Sugar Baby Beautiful(38)

“Two hours? Your confidence always amazes me,” she said when I got off the phone.

I took the key from my pocket, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out the gift I’d gotten for her. It even came in a wrapped box.

“For me?” She stood up, confused.

“I knew you would be late,” I said as I handed it to her.

She pulled on the bow and lifted the lid. She gaped at it for a moment as her eyes glazed over, and I could see her exhale deeply from her nose like she was trying to calm herself down. Finally, her hazel eyes refocused on me.

“You shouldn’t have. I could have brought my vibrator.” She smirked.

Taking off my jacket, I threw it on the chair, undid my cufflinks, and rolled up the sleeves.

“Come here.” I demanded. She didn’t even fight me, closing the distance between us immediately. I cupped her cheek. “I told you I only tempt what I can handle, and believe me, I can handle you. Now brace yourself against the desk.”

She bit her lips excitedly and gripped the edge of the desk. I pushed up her skirt up to her waist, exposing her smooth ass. She jumped slightly when I placed a hand firmly on it.

SMACK.

“Ah….” She let out a deep breath as she shivered.

SMACK.

I licked my lips.

SMACK.

She was holding back. I could have told her my office was soundproof, but where would be the fun in that?

SMACK.

“Yes….” She hissed under her breath.

SMACK.

She tightened her hold on the table as she tried to keep her legs crossed, her pussy already begging for more.

SMACK.

Watching her ass get progressively redder, my cock tightened. She wasn’t giving in yet. Her moans were still too soft. I need her to scream, to beg for me.

Taking the vibrator, I turned it on. It hummed beautifully, shaking my whole hand. Spreading her legs, I pressed it up against the lips of her pussy.

“Fuck.” She hissed, biting down on her lips harder as I rubbed back and forth against her folds. With each pass, she got wetter and wetter.

“You’re going to have to speak up, baby,” I said to her as I slowly slid it inside her.

She gasped as her hands began to tremble. I moved a hand to her ass.

“Theo, I….”

SMACK

My hand was just as red as her ass, and I didn’t give a damn.

SMACK.

“Yes… Ah!”

I chuckled. “I think you can get louder than that.”

SMACK

She was moaning without reservation, pinching her breasts. Her face showed she was in total pleasure.

SMACK

“Theo… please!” she begged.

Reaching into my pants, I gripped myself, admiring how hard I was at the sight of her, so wet, so ready for me, begging for me. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

She didn’t mean that fully yet, but I would take it. Taking a condom from my pocket, I tore it open with my teeth and slid it down my length.

There were so many ways I wanted to take her right now, but I wanted to see her face. Flipping her around to face me, I pulled out the vibrator and held her legs open for me. Gripping her waist, I buried myself in her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh God….” Her legs wrapped around me. She arched her back, still clasping on to the desk behind her.

I held her so high off the ground it was almost like she was lying in midair, each thrust into her jolting us both.

She grinned and her eyes closed. Neither of us spoke. I doubted I could have heard her over my racing heart anyway.

“Faster!” she called, and faster I went. She was tight around my cock, like she was pulling me deeper into her.

“THEO!” She screamed so loudly, I was sure for a second someone had heard her.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I held on to her firmly, grunting like some animal before I, too, came.

“Fuck, Felicity,” I gasped.

Fuck Felicity. I’d planned on doing this over and over and over again. It was my new motto for life.





CHAPTER TEN

Meet Mr. and Mrs. Beauchamp





Felicity


5:12 p.m.

I clenched the arm of my chair as we hit yet another pocket of turbulence. He had warned me sitting would be uncomfortable, and he’d followed through on that. My ass stung badly, but I didn’t want to let it show.

“Are you all right?”

He sat across from me, holding a glass of scotch in one hand and a script in the other. His black hair was a mess, but nothing else was out of place on him. Even his damned cuff links were on straight. There was no sign at all he had spent two hours torturing me in the best sort of way in his office. It bothered me to no end. He was as sexual as me, yet I was the one who always had the got fucked real good face, and the one who could not sit in chairs.

“I’m fine,” I tried to say smoothly as I crossed my legs, even though I didn’t want to, and took my glass of wine.