Page 65 of Checkmate
Out of nowhere, Sophie became bolder than ever. He was hanging his coat on the rack when he heard her speak in a low tone. “Would your wife do this for you?” She asked.
“What was that?” He replied, turning his head, not even realising she had followed him into his office.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
Sophie sat in his chair, her legs up on his desk, heels propping her in position, and her skirt pulled up around her hips.
Stunned and rooted to the spot, he couldn’t help but watch as her fingers teased against her lips, separating them so he could see how wet she was.
“I don’t wear underwear,” she told him. “Just in case.”
She had such a pretty pussy, all pink and kissable, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
Before he knew what he was doing; he fell to his knees, crawling towards her.
He’d buried his head between her legs without hesitation and once he had that first taste and heard that first moan, there was no going back.
He’d already cheated, he’d already crossed that barrier. Why not go the full hog?
“You can do whatever you want with me, sir,” Sophie purred, looking down her body at him. “I’ll like it.”
A feral growl escaped his lips as he tugged her closer, pushing his tongue inside her to lap at her sweet juices.
She had never sounded sexier than she did at that moment, her ass slipping down the seat as she offered herself to him, groaning his name in a dirty tone.
He pulled away before she could cum, her words ringing in his ears.
“You want me to do whatever I want?” He asked, standing as she panted her protests.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m yours to use however you see fit.”
A stab of excitement hit him in the gut. He forced himself to remain calm as a variety of repressed fantasies rose to the surface.
“So, if I wanted to call you names?” He asked, moving his hand between her legs, fingers barely brushing over her clit.
“You want me to be your dirty little slut?” She asked, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. His groin tightened in response as he shrugged.
“Maybe.” He pinched her clit, listening to her sharp intake of breath. “Maybe I want you to be a whore for me.”
Arching her back, she groaned, the sound long and thick as he rubbed his fingers against her clit. “Call me whatever you want, sir.”
“Good girl, Sophie.” Oh, the possibilities were endless with this one. Unless, of course, she was just trying to impress him. “Do you have any limits?”
“Not that I’ve found so far,” she whimpered. “Why don’t we find out together?”
With a smirk, Alex pulled away and unbuckled his belt.
That was probably the best idea she had ever had.
“Sophie get in here!” Alex shouted loud enough for her to hear him through the closed door.
His hand worked up and down the length of his cock, lost in the memories of that first time.
She had always been so receptive, so willing to please. He fucked her like he hated her, and she only begged for more.
The memory of the first time wasn’t enough. He needed her pussy on his cock and his hand wrapped around her throat until she was begging him for release.
She gasped as she walked into the room, shutting the door swiftly behind her. He clicked, pointing to the floor, and she got the hint, dropping to her hands and knees.
