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I squeeze my eyes closed, the thick length of him making my belly pound and pool with heat. “Big,” I finally whisper. “It feels… very big. I’m too small for you.”
He breathes a laugh. “I’ll get it in, trust me.”
I drop down onto the table, my thighs hitched high around his waist. Mitch leans over me to collect the champagne and my glass before depositing them on the floor, and then he kicks out the chair beside him so that he has more room to position himself against me at the table.
He pushes my dress up so that the little skirt is over my belly and he looks down at my newly exposed underwear, a pair of simple navy blue cotton briefs with a small bow in the centre.
His cheek ticks up at the side as he rubs a thumb over the bow.
They’re not exactly sex panties but he seems to like them all the same. I didn’t know that this would be happening tonight since I had had other plans but when Mitch meets my eyes I can see the unspoken words sparkling in his irises.
You got navy panties to match my uniform,he tells me.
I can neither confirm nor deny,I tell him back.
He smirks and then his thumb presses lower.
“Oh,” I gasp, as he rubs his thumb firmly down the cotton and over the swell of my clit.
He drags his thumb up and down and his eyes watch his work, entranced.
“You’re wet, Harper,” he murmurs. “Wet through your panties. You know what that means?” he asks, and I shake my head, too over-stimulated to understand the nuance of what he’s thinking. He looks down at me, his chest rising and falling in large controlled heaves, and his fingers suddenly slip beneath the cotton of my underwear and press firmly against my swollen little nub. I arch my back in surprise and he gently rotates his confident press. “I’m gonna glide inside so easy you’ll think that I was made for you.”
He pulls his hand away from my sex and asks, “How do I take your dress off?”
“Zip,” I whisper, sitting quickly upright and getting shakily to my feet. He steadies me with his hands on my shoulders and I pull my hair to one side as I turn my back to him, exposing the long zip that travels down from my neck to the centre of my waist.
He grips one hand around my throat and the other pinches the tag of the zip, sliding it seamlessly down my back in one strong pull. He brushes the short sleeves down my arms and the top falls away from my body, until it pools around my waist in a little pink pouf.
“No bra,” he murmurs from above my head, staying still as he waits for me to turn around.
“I was wearing a cardigan,” I remind him as his hands encase my bare waist.
“Can I touch them?” he asks me quietly, his palms gripping into me with need and excitement, desperate to finally feel me without any barriers in the way.
I don’t reply. Instead I move my hands to press against his and I drag them slowly upwards until he’s fully gripping my breasts.
“Fuck,” he grunts, no longer needing my fingers to guide him. He pushes them up with his eager palms and then lets them drop, towering over me so that he can watch them bounce firmly back into place. I tip my head back against his throat so that I can watch his expression, a hard sneer of desire set firmly on his mouth.
“Look at those babies,” he rasps, getting another handful and bouncing them. I whimper and he starts caressing my nipples with fast relentless circles. “I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off them.”
I move my trembling hands quickly to my waist so that I can shimmy out of my dress, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I press my ass up against his crotch as he kneads at my breasts and he makes a low dangerous snarl as he moves a hand to the front of my panties. He dips his fingers beneath the gusset and rubs firmly against my clit, making me arch my back against him.
“The key to your bungalow has been burning a hole in my pocket for almost eight fucking weeks, Harper,” he growls as I wrap my arms behind his neck, writhing against the pace of his fingers. “You and that smart mouth, and now I’ve got you all to myself. Got the whole weekend to show you what I’ve been fantasising about doing to you. Got the whole weekend to work this little pussy.”
He turns me around and helps me back up onto the table, ducking down to kiss me and sliding his tongue instantly inside my mouth. He keeps one hand squeezing my ass cheek and the other flies up to my chest, claiming my breast with a rough grope. His tongue rubs against mine with warm long strokes, working me up until I pull away, moaning in agony.
“Mitch, I need it,” I plead with him, my eyebrows arching as I watch him lower himself to my breasts and take a nipple in his warm mouth. He sucks it hard and firm as his hand teases my other one, and he moans in pleasure, like this is as much for him as it is for me.
“Softest little tits,” he grunts when he lifts himself up again, eyes on mine as both of his palms massage my breasts. “Jesus, Harper.”
Then he removes his hands from my chest so that he can yank down the suspender braces from around his shoulders, the belts snapping against his shirt as he rips them from their taut position. He watches me with a steady gaze as his large fingers work their way down the buttons, exposing more and more of his warm tanned skin.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask him as he undoes the final button, shucking the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He reveals his thickly muscled abdomen and those large swollen pecs. My mind goes blank as I take in the breadth of them.
He pulls his wallet from the pocket of his suit pants and flicks open the leather flap. My eyes drop to the contents. I see a thick wad of cash and five glossy black squares. He pulls out a condom, tosses his wallet to the edge of the table, and then holds the square up for me to read. I’m met with the familiar golden script of “MAGNUM Plus”. My cheeks heat up, remembering what I did.
“Look familiar?” he asks me, his eyes locked in on mine.
