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JACK

I knew I was a dead man. When my employer found out what I’d done, there’d be hell to pay. I’d broken the one rule I was expected to follow above any other, keep my hands off her. I could blame the drink but I’d be lying. It wasn’t the drink. It was her. She had done something to me. I’d never done this before. I’d never screwed up a job like this.

I was crushing her under me but that would never do. If I was going down, I might as well enjoy myself, do things the way I wanted while I still could. “Stand up,” I said, rolling off her, sitting on the bed and watching as she got to her feet, her hands mashed together as she stood looking at me. “Strip.”

Her eyes widened and she looked like she was about to refuse. I twitched my hand towards her and that was enough of a threat. She lifted her dress up and over her head, revealing her naked body underneath. All she had on was her shoes and socks and for some reason that made her look even sexier. My cock began to throb with desire, with need for her. Her nipples were rock hard, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving as she continued to twist her fingers together.

“Touch yourself.”

She again stared at me, not moving, as if she wasn’t sure what I’d said.

“Get on the fucking bed and touch yourself, you little slut.”

“Please,” she muttered but there was no force to her voice. She took a step across to me. I could smell her sweetness, her innocence. It drove me wild.

She sank onto her back, her legs apart. I stared at her as her hands went between her legs, pressing against her pussy. “Do it,” I said. “You want to do it. I know you do.”

She closed her eyes, her hands starting to move. She slid her fingers over her folds as I moved my head closer, watching every motion of her fingers. She spread her lips apart, dipping down to the wetness that was dripping out of her, running down to her thighs. My cock ached for me to touch it so as I watched, I undid my trousers, pushing them down before kicking them off with my shoes. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, watching her touch herself slowly.

Any pretence that she was just doing it for my benefit vanished when she let out a quiet moan, her cheeks turning a deeper red, her pussy looking swollen. She slid a finger into herself and I almost came at the sight. I forced my hand to slow down, rubbing up and down my shaft slowly, not taking my eyes off her for a second.

“Come for me,” I said.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me in shock, her gaze moving down to my cock. Her face changed in that moment, a hunger for me appearing on it. I was never wrong. She wanted me. “This is for you,” I said, “but only after you’ve come.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. I know you can. Come for me.”

She fixed her gaze on my cock, watching my hand glide up and down as she began to stroke herself faster. I watched her fingers become a blur on her clit, her other hand dipping into her pussy, the smell of her desire driving me wild, making it almost impossible to remain where I was. “Come for me,” I said again. “Come for me, Bella.”

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered, a deep moan slipping from her lips as her hips began to shift from side to side, little upwards thrusts accompanying her motions. I was desperate to be in her but I waited, watching as her mouth fell open. Her hips slammed up and then it happened, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

She came, her entire body in thrall to her orgasm. It made her limbs shake, her pussy contracting so much, I could see the muscles moving. I didn’t let her recover. While she was still shaking, I dived on her, taking her hand and wrapping it round my shaft. “Put it in you,” I said. “Show me you want it.”

“Please,” she said, but her hand was already sliding the head of my cock around her clit. “I can’t. You do it.”

“No way, sweetheart. You show me what a good girl you are. You put it in you.”

She moved my cock down and it became coated in her wetness. I remained perfectly still, making her move down and up until the head of me stretched her entrance. She let out an animal like sound, a deep growl that made it impossible for me to be patient. I slammed forwards, burying myself inside her. The sensation was incredible, she fitted around me perfectly, gripping me in her slick hole as I ground my hips against her.

I reached down, plunging my tongue into her mouth, wanting to become one with her. I grabbed her tits, groping them roughly while pulling my hips back. She groaned into my mouth, impatient for me to get back in, her hands clawing at my hips, trying to pull me back down. I teased her for all of a second before I had to slam down again.

With that I began to fuck her properly, my hips rocketing back and forth, my cock coated in her juices. I paused just long enough to grab her hand and move it to her clit. “I want to see you touch yourself for me, be a good girl for me.”

“I will,” she moaned, her hand already moving. “I am a good girl.”

“I know you are,” I said, slamming into her again. “And I’m going to come in you. Do you want me to?”

“I…” she paused, biting her lip before nodding. “I do.”

“Then tell me.”

“Come in me,” she muttered, barely able to speak through panting so heavily as I fucked her as fast as I could.

“Beg me.”

“Please come in me. Please, I need to feel it inside me. Oh, God, come in me.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, watching as a second orgasm raced through her. The contractions of her pussy around my cock pushed me over the edge and I spurted into her, filling her with my cum in one, two, then a third spray of it. She cried out, her hands clawing my back as her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

It passed just as I slumped against her, breathing heavily. I kissed her again, exploring her mouth, feeling her hot breath as she fought to regain control of herself.

She looked wild eyed even as I slipped out of her, rolling over to lay on the bed next to her. She sighed, snuggling up next to me. The warmth of her skin was the most wonderful feeling against me, her leg slipping over mine, holding onto me as if her life depended on it. Which it did.