Page 67 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Ben’s warm hands returned and he shifted my hips again. I felt his cock as it pressed against my entrance. He slicked himself with my juices before inching his way inside.
“Langston and Mr. Parker were right, you have such a tight little pussy.”
I moaned loudly as he filled me. His cock was bigger than any I’d ever had. But it wasn’t painful as he slowly slid inside me.
“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice rough.
“So good.”
His hands tightened on my hips.
“Now be a good girl and don’t move. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Feel free to come as many times as you’d like.”
Before I could agree, Ben pulled out, then slammed into me.
I threw my head back and cried out as the pleasure jolted my entire body. His cock was so big, so thick I wasn’t sure how my pussy could take the intrusion. Although it seemed impossible, it clearly wasn’t, because Ben began fucking me harder, bottoming out deep within me.
My breasts were flattened against the glass, the metal clamps sending shards of pain pinging through my insides with every punishing plunge of his cock inside me. It wasn’t enough to detract from the overwhelming pleasure though.
Ben hadn’t been lying. He fucked me hard and fast. He was brutal with his thrusts, pounding me so roughly my entire body shook and my feet came off the ground. He kept his hands on my hips, not letting me move too far. I had to focus on not slamming my face into the glass, but I didn’t care. I’d never been fucked like that before.
Minutes felt like an eternity as I came in a monstrous wave, only to have another orgasm crash into me. It felt like one continuous orgasm, but I knew it couldn’t be. No way could my body maintain that level of ecstasy for that long.
“Goddamn, you’re so sweet, Luci,” Ben roared. “Come for me one more time so I can come all over your beautiful tits.”
While he continued to thrust, I dared a look over at the men in the conference room. I met Langston’s eyes first, then Landon’s, alternately holding their stares. Something inside me broke open, filling me with warmth. There was something about those men that drew me in and held me there. Even while another man was fucking me.
Ben impaled me again and again, and when he shouted for me to come, I did. I don’t know how it happened, but my body listened to him. When he spun me around, my knees gave out, but he helped me to the floor. I knelt with my ass against the window while he jerked his giant cock before spurting all over my chest.
I watched his face as he came, and something warm erupted inside me. The look on his face was not of a man who was fucking his secretary. There was something more there, something that melted my heart a little bit. Perhaps it was a connection. I wasn’t entirely sure.
When his cock stopped jerking, he slid the backs of his fingers down my cheek, his eyes meeting mine.
“Thank you for this, gumdrop.”
“My pleasure,” I responded, feeling grateful but having no idea why that was.
“Now come on.” He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. “Let’s get you washed up before you head home.”
And on that note, I got to spend the next half hour being fucked again in the shower in Ben’s office. This time without the audience.
Twenty-Six
BOSS MEETING
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Langston
FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I couldn’t stop thinking about watching Ben fucking Luci in his office only two days ago.
Sure, I’d enjoyed it immensely; however, there had been something distinctly possessive that took root as I watched the scene. Probably a good thing I’d been in another building at the time.
Now it was a few minutes after six and I was walking into the restaurant I’d agreed to meet my partners in. Not only did the four of us work together, we were also close friends. Had been for a long time and these dinners were generally our time to relax without the weight of work on us. I usually looked forward to these days, only I wasn’t sure relaxed was going to be the atmosphere surrounding us tonight. Considering everything that was taking place in the office, tensions were running a little high. Mine especially.
“I ordered you a drink,” my brother informed me when I joined the three of them at a table in the back of the restaurant.
“Thanks.” I took my seat. “That call lasted longer than I’d expected.”
“Who was it?” Justin inquired, clearly trying to make small talk.
“One of my managers is attempting to onboard an author who’s currently riding quite the high from her recent success.”
Landon smiled knowingly. “Tough sell, huh?”
That seemed to be the case these days. With the rise of self-publishing, independent authors were making big waves and their success was great. As with the traditional publishers, publicists were having to go the distance in proving that they still had a lot to offer. We were no exception. However, we did have a lot to offer. For those who wanted to get their names out past Facebook, it required an industry professional who knew something about reaching readers. That was my life.
