Page 16 of Christmas with Billionaire's Runaway Bride

"Yes daddy, I like that very much." My seductive voice reaches his ears. He shudders at that and his muscles tightens quickly.

"Daddy?" His husky voice rings throughout my body and a mischievous glint plays across his face. He wants to take control but I cleverly stop him.

"I want to pleasure you." I say sexily and he smiles. He quickly gets hold of my black laced panty and rips it then throws it behind him. He then runs his hand up my thighs, towards my inner thighs. I moan out as his warm hands brush through my already sensitive clit. I am wet, too wet, to an extent of dripping my juices to his hand. A little embarrassed, I try to pull away his hand while hiding my face from him but his actions are too swift for me.

"I want to suck you dry, Ms. Claire." He voices out, his eyes red and plump lips more potent.

"You are so wet for me baby. I want you now." He continues. I compose myself and take control once more. I take off his jacket and remove his tie then unbutton his shirt. I gulp as I trace my hands onto his abs then position myself in such a way that his bulging erection is directly below my wet clit. I quickly realize that he is fully dressed below and I get down to deal with the issue. Just then, a knock fills the room and I pause. Down where I am, I am covered by the desk in such a way that no one can see me unless they make it their mission to look. I wait a little and freeze as I hear a familiar voice. It is the receptionist; how long had I been making out with Michael?

"Yes Sarah, how can I help?" Michael's voice brings me out of my trance and I notice how well he knows how to mask his excitement.

"Someone left a document on my desk and asked me to personally give it to you. He also left this one and told me to go through it before handing it over to the marketing department." From the way Sarah is speaking, it is evident that she has not sensed anything going on. I decide to use that opportunity to mess with Michael. I continue caressing him, while waiting for him to show any emotion in his voice. I slowly open up his zip and find my way to his manhood. It is fully erect and I can feel a wet spot on his boxers. I take the tip of his shaft and use my thumb to massage it. He almost chokes on his own saliva as he continues explaining the document to Sarah yet he is still too careful not to expose my endeavors.

A sly mile plays across my face as I tug on his boxer therefore letting his dick spring free. His breath hitches in his throat and he stops speaking for a second before resuming his conversation. His huge dick stare at me, covered in precum, deliciously waiting for me to take it into my mouth. I get closer to it and blow warm air onto it. Michael's muscles tighten quickly and for the first time, I notice his right-hand clenching against his chair. I use my thumb to massage the head while using the left hand to play with his balls. I use the precum as lubrication and massage his shaft, occasionally licking the tip. Michael coughs and speak but this time, his voice is high pitched.

"Get me a glass of water." He orders Sarah and she does so but it doesn't help him. I take his dick into my mouth and begin moving it in and out, completely disregarding the other party in the room. Michael coughs again trying to mask out his naughty secret.

"Sir, Mr. Simmon are you okay?" Sara says in a concerned tone.

"We can do this another time. Get out! Can you please hurry and get out, now!" He says impatiently, secretly trying to thrust his hips into my mouth.

"Are you sure sir? You seem I'll and you are sweating so much in this cold, can I call your personal doctor?" Sarah asks again when she reaches the door but Michael barks dangerously.

"Get out! Close the door behind you and tell the clients that I am not available till noon." He shouts, Sarah flinches but heeds to his instructions without further interrogation.

As soon as the door is shut, Michael pushes the chair backwards therefore giving us more room to play and then holds onto my face firmly in place. I can already feel his manhood twitching in my mouth and I increase my speed. Michael moans and grunts loudly as his manhood gets deeper into my mouth I adjust myself and make sure that it hits the back of my throat. This causes him to stand and begin thrusting into my mouth. I allow him to do that and he even increases his grip onto my head. I wince in pain and he seems to notice. He loosens his grip on my head but increases his speed then he tightens his ass and groans as he gets close to the end. He tries to pull out of my mouth barking hoarsely, " I don't want to cum in your mouth."

I hold him in place and tighten my lips around his shaft as I continue thrusting. Just then, I squeeze his balls and locate the his prostrate. I apply pressure there and sure enough, I feel spurts of his cum in my mouth. I swallow every inch of the precious liquid and look up at him. I can feel some of it trickling the side of my mouth and he bends down to wipe it but I beat him to it. I make sure to lick it sexily all the while looking at him directly into his eyes.

"Oh Claire, you will be the death of me." Michael's whispers and picks me up.

Chapter Fourteen

Biting More Than Can Chew

I look into Michael's eyes and notice the mischievous glint in them. It clearly informs me that I am in for a ride. At this point my pussy is throbbing, my heart thumping and the blood in my veins is rushing to all the necessary parts. I am in a daze and the excitement cursing through me is undeniable. I hold onto his shoulders tightly and kiss his jelly like lips. He moans into my mouth and takes us to the wall behind him, or so I think. I feel the cold material on my back and that is when I notice that my back is against one of his large windows. My face flushes in embarrassment because my bare ass is plastered on the window

"I want you in ways you cannot begin to imagine." He huskily says which makes shivers run down my spine. He then massages my nipples and pinches it before sucking on them. I feel his hands in my crotch but before we could go further, the sound of someone knocking startles us.

"Sir... It is urgent." Sarah says, fear evident in her voice.

"Sarah!" Michael barks and I flinch at the sound of his deep voice.

"Sir it is Mr. Johnson and he refuses to leave until he speaks to you." She continues.

Michael sighs in defeat and kisses me hard on the mouth. I feel his big and thick shaft poking me. He is still so much excited and is not willing to let go. I suddenly feel afraid of being discovered with the boss and decide to take matters into my own hands. I try to get off him but he is stronger. He holds me into place with one hand as the other finds its way to my clit. He massages it while looking directly into my eyes with an unreadable expression. I moan again, completely forgetting my surrounding.

"Go and tell him to wait for me." He tells Sarah while still massaging my clit. I finally master the strength to push him away and look around for my clothes. I find them scattered all over the floor, pick the up and try to cover myself. Most of my clothes are torn and a look of dismay plays across my face. Michael is still glued in the same place in all his majestic erection, seemingly in no hurry. He smiles at me and waits for me to realize that I cannot go outside looking the way I am looking.

"Michael, I cannot go out like this. What do I do?" Panic sets in and I question him.

"Come here." He says and picks up his own clothes. He leads me towards a bookshelf and he presses something which reveals the room behind it. As I stand before Michael, he nods towards the room he's just revealed. I glance at him and then back at the room, feeling a sense of uncertainty wash over me. It's clear that I'm unsure whether I should step inside.

After a moment of contemplation, it dawns on me that I may not have much of a choice. Michael's expectations and the situation at hand leave me little room for refusal. With a reluctant sigh, I make up my mind to enter the room, hoping that there might be a way to navigate this situation and still find a chance to return to work properly dressed and ready to continue my day. Taking a deep breath, I step into the room, my uncertainty weighing on my mind. Inside, I find a collection of clothes neatly hung on a rack, along with a full-length mirror. It becomes evident that Michael has prepared a solution to my wardrobe predicament.

My gratitude for his consideration grows, and I quickly scan the available clothing options. I select an outfit that suits my preferences and size, then make use of the mirror to ensure it fits appropriately.

I express my gratitude to Michael for his help, and I turn to him for guidance on how to discreetly leave the room and the office without attracting unnecessary attention.

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