“Ohmy God.” My words are muffled around his fingers.
“You like knowing I’m going to fill you up and send you out of here, my cum dripping out of you with every fucking step.”
With his pointer and middle fingers still in my mouth, he presses his thumb under my chin, forcing my jaw to widen as he leans over me and spits right into my mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he replaces them with his tongue. He licks into my mouth before sharp teeth find my bottom lip, nipping hard enough to draw blood.
“Ahh,” I cry out, the sound pathetic to my ears.
“Want me to come inside you, little slut?”
“Yes,” I breathe out as he fucks me harder.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… yes, daddy.” My arms wrap around his neck again, holding on tight as he grips my hips, lifting me off the desk. “Come in me, daddy. Please.”
A groan rumbles from his chest, the sound like velvet caressing my skin. This new angle has him hitting my prostate over and over and over again with each pump. I can’t take it.
I’m barely able to reach down and lift my shirt before my cock detonates again. Shooting thick ropes all over my chest as my teeth sink into his shoulder.
“That’s it,hijo. Give it to me.” Zeke’s breathing heavily, grumbling in my ear as I feel his body tense moments before his cock throbs, and he spills into my hole.
Once the last drop drips out, he sets me back down on the desk as he slips out of me slow enough to watch his cum drizzle out of me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, a look of pure awe on his face.
The post-nut clarity kicks in, and it hits me all at once about what we just did and where. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Your assistant probably heard us.”
“No, she didn’t,” he grunts. Reaching into the drawer, he pulls out a tissue, cleaning my chest before wiping down his spent cock.
“How do you figure? She sits directly outside your office, Zeke.”
He backs up, bending over to pull up his pants as I scurry off the desk, making quick work of dressing myself too.
“She had a long lunch scheduled with her fiancé. She’s not even here.”
“I can’t fucking believe we just did that.”
Once dressed, he takes a seat in the chair he kicked to the side. He resumes his work while I stand there, floundering at what just happened.
“Um, hello?”
His eyes drag to mine, annoyance dripping from his expression. “Yes?”
“That’s it? You fuck me and return to work?”
“I have emails waiting for me,” he explains. “What? Would you like to cuddle first?”
“Fuck off,” I spit. “I’m leaving.”
“I’d fix your hair first,” he rebuttals. “You look all kinds of just fucked. Or better yet, leave it, in case you run into Jordan on your way out. Wouldn’t want him to think he’s ever going to have what’s mine again.”
What a fucking asshole. I cannot believe I let him fuck me again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Zeke Alvarez
“So, what’s new with you?” Enzo asks as we look over our menus.
