Page 10 of Yule Be Mine
“But if my girl wants me to mark her in front of everyone, I can certainly oblige since she’s so good for me and gives me everything I want.”
My pussy was already soaked, like I was his whore. And because he was a perceptive bastard, he knew exactly the effect he had on me.
He smiled, darkly and knowingly, and moved around his desk to open a drawer. He reached inside, and when he pulled out the horned Krampus mask, my legs nearly gave out.
“Or maybe I should leave my office door cracked open and fuck you over my desk while I wear this again. That way, anyone walking by can see how mybebbilikes to take her cock?”
My throat tightened, and my mouth went dry at the very crude way he put that… and at how much it turned me on.
We were both so quiet that I heard it when the last three employees left. I wondered what they whispered behind our backs. I wondered what they thought we were doing in here.
Probably exactly what is about to happen.
“You know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you on my desk, Sophia?” His voice was smooth but edged with wickedness.
I stared at him, my heart pounding. How was I supposed to respond?
“Too many times to count.” His tone dripped with pure sex as he added, “I’ve thought about spreading those cheeks and licking at that tight, little hole nestled between them.”
My knees threatened to give out as his words caused my pussy to clench and my clit to pulse.
“I’ve fantasized about bending you over my desk and pushing up those tight-as-fuck pencil skirts you always wear. I’ve envisioned bringing my belt down on your ass until your cheeks are reddened with welts or covered in my handprints.” He crooked his finger at me to come closer.
I followed his silent order instantly until only the length of the piece of furniture in question separated us.
“Lift that skirt and bend over the desk.”
I licked my lips while my body switched to autopilot, my pussy quivering, dripping cum down my inner thighs.
I gripped the edge of my skirt and dragged it up, and when it was to my waist, he gestured for me to take my panties off. I pushed the wet material down until the little scrap of fabric landed around my ankles, and I stepped out of them, flipping them off to the side.
And then I leaned on his desk so my ass popped out.
He came to stand behind me, smoothed his hand up my leg, gathering my juices. Placing his large palm over my ass cheeks, he rubbed my cum into my skin. “So fucking good.” His voice dripped with dark dominance. “I’ve jerked off more than once during office hours to thoughts of doing the most depraved things to you right here.”
I glanced over my shoulder to stare at him. He still held the mask and lifted it so I could see it more clearly. The costume dangled from his hand for only a few more seconds before he set it aside, crouched, and spread my cheeks. And then, just as he’d confessed was his desire, he licked and sucked at my tightesthole, getting it sloppy wet and no doubt primed for that monster cock of his.
“Touch your pretty, little clit,” he ordered as he stabbed my asshole with his tongue.
I reached between my thighs and rubbed a digit over that throbbing little bundle of nerves. God, it felt so good.
Hefelt so good.
“Lucian…,” I whispered, my body torn between shock, fear, and the dark, thrilling heat that curled in my stomach and shot out through my fingers and toes.
“You’ve always been mine, Sophia.” He went back to fucking my ass with his tongue while he kept me spread open almost painfully wide. It felt incredible, that mix of pleasure and pain that drove me insane.
With one more lick to my hole, he stood, and I forced myself to open my eyes and stare back at him as he leaned around me. He grabbed the mask, slipped it on, and—like magic—the eyes glowed red.
“I've already made your pussy mine.” His voice laced with ominous need as he freed his raging hard-on and gripped the base. But before he placed the tip where his tongue had just been, he pulled a little bottle of lube out of his desk drawer and poured it generously over my asshole and onto his cock, smearing it over the wide crown.
Oh… he’d been prepared.
“And tonight, I’m making this ass mine.” He growled low in his throat as he placed his big, warm hand between my shoulder blades and pressed me forward until I was face-down on his desk. Then he notched his cockhead at my back entrance and started to push in, gripping my waist with bruising force as he fed me his giant shaft.
There had been no warm-up, nothing other than the few moments of him eating my ass, and the pain was nearlyunbearable. But if I’d learned anything about myself since I started sleeping with this man, who had the biggest cock I’d ever taken, it was that I was a masochist for him. I loved the pain he gave me just as much as the pleasure. The hurt only amplified my desire for more, and he gave me just that… until he was flush with me and his balls were pressed against the slit of my pussy.
Papers scattered to the floor as he leaned over me, slammed his hands on either side of my head, and started fucking my ass like he fucked my pussy just last night.