I continued staring at him, my expression unchanged—and unimpressed.
“You had all of your important stuff already off of the desk.” I motioned toward the picture frames, coffee cups, and pile of documents that were sitting on a ledge of a file cabinet like they had been haphazardly thrown up there in a hurry. “So, you planned this. You think you can just fuck me right here, right now, on this desk?”
“Damn, you caught me. I always wanted to do that desk thing though. I couldn’t let breakables go flying off my desk and Sara rush in here while I was halfway in. Maybe. Just the tip?” He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “Look, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since Halloween, and I think, at least by the way you were looking at me in the meeting, you might feel the same.”
I could still feel the heat between my legs, and my breath remained unsteady. No matter how much I tried to have a poker face, it was useless. I needed to get laid. That pervy parrot had interrupted my alone time, and I could use a release … just this once.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I exhaled into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss me.
“It’s just business,” he growled back.
His arms circled my waist as he gently picked me up and laid me back onto his desk. He stood, pushing my knees apart and shoving himself in between my legs.
“Just business,” I repeated, letting my eyes flutter into the back of my head as I kicked off my heels.
His hands slid up my thighs and tugged at both my panties and my pantyhose. I lifted my legs in the air and rested my feet on his shoulders while he bit his lip and pulled my pantyhose off, one leg at a time. He was taking his time with me, and I didn’t want that.
I pushed myself up and unfastened his belt. Then, I fumbled with his buttons and zippers.
Am I doing this with him again?
His cock leaped up and out at me, smacking me on the base of my chin.
Why, yes. Yes, I am doing this again.
“Sorry! Oh gosh! Sorry … about deez nuts … on your chin.” He looked at me to make sure he hadn’t offended me before he laughed and caressed my chin with the palm of his hand.
I was mortified but too horny to care.
“So, while you’re down there, do you want to take Big Vic into that pouty little mouth of yours? You know, give him a little taste.”
“Hey, Big Vic! Wanna stop talking right now before my Little Sammi dries up like the Serengeti?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is the Sahara. I only know that because I’ve been to the Serengeti—twice. I—” His cock bounced with every pompous pronunciation he made as he discussed geography.
“Dude, do you want my vagina to shrivel up and fall off? Just stop talking. What happened to that Beaumont charisma? Lay it on me—and then lay you on me.”
“You’ve got the perfect pink pussy, Samantha Masson.” My name dripped off his tongue. “It’s so warm and silky.” He pushed a finger inside me.
“Mmhmm. Yes. That’s it. Tell me what you want to do to me.” I moaned, looking down and watching his finger trace up to my pubic bone and back down until he slipped it inside me again.
His cock stood straight in the air, pulsing. I scooted down to the edge of the desk and wrapped my legs around him.
“I want that slick heat of you wrapped around my dick. I want to feel those pulses squeezing around me.” He leaned over me, reaching for my lips. “Taste yourself for me. Taste how you’re sweet like honey.”
I parted my lips as he traced my wetness over them.
“Now, let me taste you on those lips.” He leaned down even further.
I could feel him dripping against my inner thigh.
“Hey, this business meeting has to be responsible. I’m not—” My breath grew heavy. I could barely speak.
He reached behind my head and pulled a condom out of nowhere, wiggling it in front of me.
“Where did you get that? You pulled it out of thin air.”
“Magic.” He smiled as he ripped open the foil and rolled the rubber over his bulging cock. “Wanna see it disappear again?”
“Sure, are you gonna—unf.”
He shoved himself deep inside of me.
“Magic,” he whispered as he pushed himself even further.
My eyes widened with each time he put his full length in me, balls deep. I had known he was big, but feeling again just how big he was came as a shock. I spread my legs apart as he stretched me out. His rhythmic thumping against my cervix had me crying out in a mixture of pain—good pain—and pleasure.
“Shh! Sara is likely listening at the door,” he whispered into my ear.
“I can’t help it. I’m a moaner, and you feel so damn good.”
He sped up his thrusting, slipping his palm over my mouth as I let out a long-drawn-out moan.
“Shh!” He giggled, removing his hand and using his mouth to quiet me.
His tongue slipped over my lips and tangled with mine. I arched my back as he slid his body up and down, rubbing against me in all the right spots.
“I can’t last much longer. I’m—” I gasped.
“Already?”
“I had a bit of a head start earlier.”
“Really?” he growled. “Tell me about it. Whisper it into my ear.”
“I spread my legs on my bed and played with my pussy while I thought of how I fucked your face on Halloween night.”
I felt his ass clench as he pushed all of himself into me and howled like a monkey.
“Shh!” I clasped my hand over his mouth and then my own as I shuddered against him, releasing all of my tension, every last bit of it.
He collapsed on top of me, smiling and planting tiny kisses all over my face, my forehead, my lips, my neck.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” he groaned, slowly pulling himself out and tossing the condom into the wastebasket below his desk.
I hoped Sara wasn’t the one changing his trash bags.
“Me too. It’s a pleasure doing business with you.” I gathered myself together and hopped off of his desk. “You were … amazing out there, by the way. I mean, of course, you were amazing in here too. I’m sure you know that. But, out there, being a commando-in-chief and connecting with your employees, you have a talent for that. You should do it more often.”
“All of that? You mean, having to tell everyone what to do and delivering it in a manner so that they will actually listen effectively? If I could run away from doing this type of thing and join the circus, I would. I’m a bit tired of being the boss man.”
“Really? But you’re so good at what you do. Aren’t you happy, being Mr. Big Easy?” I wiggled back into my pantyhose and slipped my heels back on.
He sat on the edge of his desk, ran his hands through his hair, and tucked his cock back into his pants—his still-erect cock.
How is he still hard? What kind of trickery is this?
“It’s not what I wanted. Don’t get me wrong; I’m happy with my life. I have everything, and if I don’t, I could probably get it. I still feel so … empty though. I’m not passionate about my job. But I’m a Beaumont, and making rum is what is expected of me. Plus, none of my other brothers stepped up to carry on the family business. So, it’s all mine. The good parts and the not-so-good parts.” He slumped his shoulders forward and sighed.