Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“B-Ben …” I say, trying to rise off of the desk.
His free hand slaps onto my lower back, shoving me right back down onto the desk. “You will be done,” he murmurs into my ass, “when I say you’re done.”
After just a few seconds of his fist working my hypersensitive cock, I start to squirm—really squirm. But fight as I might, Ben holds me in place with his face buried in my ass, his hand on my back, and his other twisting and jerking my cock.
He won’t let me get free from this post-orgasm torment.
And somehow, I love it. It’s like the orgasm that never ends, even though I’ve stopped coming and the sensation is too much. I squirm against him because whatever he’s doing in my ass still feels so good, despite my growingly desperate need for him to stop stroking my sensitive cockhead.
Then, finally, I feel the sweet reprieve of his face pulling out of my ass and his hand letting go. I only experience a short moment of missing his touch before his hands grip my hips and flip me around to face him. My naked, half-wet, wholly-spent body faces his fully clothed one. He smirks down at me, smug, triumphant, proud of the mess he’s made of me.
As he stares at me, he lifts his hand up to his mouth. My cum hangs from his fingers. I watch as he closes his eyes, slowly brings a finger to his lips, and tastes me. He seems to savor the taste, his mouth twisting into a crooked smile as he slowly licks his hand clean of me, his tongue working in much the same way I imagine it worked on my ass.
“So unsafe,” I mutter.
His eyes flip open. “Oh? You’re calling this unsafe, virgin?”
My face is still flushed from everything we just did, and I am still catching my breath. “Eating the cum off your fingers from a guy you’ve only known for two weeks?”
“Two and a half weeks.”
“And even though I’m a virgin, I still might’ve messed around with guys before,” I point out. “And also—”
He takes a step toward me, his clothed body pressing against my sweaty naked one. “Am I really getting a lecture on safe sex after having my face buried in your tight, wet ass?”
I bite my lip, feeling oddly self-conscious. “I … was just …”
Then, unexpectedly, he pulls me in for a hug. Apparently he’s not afraid of my sweatiness, or my wetness, or any cum that might still be on my cock. He presses me against him, holding me tightly against the cage of his muscular body.
In my ear, he says, “Break time’s over. Get your clothes back on. You have work to do.”
I grin despite myself. He lets me go, and I crouch down to gather my clothes off the floor. When I pull up my underwear, it feels cool to the touch of my body. Having the wetness of all our activity still on me as I dress is strangely erotic to me, like I’m wearing our depravity.
Just as I’m slipping on my tie, he comes up to my front and, grabbing the tie out of my grip, starts to put it on for me. I let him, my cheeks warming as I gaze up into his eyes while he slowly, caringly, gently does my tie. When he pulls it through the hoop and draws it up to my neck, his eyes flit to mine and scorch me all over again.
That’s where it all began: in those gorgeous eyes of his.
“Now get back to work,” he tells me, his tone soft and sweet, “and don’t let me see you turning in bad work ever again, intern.”
I bite my lip to suppress a grin. “Yes, sir.”
When I leave his office, I’m surprised to find no curious or suspicious eyes on me. It’s like no one even remembers that I was called to his office. The table is empty when I return to it, so I assume the previous task got completed by Elijah and Ashlee while I was occupied.
You know, occupied being rimmed and milked by my boss.
After all that sensitive milking of my cock, I face a sudden and urgent need to take a leak. Scurrying to the bathroom, I stand at one of the urinals and let loose. There’s nothing quite like a good, strong peeing after such a hard and bodily come. It’s almost better than the relief of orgasm.
Liar, I tease myself, then smile at the wall.
My smile dies a quick death when the bathroom door opens, there’s footsteps, and then Brady appears at the urinal right next to mine.
Thankfully, I’m finished and don’t need to endure any smug or condescending glance from the pompous punk. I flush and go to the sink, washing my hands thoroughly. Brady finishes just as fast and then occupies the sink next to mine.