Chapter 10
Darkness crowded the windows around the Conroy Limited building. Desks stood empty and computer screens slumbered. The elevator hissed open, and Mila stepped out into the reception area she knew so well. She tiptoed between the desks.
A single bright gleam of light shone under the doors at the far end. She paused to raise her hand, but she didn't knock. She rallied her courage and turned the knob. She pushed the doors open and walked into Marcus's office.
He sat in his chair behind his desk. The computer screen glowed, and the overhead lights lit up the room, but his face didn't light up when he looked up. He stared at her in blank indifference. She stopped in the middle of the office. They regarded each other across the desk.
Would he rant and rave and threaten her out of the building, or would he just sit and stare at her like that, like a stranger? That's what she was, a stranger. She turned against him. She took his generosity and spat in his face. No wonder he hated her.
She took a few more steps, but he still didn't respond. She had to take drastic measures. She walked around his desk, and he swiveled his chair around to face her. She went down on her knees in front of him and laid her arms on his thighs.
She nibbled up the inside of his leg from his knee toward the taut bulge inside his pants. She gazed up at him, but he only stared down at her with that hollow expression on his face. He didn't respond at all.
She took hold of his belt. She nuzzled her nose and mouth into his crotch while she slipped the tongue through the buckle. She started on his fly when his hands landed on her arms. He held her still and stopped her. “Don't do this to me, Mila. Don't torture me like this. I can't stand you touching me when you don't feel the same way I do.”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I do feel the same way about you. I worship you.”
She set to work on his fly again. She unzipped him and laid the two sides aside to reveal the blue cotton triangle of his briefs. His cock lay curled in its nest underneath. She bent down and kissed it awake. A ragged groan escaped Marcus's mouth. “For Christ's sake, Mila. Don't do this. Just leave me alone. It's hard enough without this.”
“I can't leave you alone. I want you too much. I want to love you and worship you and suck you. I want us to be together and raise this child together. You're the only one I care about. You're the only one I want to share this child with. I love you. I don't want to be anywhere except with you.”
He frowned. “Are you sure? You said you couldn't, that it was too sudden.”
“It was too sudden, but only for me. That's why I said no. You surprised me, but now I know it really is what I want. I want you. I want you with me, and I want to share the future with you.”
She put her hand into his briefs and pulled out that thick rubbery sausage. It flopped in her hand, but the blood pulsed in her hand when she sucked its little head. The shaft swelled in her hand. Marcus glared down at her. She kept her eyes on his face while she sucked his cock hard.
His ferocious frown deepened and his breath grated between his teeth. His chest and stomach convulsed with her sucks until he gasped out loud on tormented agony. All of a sudden, his hand shot out. He grasped her by the hair and jerked her head back hard.
He choked off his cock around the base and ran the head across her lips, but he held her back so she couldn't suck it. Her mouth hung open to catch it, but he wouldn't let her have it. “Do you want that cock? You want to suck my cock, you wicked little fiend?”
She gasped out loud. “I want it. I want your cock. I want to suck you and fuck you. I want to give you your baby.”
He bent over and snarled in her face. “Are you mine? Do you want to be mine forever? You're gonna be mine forever, or you're gonna walk out that door right now. You'll never touch my cock again, you little devil.”
“I'm yours forever. Do whatever you want to me. Stick your cock down my throat. I want you to.”
He hurled himself back in the chair and threw her away. He grasped both arm rests in a white-knuckle grip. “Show me. Show me how much you worship me. Show me how you want to belong to me forever.”
She fell on him with all her energy. She took hold of that hard cock in both hands and shoved it in her mouth. She rolled the umbrella over her lip until the thing pumped and throbbed in her hand. She gloried in sucking it, in seeing him ferocious and untamed up there in the chair above her.
She bent her head over his cock and set to work. She swallowed him deep into her throat and sucked him until the first pearls of jiz stung her sinuses. He curled his lips back from his teeth and fought to breath through the intense waves of desire shooting up his body.
She took hold of his nuts and clamped them in a vice. She tugged them down to stretch his skin tight. His head fell back on the chair, and his eyes drifted closed in a drunken revelry of pleasure. Mila drew his cock out and locked her suction around its head. She sucked until the serpent popped through her lips. She engulfed him to his limit in her throat until she couldn't breathe.
Her hair hung around her face so she couldn't see him anymore. He surprised her by gathering her hair and holding it out of the way. He lifted her head off his cock to face him. “I love you, Mila. I don't want to live without you.”
She devoured his precious face with her eyes. “I love you. I love you more than anything. I'll never leave you. I need you too much.”
He kissed her, but his breath caught in his throat. He pulled back to look into her eyes.
“I need you. I'm yours.”
The next thing she knew, Mila found herself locked with him in an eternal kiss. That kiss went on and on without end. She couldn't get enough of him. She gobbled his lips and swooped his tongue with hers. She hugged him against her and tackled his clothes with both hands. He tore at her with equal ferocity.
Somehow, she got her hands around his cock again. She stroked it with all the loving care in her heart. She wanted to suck it, to worship him and it, but he wouldn't let her mouth loose from his ravaging kisses.
He stripped off her jacket, and her shirt disappeared to reveal her bra lying frilly and perfect against her skin. He grappled with her breasts and gnawed them in ravenous desire. His prick pumped into her hands. The skin stretched tight against the bulging veins. He scraped his rigid spike across her stomach in a desperate race to get her clothes off in time.
He only paused long enough to rip off his jacket and shirt. His massive chest rose up high over Mila's head. He hoisted himself off his chair and knelt down in front of her. Their kisses welded them together in eternal union, never to be torn apart.
His chest met her breasts, and her nipples itched to touch him beyond her bra. He got her pants unsnapped and slid them down, but he couldn't get them past her thighs. He left them there and slid his own pants down, but his knees on the floor held them there at half mast.
Mila never let go of that cock. That cock anchored her through any hardship. As long as she had that, nothing else mattered. Marcus didn't tug it out of her hand but left it lying there. She held him by that leash until he stood up tall and immovable before her. They knelt on the floor facing each other with their lips still tangled in kisses.
Marcus gave her bra one rip, and her voluptuous breasts flopped into his hands. He gave both nipples a pinch and his hands flew around to grab her ass. He hauled her toward him, and she guided his unerring spike between her legs.
Oh, sweet Jesus! The second time was better than the first. She never took her eyes off him or tore her lips away from his mouth. His prick dug its point into her tender tissues, but her pants held her legs together so she couldn't spread them.
He didn't care. He plowed in and overcame any resistance with his masterful hands around her ass. He prodded her lips apart until he found the molten center where her juices flowed. He rocked his tool against her opening. Her mouth sagged open in a delighted moan, and he was in.
Her thighs held her pussy close around his beating cock. Her lips crinkled around the shaft until her elixir coated them and lubricated his smooth passage to her fiery insides. She quaked before the sheer intensity of that penetration, but she couldn't close her eyes. She couldn't escape his dominating gaze demanding her attention. He held her enthralled before his world-shattering power.
He bored to her very soul with that gaze. He owned her and commanded her to respond to him. He bent her to his will, and she had no choice but to bow. He penetrated to her core with his driving spike and touched her soul to quickening ecstasy.
His pubic bone excited her clit with every slithering insertion of his manhood into her smoking hole, but she still didn't rocket into orgasm the way she did in the limo. Her whole being waited for his command. She was nothing without him. She knew that now.
Her body rounded with pregnancy to the curvy form of a fertility goddess. He completed her with his mighty phallus probing her depths. He awoke ancient dreams and visions in her soul. The energy moving through her erupted out of the lost reaches of human existence until she embodied pure unchained sexual reality.
She needed this. She was this. This was her life and her future and her highest calling. She rode down hard on that devil demon invading her body. The blistering erotic power swelled inside her until she couldn't contain the volcanic pressure any longer. She shivered. Her joints turned to liquid.
He moved her where he wanted her. He guided her hips back and forth along his length to strike deep into her fissure. Oh, how could he do this to her? How could he destroy her like this, only to complete her and make her over into something utterly new? She didn't recognize herself. She embodied insatiable lust and craven hunger for his raw throbbing flesh. Her pussy ate him up. It chewed him up and spat him out to swallow him again.
She howled into his mouth in raving demonic madness. She shuddered to her bones, but that pounding spike gave her no peace. It nagged her secrets and discovered her most delicious hiding places. It set fire to every inch of her inner territory until each stroke of his piston brought her to another tremulous climax.
Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! She wanted it. She loved it. She could never get enough of it, and she loved him more than ever for giving it to her. He wrote his signature on her soul. His seed planted its roots inside her and sprouted into a living, breathing person all its own. It grew into a flowering tree that gave nourishing fruit to both of them for the rest of their lives.
Just when she thought nothing could give her more pleasure, he seized her hips and spun her around to face away from her. He backed her against his spike, but he didn't bend her over or try to spread her legs. He left her pants where they were, with her thighs tied together above the knees.
He positioned her in front of him, and his prick screwed its way between her butt cheeks. He found the same saturated opening he just left behind, and her juicy cum-spattered cunt spread to welcome him in. He guided her back and started his pounding rhythm all over again.
Mila sagged against his granite frame. He pumped against her ass for a while. Then he slipped one hand in front of her and groped down between her legs to find her engorged slit. He swirled his fingers in her nectar and circled her clit in time to his cock drilling her from behind.
Her head lolled back on his shoulder, and she drifted in semi-consciousness. He took her with his hips slamming her rounded ass. His shaft buried between her thighs to pump her full of that golden light of heavenly pleasure while his fingers teased her clit to ever-increasing peaks of ecstasy.
She couldn't get any higher if she wanted to. She rippled on endless rolling tremors of climax, vision, and rapture. Her body rocked back and forth between one orgasm and the other. When one body part subsided into blissful rest, another exploded into cosmic fulfillment once again.
She rested in his arms. Nothing bad could ever happen to her there. She found the place she belonged. When he plunged his dripping spike to its hilt in her shimmering flesh, his seed scattered on fertile ground to grow new life.
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