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His gruff dirty words… “B-Bez?”
“Yes. It’s me.”
“Where did Gabe go?” Fuck, why do I like this so much?
“I’m here.” The fingers inside start a scissoring move, and I whimper, loving every second of this.
“It’s Gabe’s turn now, Little Wasp,” Bez lets me know as another digit slides inside me, and the rough finger-fuck forces pre-cum out of my tip.
“Turn?” I ask. Does it mean he’ll have his later?
“You’re mine now.” Gabe is back, whispering in my ear as he pulls out those magic fingers and pushes his cock all the way in. The air leaves my lungs, and my body arches, welcoming his shaft even deeper.
There’s no more talking as he fucks into me furiously. Gabe wraps one big hand around the back of my head, tugging it back hard, tangling his long fingers in my hair, and forcing me to look into his eyes. He’s staring at me with so much fervor, it takes my breath away. His arm under my knee pushes my leg wider as he keeps pistoning inside of me.
His long cock reaches even deeper in this position, hitting my prostate repeatedly. I keep moaning like the eager cock taker I am, and I don’t care if they can hear me outside the office. I like the idea of people knowing what we are doing. What the boss is doing to me. How little control he has around me.
I’m consumed, utterly consumed by him. I’ve turned into such a slut. I’ve always liked sex. Just never at this bloody level.
Grunts escape his lips as his gaze flickers from my mouth to my eyes, dropping to my mouth again as his chest rises and falls visibly.
He grips my jaw. “These lips…”
I nod in invitation, and his mouth meets mine with the same unwavering confidence he has in everything he does. His lips are firm and demanding. Warm. In total control. Until I open mine and fight back. My tongue pushes in to taste him, and I get lost as he groans with satisfaction.
His hand lowers to my jockstrap and pulls, hard. I hear a tearing sound, and then as he shifts, his abs start rubbing my bare cock with every fast drive of his hips.
My eyes cross as Gabe becomes the center of my universe.
I find myself eager to please him and obey him as I surrender to the kiss and he swallows all my screams.
A fire ignites deep down where I’m wanting and longing. Every bit of emptiness I feel is eradicated by the long, warm cock inside my channel. By the bruising grip on my hair and my leg. By the commanding tongue in my mouth.
When he breaks the kiss, my head falls back against the wall, but his hand cushions the hit. I feel dizzy and short of breath.
I’m so close. “You feel so good inside me,” I whisper in his ear, sucking his lobe and then nipping his neck.
“Yes,” he groans, pushing my mouth more firmly against his already marked skin as he tilts his head to the side to give me more access.
The bucking sound of his hips slapping between my thighs, his balls smacking against my arse, my back hitting the wall as he rams into me on overdrive, it’s so damn obscene and filthy. It’s the most arousing sound.
His hand slides down once again, wrapping around my desperate cock, and a full-body tremor takes hold of me just before my climax hits. It feels like a volcano erupting, hot lava works from my balls out of my dick, and I bite hard on his shoulder, moaning all my bliss. He fucks me through it, chasing his own release. It comes pretty soon. He lets out a toe-curling grunt and spills hot cum from his jerking cock inside of me as I'm still trembling in his arms.
“Christ!” he moans.Exactly.
My breathing is chopped. My climax has made me weak in the knees. Gabe grabs both my thighs and lifts me in the air, keeping his dick tucked inside me. The movement pushes him deeper, and I whimper, felling more cum dripping down.
He places me on his desk, his fingers in my hair, scratching my scalp. How can having my curls fondled feel so good?
My lips are brushing against his neck, nose nuzzling, inhaling my favorite scents: Gabe and sex. Don’t know how long we stay like this, maybe only a few minutes. He slowly pulls back, cock still hard and slick. Eyes on my leaking hole. I feel his cum dripping out, but I don’t move to clean myself. I can’t.
Gabe is sucking his fingers. He’s tasting me, and judging by his blown pupils, he bloody likes it.
“My time.” The deep growl is followed by a devilish smirk, and I know it’s Bez now in front of me.
“What a fucking vision!” His gaze is on my dripping hole. “It makes me…hungry.”
He slowly kneels in front of me, and now I’m the one with the best vision. Gabe—Bez at my feet, ready to devour me. Fingers crossed.
