Mr Spencer(99)

“Good morning, Mr Spencer.” I smile and wrap my arms around him. His tongue slowly slides through my open lips and he sucks on me with just the right amount of pressure.

The way he kisses me is just so…

His eyes drop to my toes and then back up to my face. “You look fucking edible today, angel.”

I force a smile. “Thanks.” I’m wearing a tight grey skirt that hangs just below my knees, and a white silk shirt with a matching grey suit jacket. It’s a power suit… the kind I know he likes.

Stop it.

Damn it, I hate this insecurity nonsense. This isn’t who I am at all.

His eyes drop to my feet again and then up over my hips. I feel the heat from his stare burn my skin, and he readjusts himself in his suit pants.

“What time did you come to bed?” I ask.

He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and he cups one of them, fascinated. “Late.”

My eyes hold his. “Did the phone call go well?”

His lips drop to my neck and he holds my jaw in his hand. He bites me and I feel goose bumps scatter up my spine.

“Yeah,” he murmurs against my skin.

“What did she say?”

He bites me on the base of my neck and his hand drops to my behind as he grinds me onto his hard cock.

“Spencer…” God, the man’s an animal. Is sex all he thinks about?

“Hmm, why are we talking about Sheridan?” He kisses me again. “I only want to talk about you in this fucking edible outfit.”

“Because I want to know what she said.”

He pulls away from me and my body instantly hates it. “She was pissed off and carrying on.”

“What do you mean?”

“She wants to meet you.”

My eyes hold his. “Why?”

“Because she wants to intimidate you and make you feel insecure.” He grabs me by the waist again and drags me to him.

It’s too late, she already has.

“You fought?” I frown. He begins to unfasten my buttons one by one.

“A bit.”

“Did you call her back? Is that why you came to bed late?”

“No.” He concentrates on my buttons. “I stayed up because I was angry, and I didn’t want you to have to see me like that.”

I pull his face to meet mine. “I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me.”

His eyes darken and he puts his hands under the hem of my skirt, lifting it up over my hips. “You want to know what emotion I’m feeling right now?” He sits me up on the counter and slips my high heels off.

I nod, although I have a pretty good idea already.

He kisses me, all suction, all domination, and he lies me back over the counter. With his eyes locked on mine, he pulls my panties to the side and slides two thick fingers deep inside my sex.

“Oh.” My eyes close involuntarily.

He pumps me hard and then lifts my legs up so that my feet are resting up on his chest in front of me. He begins to work me, deep and aggressive, his eyes dark and holding mine.

“You want to know what I’m feeling right now?” he whispers as his hand begins to really work me. My body begins to move on the counter from the force of his hand.

“I’m feeling like I can’t let you go to work looking like that without feeding that beautiful cunt of yours.”

My stomach flips.

God, he’s filthy. “She’s a very hungry girl,” I whisper. “Starving.”

He curls his lip in arousal, and his fingers work me so hard that I wince from the sting.

He unzips his fly, drops his pants and briefs, pulls my panties to the side, and then he lifts my legs over his shoulders and slides in deep.

The sheer size of him takes possession of my body, and I lose all coherent thought. His eyes flicker with a dark arousal.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.

He pulls completely out, and then he uses his hand to bounce his hard cock onto my pubic bone a few times before he slides back in and repeats the delicious movement.

My body ripples around him. The man is a god.

He adds a deep circular movement that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

He pulls completely out again and bounces his cock back onto my pubic bone. When he slides it deep inside me again, my insides melt. What must we look like? Him dressed in a suit and ready for work, me laid out for his pleasure.

That’s what this is: his pleasure, and I’m just the lucky woman who gets to give it to him.

Spencer Jones takes what he needs. He doesn’t care about the rules. When he wants it, he takes it.

This is the best breakfast date ever.

Within moments, he has me arching my back as he fucks me with his thick, weeping cock. I lurch forward, coming hard. I’m going to have bruises from this kitchen counter tomorrow on my spine but I don’t care. Every second of pain is worth it.

He tips his head back, groans, and comes deep inside of me. He closes his eyes as he slowly empties himself, and then he stops and pants, looking down at me the whole time.

He smiles as he licks my ankle and then kisses it tenderly before he slowly pulls out. His eyes drop to my sex and he smirks. He puts his fingers back into my sex and then takes them out, rubbing his fingers across my bottom lip.

He licks his lips and smiles darkly.