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“I’m fucking this tight ass of yours. Brace yourself.” I growl.
“Yes…yes sir,” she whimpers breathlessly.
Seriously, how could you not get enough of this?
If there’s one thing this PR chick makes me give up…fuck, don’t let it be this.
I thrust into the maid, propelling her forward, and she grasps onto the other end of the desk, spreading herself like a starfish.
“Oh, sir. Yes! Fuck me harder.” Her pussy envelops me, loosely, and I force myself to stay hard.
Usually, I’m not this fucking picky with who I fuck, but for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about Vivienne. And I have no idea why. This woman is a fucking stranger to me. Yet she’s all I see while I’m fucking this girl.
“Fuck…” I grind into the maid harder, envisioning Vivienne standing over me, like some sexy ass schoolteacher, telling me what to do and what not.
It keeps me going for another minute, but I lose it.
Okay, this is fucking bullshit. I’ve never had this happen before.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asks, craning her head in my direction.
I pull out of her and turn away. She just isn’t doing it for me. Not when all I can think about is Vivienne.
“Yeah, fuck. I must be tired or something. Maybe another time.” I dismiss her and fall into my chair, swiveling it around so my back is facing the maid.
“Of course. Good day, sir.” She walks out quietly, and I feel only slightly bad for not finishing.
This fucking Vivienne chick is already ruining my reputation and she isn’t even here yet. But my cock starts throbbing all over again thinking of her.
What the fuck? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
Well, might as well finish what I started. No one wants to deal with a blue-balled King anyway.
I wrap my hand around my dick and start to stroke it, imagining Ms. Vivienne Taylor riding me. To my surprise, the pressure of my orgasm builds fast. Sweat begins to form at my hairline and my bicep strains against my shirt. This fucking cock is a goddamn work out.
I hear muffled voices outside my office door, but I ignore them. My assistant won’t let whoever the fuck it is come inside without warning.
Keeping my back to the door and my gaze to the window, I lean back in my chair and prepare myself for fucking lift off.
Shit. I haven’t been this turned on in…a while. “Fuckkkkk…”
“King David, Vivienne Taylor is here to see you.” Charles voice distracts me. What the fuck!
With my dick in my hand, I turn towards the most gorgeous brunette I’ve ever seen. Her blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and she has a tight hourglass figure covered by a skin-hugging black dress that does the trick.
It’s Vivienne, and if thought she was insanely sexy in her pictures, she looks like a fucking sex goddess in person.
Her eyes travel down my body, greedily landing on my twelve-inch cock and my handiwork. I notice a spark of excitement in her eyes, and out of fucking nowhere, like a fucking volcano, I erupt…all fucking over her.
The hot, creamy liquid violently jets out of me, decorating her black dress and effectively ruining it. It’s like I marked her as my property.
And I have to admit, though I don’t fucking know why, some primal instinct within me roars to life at that idea.
Fuck.
This woman just made me cum without even touching me.
Ms. Vivienne fucking Taylor.
I think I’m quite pleased to make her acquaintance.
