Page 122 of Hurt Me Not
She put the phone on speaker and placed it on the desk before leaning back as I shrugged off the coat, leaving me in nothing but light pink lingerie.
This was something I had thought about doing since the night my stalker tried to murder me. And she was reacting just like I wanted her to. Desire darkened her eyes.
“The regulatory landscape is complicated, and we can’t take a risk with someone as incompetent ashimon the committee?—”
I recognized the voice as Parker’s. Emerson leaned over and muted the call.
“Get over here, Pearl.”
“Don’t ruin your meeting,” I warned and sauntered around the desk. She pushed her chair out so I could slide into the space between her and the desk. “It took a lot for me to get ready like this for you.”
She was up in a second, turning me around. Her hand was on my throat, her lips at my ear.
“Then I should award my pretty little slut, shouldn’t I?”
She forced me against the desk, face down, as her hands explored my body.
There was a pause, and Emerson leaned over to unmute her phone.
“Continue. Actually, you said you had an idea about acquisitions, right? Why don’t you give me a rundown?”
I had to stifle my gasp as her hand ran down my back and straight to my bare cunt.
“You want to hear about that?” Parker asked, sounding shocked. “I thought you had to go soon?”
“My schedule just cleared up,” Emerson replied as she started slowly circling my clit. “Go on.”
She reached over again to mute.
“Let’s see how good a slut you can be for me, hm?”
Before I could complain, she unmuted and started shuffling around in her desk for something. A dark excitement ran through me, my pussy starting to throb with need.
I already knew what was in there, and I couldn’t wait.
I spread my legs further for her and jumped slightly when the tip of a slightly cool dildo brushed up my cunt.
It was just a tease. Or maybe a hint at what was to come because she pulled away, and I heard the almost silent sound of her strapping it on.
God. I wanted to whimper, but instead I settled for spreading my legs even further for her. She entered her fingers into me, pumping a few times. But I needed no prep. I had been wet from the moment I started to change into this outfit.
When she pressed the head against my entrance, my mouth opened, and then I wanted to scream as she slowly pushed inside me.
“They just surpassed their project profits, didn’t they?”
I hadn’t even realized that Emerson was still paying attention to Parker’s ramblings. They had long since fallen into the background for me.
This is so fucking hot.
The entire thing. The empty office. Seeing Emerson’s reaction when I showed up to get fucked. The feeling of her filling me while Parker could hear every tiny gasp from me.
Emerson made a noise of agreement when she was fully seated. I tried to keep quiet, but when she pulled out of me only to push back in one thrust, I found it almost impossible.
I arched into her, silently begging for her to go faster, and she instantly upped the pace, placing her hands on either side of me, grabbing my hips.
I bit my lip as the pleasure started building, and her hand moved up to tangle in my hair and force my head back.
“Sounds good,” Emerson said, her voice not showing any evidence of what she was doing.
