Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“How about you, Nelson?” a voice sounds out from the screen, and Mr Gregory shifts, turning his attention away from me. “Do you agree with Theresa’s plan for platform enhancement?”
“No,” Mr Gregory says, as though he’s been concentrating intently and not throat fucking a slut under his desk. “I think the maintenance figures are severely underplayed. We’ll go over budget by at least twenty percent if we go down that route.”
Fuck budgets. I grip his shaft, and run my tongue up the length of him, staring up at the director, despite the fact he’s debating with a colleague onscreen. I know he can feel my gaze. Feel my adoration. I worship his cock like it’s sacred, savouring every taste. I let out tiny whimpers, and slip a hand between my legs. I’m already soaking wet in my dirty lacy panties – all because of him.
The roleplay takes over me. My horny soul springs to the fore.
I love being Mr Gregory’s slutty intern. I love peppering his balls with kisses, daring to suck them until he swats me away and angles his cock back towards my mouth. I hope he’s going to grab hold of my hair again, but his dialogue is too intense for that now. He’s fully engaged in debating, and I use the opportunity to milk it – literally. I create an irresistible rhythm, and grin around his dick as it pays its reward. His voice stammers for a moment before he clears his throat, and his hips start rocking involuntarily in his seat. The wheels twist back and forth a little as he uses the leverage.
I get myself ready for the gift of his spurts in my mouth – my fingers speeding up on my clit through my panties – but he reaches under the desk and grabs my hair again. Not to fuck me harder, but to halt me in my tracks. He holds me away from his cock, continuing his onscreen conversation, and I get a churn in my stomach – feeling the pain of a loved-up intern being shunted away like she’s worth nothing.
In his world I am.
In his fantasy, I’m a slut desperate to serve at any cost, and nothing more.
He’s calmed down by the time he lets go of my hair, back to flatline. His dick is still hard, but he’s not on the edge, so I build up again right from the start. Flicks of my tongue along his shaft. Wide eyes when I gaze up at him. He angles his cock, offering it deeper, and I accept it with a moan, sucking it back up like a needy whore and giving him my throat.
Mr Gregory is a god of a director to Holly Jones. She’s risked her fledgling professional reputation by crawling across his office floor just to worship his cock.
We dance the same dance as he continues his meeting. So many boring budget figures up for discussion. I work my clit and suck his cock, building enough of a rhythm that he grabs my hair and shoves me away from him three times over. He keeps up his engagement onscreen, but I catch him out, looking down at me time after time. I think he must be addicted to my silent mouthing of please.
We’re on round four when I get more frantic with my clit, my tension building up as much as Mr Gregory’s. Fuck it, I can’t take any more. I hold my breath as I come, ears ringing, but he must feel me shudder. I have my mouth open, eyes dazed in climax when he next stares down at me.
And that’s when he loses his flow in the meeting.
“Nelson?” someone asks. “What does your outline say?”
But he doesn’t respond.
“Nelson?” the voice asks again, and he shakes himself, tearing his eyes away from me.
“Sorry, what?”
“What does your outline say? About Berlin’s tech budget for next quarter.”
He clears his throat. “Eleven percent up from last year. They have another app in progress.”
His eyes are back on mine as the conversation moves on, and I smile like a cunning bitch before gobbling his cock into my mouth. He looks like he wants to tear my pussy to pieces when the meeting is done.
I hope he does.
I make sure I moan when I sense the online chitchat is drawing to a close. I hear the word summary and ramp up the stakes, letting my lips pop and my throat quack as I take his cock. He gives his acknowledgements to the points onscreen, but his hips start rocking again. In earnest. This time I’ve got him.
I’m going to make him blow so fucking hard. His balls are baking hot, swollen pink, and those veins are fucking straining. I’m going to get one hell of a splattering when he shoots. What an achievement.