Page 118 of I Know Your Secret
I fucking love it.
“You don’t sound fine. You sound like you’re being held against your will. You know the codeword, use it if I’m needed.”
Greer gags on me, and I’m helpless.
A moan slips out of me while I’m still on the phone with Chase.
“Ohh, so your lady friend is there, and you’re the victim of another kind of captivity altogether, huh?” Chase taunts.
“Yeah,” I manage.
“Well, if you need me. Call.”
The call cuts, and I slam the keyboard drawer back into place, standing.
The rolling chair flies back and hits the server behind me as I grip Greer by the hair, pulling her to her feet.
“Take off your shorts.” I sound deranged.
She shimmies out of her shorts and bends over my desk, which was not the position I wanted her in, but fuck, looking at her splayed over my keys has me changing my mind.
I don’t like how I feel when I’m with her. Like I’m out of control. Like she’s the one holding my leash.
I’m at her fucking mercy.
I thrust inside her, feeling how wet she is from sucking me off, groaning.
“Play with your pussy. I’m not going to last.”
Her hand disappears between her legs, and her moans cover all the sounds of fans and hard drives in the room.
Her body is bathed in a blue light hue of screens as I watch myself sink inside her over and over, each thrust my admission of how much control she has over me.
I couldn’t even get through one task before I lost myself inside her, like she’s the abyss of the ocean.
Sucking on my finger to wet it, I tease it into her asshole, tightening her pussy around my cock.
“F-fuck,” she stutters out.
My other hand grips her hair, yanking her head back. I catch her reflection in one of the unused monitors and watch her eyes roll back. Her screams carry down the hall, the sounds of skin slapping accompanying them.
“Coming. Oh god, coming,” Greer says, and I growl as it’s the thing that breaks me.
My cock erupts inside her before I can think better of it, pulses seeming never-ending as she milks me.
I smack her ass, and she moans.
She straightens as if she’s going to stand and push off the desk, and I splay a hand on her back, pressing her back down before crouching and eyeing the hole I just filled.
She’s leaking, both our cum mixed and dripping out of her sex.
“Fuck, poison. That’s so fucking hot.”
Her fingers travel from her clit to her entrance, two of them sinking inside while I watch, transfixed.
Before I know it, I’m watching her ride her fingers, my cum soaking her hand and my cock hard, still dripping from my own climax.
When she comes again, my eyes are still glued to her sex, my mind clear of all the darkness that typically lingers there.
