Page 22 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
She smacked her lips and got to her knees. He stood in the middle of the room, enjoying the full experience of this gorgeous woman kneeling before him, her manicured nails running up and down his length.
He held his dick and put it inside her mouth unceremoniously. She took it, and when she started to suck him, he withdrew. With the tip, he tapped on her open mouth, watching her gaze follow his. A scorching arousal zapped through him, pre-cum bubbling at the tip of his cock. She stretched out her tongue to catch some of his jism.
“You want my dick, don’t you?”
“Oui.”
“You’re supposed to be cleaning, yet you’re filthy.” He slapped her cheek with his cock, gently. “Lucky for you, so am I.”
He plunged into her mouth, and she held some of his rod. He didn’t expect her to deep-throat him, but she closed her lips around his cock and sucked him deep while squeezing his balls hard. Her gaze continued to hold his, fire flickering in the depths of her eyes. She sucked him, fiercely, while simultaneously playing with his heavy scrotum.
Fuck. She latched onto his dick, and he threw his head back.
“Yes,” he groaned.
He knew she’d swallow him like the cock-sucking expert she was, but he preferred to come inside her tight pussy. He wanted to possess her, in his office, so he’d always remember how good it felt. How perfectly their bodies molded and limbs blended, resembling one of those Renaissance-type bronze sculptures that could never be broken apart.
He put her against his desk, her hands splayed against the wood, then nudged her thighs apart and thrust into her without warning, wanting to lose himself in her.
She was so wet…the heat and remnants of her orgasm drenching her folds. She looked over her shoulder, and he drew in a breath. “You like it this way, non, Monsieur? Being in charge.”
I do.Every time they screwed, he expected her to deny him, to put an end to the madness he’d proposed. But she was as addicted to the ramming as he was. As eager. As filthy. “So do you.”
He withdrew his cock halfway, then dove back in with a powerful thrust.
She moaned, and that time he doubted people on the floor below couldn’t hear them. Yet, he didn’t care. He, the consummate professional, the guy who avoided taking personal calls at work and who didn’t waste time, was taking a serious time-out and screwing in his office. Who was he kidding? Neither of them was in charge.
Monique gathered the strength to scoot out of his arms, planted her feet on the floor, and stood. She wriggled into the Halloween costume she’d bought at a sex shop. The moment she’d seen it through the window, images of her seducing him filled her mind until she found herself walking out of the shop carrying the props in a bag.
Reality, of course, surpassed the fantasy. Leftover ardor still lurked in her veins, and she tossed her hair to the side, finger combing it in an attempt to make herself somewhat presentable when she left his office.
“Monique?” he called, still sprawled on his sofa, delectable and available.
“Oui?”
“I love when you oui me. Makes me feel like ouiing the hell out of you all over again.”
She smoothed her hands over the dress, already feeling her nipples straining against the cheap fabric. “Well then, I’ll throw in some French lessons sometime.”
He grinned, surged to his feet, then put on his boxers and pants. “I must warn you, I can be an unruly student.”
“That’s why they created the paddle board, n’est-ce pas?” she said teasingly, even though the idea of hurting his perfectly smooth, muscly ass didn’t appeal to her.
Zaine zipped up and perched his hand on his waist, sizing her up. “You bring the paddle and we’ll have a hell of a time, professor. I just can’t guarantee it’ll stay in your hand for long,” he said, his words raising goose bumps on her arms.
“We shall see, mon chéri,” she said jokingly. God, if he had made the freaking duster into a sex toy, what would he do to her if he got his hands on a paddle?
She picked up her trench coat and slipped it on, carefully buttoning up so no one would see the dress underneath. When she finished, she found him leaning in front of his imposing desk, regarding her like he had to watch her closely. A gleam of affection touched his eyes, like those two brown irises carried the secret message he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud. Almost as if…he didn’t want to let her go, and not just because he wanted her physically.
“Next week, I’d like to take you to Hawaii with me.”
She stopped in her tracks. “Why?”
“I have a business event there, and thought it’d be good to mix work and pleasure for once.”
“I thought you worked with your ex on projects in the past. Didn’t you ever mix things?”
He sighed. “Trust me, there wasn’t much pleasure involved then.”
