Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(73)

“Typical businessman…” she teased as she reached for the glasses and placed them on my desk. Next, she reached for the decanter, the lid pop echoing round the room as she poured out.

She placed the decanter back into the globe and grabbed both glass tumblers. I stepped towards her, taking one off her and holding it up.

“Typical businessman?” I repeated her last words stalking towards her.

“They always have to have a decanter of whiskey in their office.”

I tsked, rolling my eyes as I let out a deep laugh that rumbled through me.

My laughter soon stopped when I realised what I had just done.

I had just rolled my fucking eyes.

Reese was looking all smug as she rested her pert little ass on the edge of my desk. She looked good there. One of her arms pressed against her chest, her legs crossed over each other as she put all of her weight on the desk.

“Tut tut,” she said, her eyes looking at the deep amber liquid in the bottom of her glass, bringing it to her lips and taking a mouthful. I watched intently for the wince, but it didn’t come.

I mirrored her, bringing my own glass to my lips all the while keeping my eyes on her as I knocked the burning liquid back in one. I let my arm fall to my side, my finger tapping on the now, empty glass.

“What a waste, surely bourbon this good needs to be savoured… enjoyed…” she licked her lips, her eyes finally meeting with mine and I swear I felt the fucking ground move beneath me. I stepped towards her, my body pressing against hers as I placed the glass on the desk behind her.

She took another mouthful, trying to put on a show to try and convince me she wasn’t affected by me.

But I could see right through her bullshit.

Picking the glass from her hand, I finished hers and slammed it on the desk behind her a little harder this time which caused her to flinch.

I could hear her quivering breath; her eyes didn’t move from mine as I gazed at her. My hands wrapped around her hips as I pushed myself onto her. Our bodies flush.

“Killian,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping round the edge of the desk behind her as she steadied herself.

“Yes, wife,” I whispered back as my fingers trailed along the waist band of her jeans and stopped at her buttons. Popping the button out, I hooked my fingers on the inside of her waist band and tugged them down her thighs in one swift move.

Her breath caught at the back of her throat as I sunk to my knees in front of her.

“Is this what you meant when you said I would fall to my knees?” I asked, my lips pressing against the soft skin of her thighs, the waft of her scent rushing through me. I dragged my lips across her sensitive skin before stopping at the apex of her thighs. Pressing my lips at the thin, silk material, I licked and nipped her through them. Her breath shook.

“Killian,” she breathed; her head dropped forward as she looked down at me.

“Tell me, Buttercup… is this what you wanted?” I ask, my fingers slipping into the side of her panties, curled round and ready to pull to the side.

She didn’t answer, her fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. I could see the wetness pooling on the white, silk material. I let my fingers brush gently over the front of her bare pussy, causing a small moan to escape her.

“Brat… tell me,” I groaned as I edged my mouth to her panties, nipping at the material and grazing her skin with my teeth.

“Yes,” she finally breathed out.

“Good girl.” Looking up at her, I pulled her panties to the side and my mouth was on her. Two of my fingers spread her pussy lips open, giving me better access to her clit. She hung her leg over my shoulder, edging herself a little further back on the desk.

“This has got to be quick, Buttercup,” I groaned, sucking on her clit then letting my tongue glide up and down her folds. Swirling my tongue at her opening, I dragged my tongue slowly up to her clit. Circling her nub gently, my spare hand skimmed up the inside of her thigh as I pressed my fingertip at her opening. Bucking her hips forward she moaned, her fingers tightening.

“Yes, please,” she panted as I teased her. Smiling against her sensitive skin, I pushed two fingers inside of her with ease. Her greedy little cunt stretching as I pumped them in and out of her. My tongue swirled and sucked on her clit as her sweet moans filled the room.

“You taste so fucking good,” I lift my lips from her, licking her arousal from my mouth. “I am addicted to your taste, I’m addicted to you,” I groan, my eyes falling to watch my thick fingers fuck her tight little pussy. Slipping them out slowly, I pause just at the tip. Her pussy clenches my fingers. I do it again, my own breath shaky as I watch.

“Oh,” she cries out.

I slip my fingers out hastily, wrap my hand round her throat and push her back onto the desk so she is sitting on it completely. Falling back to my knees, I push both of her legs up onto the edge of the desk.

“Hold them there,” I demand, my eyes falling to her glistening cunt.

Rubbing her clit fast with my fingers then gliding them between her folds before pushing them deep inside of her.

“Now watch me brat, watch me finger fuck your pussy,” I groan, my eyes lifting to her for a moment to make sure she does what I asked.

“You’re such a good little girl,” I praise her as she pants. Her eyes watch as I pull my fingers out to the tip, holding then pushing in. My eyes darken as I hover my spare hand over her pussy and slap her clit, hard.