LOGINChapter 4 - Good Sex "Mmh-mmh." His fingers inside me curled and his mouth didn't stop. His free hand got my hip and took it and I felt something big and tight and hot open up low in my pussy, that pressure, that pulling-inward feeling, and I got both hands in his hair and pushed and pulled at once. "Philip… philip, stop, I'm going to… fuck…I'm going to…" "Then do it." "I'm going to squirt, oh my god…" "Go ahead," he said, quick and hungry against me, and went at my clit with the flat of his tongue, and I came apart. It was the biggest thing that had ever happened to me. My whole body went rigid and then the pressure let go and it came out of me in a rush, hot, spilling up over his fingers and his mouth and his chin, and I heard the wet splash of it on his floor and I made a long ruined noise at the ceiling. "Ahh… nghh… fuckkk.” My legs shook and my whole body shook and I was still going when I fell back flat on the rug with my chest heaving. He sat up. He wiped his mo
Chapter 3 - His House Philip walked me down and unlocked a door in the side of a building and we went up two flights of stairs where the paint had gone and where the bulbs were the kind that take a minute to come on. His hand was at the small of my back the whole way and it didn't move and it didn't need to. The flat was small and warm and full of his stuff. He got the lights down low with one switch and put a record on and poured two fingers of something into two glasses and handed me one. He drank. "Sit down. Your feet must hurt.” I sat. He sat on the floor with his back to the sofa and put a hand on my ankle and lifted my foot into his lap and took my shoe off, and then the other, and then, without saying anything about it, rubbed his thumbs into the sole of my foot and up into the arch, and it was so good I dropped my head back on the sofa and made a sound that was not entirely decent. "Better?" "Mmh. Don't stop." "Bossy." He kept at it. "This is the trade. You get a foot
Chapter 2 - Sex in The BathroomThe wet lip of my pussy pulling out round him and pushing back in on him, and the water still running in the tap."Look at that," he said, low and rough at my ear. "Look at that, take me. Mmh. That's a good fit. That's the best fit I've had in a long time, Sonia.""How did you… Ahh…”"How do I know your name? I know everyone's name, I ask at the door. You came in with Tessa and you said your feet were killing you before you'd got your coat off." His hips worked, long and steady, and I felt the drag of it all the way. He gave one hard one and I heard myself say it. "Fuck…" long and low and honest. "Yeah," he said. "There she is."He picked up the pace and my forehead went down against the glass and it was hot on my cheek. Slap, slap, slap, his hips coming into my ass, and the wet noise underneath it, that slick squelch every time he drove in, and me going uh, uh, uh, against my own hand."Put your hands on the mirror," he said. "Up. There. Let me see the
Chapter 1 - The PartyThe bass came up through the floor and into the bones of my feet, and by midnight I'd lost Tessa twice and found her once and lost her again, and I'd been standing by the same pillar near the bar for a while with my drink held at my mouth and not drinking it, because the room was warm like a breath held and I didn't completely hate it and I didn't completely want to be sober in it either.Philip had a way of looking that came from the far side of a room and landed like a hand on the back of your neck. He was twenty-seven, the host, and in the two hours I'd been there he'd been through the whole crowd like weather… clapping a man on the shoulder, laughing at the round of a joke I didn't catch, pouring something for someone, pouring something for me before I had to ask, and every time he did it his eyes came up and found mine like he was keeping count."You're not dancing," he said near my ear, and I hadn't seen him cross the room."I'm working up to it.""You've
chapter 5: The breeding routine 2 I told my last remaining colleague I was heading out, then took the stairs down one floor. The executive wing was quiet. The bathroom door was unlocked. The second I stepped inside he was on me—spinning me around, pushing me toward the long marble counter, yanking my underwear down. “Been thinking about this all day,” he said, voice rough as he freed himself for his pants. “Sitting in meetings with a hard-on remembering how you clenched around me last night.” He pushed into me in one deep thrust that made me cry out. The sound echoed off the tile. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me hard from behind, one hand in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, relentless circles. In the mirror I could see us, my blouse half-open, my skirt bunched at my waist, his younger face tight with concentration as he drove into me. “Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Look at how you take it. Look at how greedy you are for the intern’s cock.” I c
Chapter 4 – Breeding Routine The last of his control seemed to snap. He started thrusting in earnest again, hard and deep and relentless, the desk rocking beneath us. The pressure built so fast I could barely breathe. When the orgasm finally hit it tore through me in a long, shuddering wave that made my thighs clamp around his hips and my voice break on his name. He followed almost immediately. He slammed in deep one last time and held there, groaning low against my neck as he came. I felt every thick pulse of him inside me, hot and heavy, filling me until I was sure I couldn’t take any more. He stayed buried to the hilt through it, hips jerking with each spurt, one hand gripping my thigh hard enough that I knew I would bruise. For a long moment the only sound was our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the building. He pulled out slowly. I felt the immediate warm trickle of his come starting to slip out of me. He watched it for a second, then reached down and pushed t







