Chapter 1 (c) – ‘Grumpy
Golu’… continued
At first I thought he was
actually going to leave me this way, until he grabbed my arms and yanked me up
off the table and crashed his lips against mine again. The next thing I felt
was the cold window against my ass, and I groaned at the intense contrasts in
temperature between it and my skin. I felt like I was on fire, every part of me
wanted to feel his rough touch.
“You really shouldn’t have
said that, Ms. Sharma,” he snarled angrily as he pulled away and quickly turned
me around pressing my front against the window and kicking at my feet. “Spread
your legs.
Now!”
I obliged and parted my legs
for him, he grabbed my hips, pulling me back roughly and impaling me on his
cock again.
“Fuck!”
“You like that don’t you,”
he sneered, taking my earlobe between his teeth and dragging them across my
skin.
“Now all of Chicago can look up here and see you getting fucked, and
loving every minute of it. You want them to see you come?” I groaned in
response, unable to form words with each repeated thrust into me, pressing me
further against the glass.
“Say it. Do you want to
come, Ms. Sharma? Answer me or I’ll stop and make you suck me off instead,” he
hissed, driving himself deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust.
“Yes… fuck yes… oh my god!”
I exclaimed as my hands slammed against the glass, my entire body quaking from
the orgasm that was rushing over me, leaving me gasping for air. When it
finally subsided, he pulled out of me and spun me around to face him, his lips
meeting mine again aggressively.
My hands found his hair and
tugged at fistfuls of it, as our tongues slid against each other. I released one
hand and brought it down to his throbbing erection between us and began
stroking him briskly, causing his groans to echo in my mouth. I pulled away
from his lips, staring at him with hooded eyes.
“Now I want all of Chicago
to see your face as I make you come so hard you forget your name,” I growled,
sliding down the glass and taking his entire cock in my mouth. His entire body
tensed and he let out a deep moan, as my groan of pleasure from the mixture of
my taste with his vibrated every delicious inch of him. I looked up at him, his
palms and forehead rest on the glass, his eyes closed tight.
“Oh fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
he shouted, as I felt his cock pulse against my lips. He began emptying into my
mouth and I swallowed every drop. A real woman isn’t afraid to swallow, had
always been my thought, and I had yet to disappoint a single man I had been
with.
And from his response, I
could see that it was highly unlikely that any of these other little office groupies
of his had ever done such.
Prissy bitches. God where
was this coming from?
I released him from my mouth
and he staggered back, falling into the chair, trying to calm his breathing. I
stood up, pulling my skirt back down, and meeting his eyes. The seconds ticked by,
neither of us looking away.
Without saying a word I pulled the front of my torn
shirt together and walked out, praying my shaky legs wouldn’t betray me.
Grabbing my purse from my
desk I hit the power on my computer and threw my blazer on, trying desperately
to fasten the button with my trembling fingers. Mr. Kapoor still hadn’t come
out, and I almost ran to the elevator praying to God it would get there before
I had to face him again.
I couldn’t even let myself
think about what happened until I was out of here. The doors opened and I pushed
the button for the lobby, watching as each floor was counted down . The gold
doors opened and I raced out and down the hall. I briefly heard the security
guard say something about working late, but I just waved and sped past him.
With each step my body
reminded me of the events of the last hour. As I reached my car I pressed the button
on the alarm, pulled open the door and collapsed into the safety of the leather
seats. I looked up and met my eyes in the rear view mirror.
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
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