you dripping for me while you sucked my cock?”

“Yes,” she sobbed into the quilt.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me make this good. I know what I’m doing.” One stroke, another, another, until she was limp on the comforter. My chest ached at how she trusted me, how she was willing to do this, because I’d asked. She’d never been part of this world before, but now she wanted to learn.For me.I wanted toworship her, to make this so good she’d never forget the way our bodies fit together.

I bent my head between her legs to taste her, and she cried out. Thick swipes, soft strokes, delicate flicks. The taste of her was everything. Her breathy sighs were music to my ears. I was rough with my hands on her body, but gentle with my tongue, until I knew she saw stars. My cock was jerking against the bed, already so close after the way she’d sucked me down. But I could last. I was the king of drawing out pleasure until it was nearly pain.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and smacked her ass, hard. She bucked and screamed into the quilt. The slick rush against my tongue told me everything I needed to know.

I rose behind her, pressing her down with one hand. “Stay flat on the bed. Take it, okay? If it’s too much, safe word.”

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