CHAPTER EIGHTY

MAE POV

I’d had it generally good through life, but I’d never considered myself as one of those super lucky people where crazy good things fell from the sky and landed straight in my lap. Things like this just didn’t happen to me.

      But they were happening, and I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pinch myself over and over, just to know this was really real.

      But it was.

      It was ultra-real, realer than real.

      The solid bulk of him was undeniable, scissored between my legs as he carried me upstairs. His mouth was indisputable as it pressed to mine, his tongue everything I’d dreamed of as it sought mine out and played hard.

My arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, my body fizzing with excitement and nerves and disbelief that my dirty story fuck-up had delivered the best Christmas of my life.

      He headed straight for his bedroom, and my belly flipped at the thought of my snooping in there just a few hours earlier. He dropped me onto the bed and I groaned as he didn’t join me.

      My groan turned to a grin as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall.

      He was ripped. Manly and toned and hardcore enough to set my pulse into overdrive.

   I sucked on my bottom lip as he dropped his suit trousers and pushed his boxers down along with them.

      Fuck.

  He was bigger than I’d even dared to fantasise. Swollen hard and rippled with veins, with a perfectly proportioned head to crown it off. My poor pussy tensed at the sight of it.

Believe me, I’d watched enough p**n to know that this was a beautiful dick.

      Praise the fucking Lord.

I was both grinning like a fool and petrified all at once as his fingers stretched around his girth, teasing up and down the length as I stared.

 I couldn’t tear my eyes away, wondering just how in hell I was going to take that monster inside me.

 I’d break. He’d split me in two and leave me broken.

      And I wanted it. Holy hell, how I wanted it.

      “Sure you’re ready for this, Miss Chase ?” he asked with a half smirk.

      My nod was confident. Definite. Desperate.

      He dropped onto the bed and stalked me on all fours. I couldn’t stop the jitters as the bulk of his hot naked body covered mine. Despite the little voice in my head screaming that I didn’t have the faintest clue what I was doing, my legs spread and wrapped around him like it was the most natural thing on earth, as though I was born for this, made for this.

      Made for him.

      He pinned me down and took hold of my wrists, pulling them up over my head where he gripped them both easily in one hand.

      My body was a puppet to his as he rolled his hips against mine.

      Fuck.

The girth of his hard dick ground against my pussy, back and forth in calculated sweeps that sent me into a dreamy daze. My clit sparked so bright it sent tingles dancing up to my nipples and back again as I struggled for composure.

      But he didn’t want composure. Can’t have wanted it.

 His thrusts were brutal and demanding, the head of his dick pressed so tight to my clit that I was on the edge in seconds, but I couldn’t let myself go, not this quickly, not like some silly little girl who couldn’t control herself.

      “That’s too nice…” I whimpered, and his lips landed hot on my neck.

      “We’re barely getting started,” he growled.

      He sucked my skin into his mouth and all I could do was moan for him.

      My back arched after him when he rose up on his forearms and peppered kisses down my body. His eyes were hungry as they stared up at mine, glittering like icy diamonds as his breath tickled my tits.

      My self-consciousness was scorching, my inexperience screaming like a beacon as he flicked his tongue over my nipple.

  “Shit,” I hissed, gritting my teeth and grinning like an idiot as he gripped my flesh tight in his fingers. I’d never been blessed with all that much on top, but the groan in his throat as he sucked my tit into his mouth was enough to set me on fire.

It calmed me more than words, more than token reassurances and the silent friendship of a push up bra under my work blouse.

      There was no hiding from Mr Douglas, and I didn’t want to. I was on display, vulnerable and exposed as his fingers sought out every curve and crevice.

His mouth was hot and his teeth nipped hard enough to make me shudder. His hands were heavy but skilled, the ball of his thumb an absolute wizard as it circled my throbbing clit.

“Tell me what you’ve taken inside you, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I was so embarrassed I could’ve died.

 “Nothing,” I told him, hoping he was more interested in my pussy than my stupid red cheeks as he dipped down lower.

 “Nothing?” he repeated, and if he was surprised he managed to at least keep a lid on it.

      I shook my head. “Maybe a finger when I was messing around. I just didn’t…” I took a breath. “I’ve always been more of a clit girl.”

      His laugh was low and dirty. “We’ll see if that’s still the case in the morning.”

I draped an arm across my eyes as he eased my legs apart and splayed the most private parts of me. I was so nervous I could barely breathe, sucking in air at the thought of him seeing everything. Everything.

      “Look at me,” he said, and his tone was just like it was in the office. Demanding. Powerful.

      Too strong to ignore.

      I dragged my arm from my face and dared to stare down at him.

      The want in his eyes took the paltry amount of breath I had left.

      “You’re so beautiful,” he told me. “Your sweet little cunt is divine, Miss Chase.”

      His eyes were still on mine as he swept his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop myself squirming as he kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. His tongue danced in perfect rhythm, his breath hot and ragged.

      When he sucked my clit into his mouth and his lips closed tight I knew I was done for.

      My whole body tensed in a heartbeat, my foot jerking up and landing flat on his back, grating up and down as I battled the crazy sensations.

      I didn’t win.

      I was cursing under my breath, teeth gritted tight as the orgasm boiled over, lost to caring about anything other than the way his mouth ate me alive.

      When I came I came hard. Harder than I ever came by myself with a hand down my knickers and my laptop screen open in front of me.

      It was noisy. Breathless. Explosive in a way that had me bucking and squirming like a dirty bitch with my fingers twisted in his hair.

      I cried out again when he pushed something inside me.

      “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”

      I looked down to see his wrist moving. “How many is that?” I asked like a fool.

      His smile said as much as his answer. “One.”

      “One?!”

      I gave a moan at another stretch. This one hurt. A sharp pain that had me grasping at the bedsheets.

      Until it didn’t hurt anymore.

      I groaned again as the sensation changed. A pressure, deep, like I needed the toilet but really didn’t.

      I really hoped I didn’t.

      “Two,” he said, and I knew then taking his dick was going to hurt so bad.

His wrist circled and I felt the twist inside me. I could hear my own wetness, and it felt so dirty my belly flipped.

      “We’re going to need to get my cock nice and wet for this sweet little cunt,” he told me, and I loved how his voice dripped with filth.

      I’d never listen to him the same way again in the office.

      Never.

      I was done for.

      “Are you going to be a good girl with that pretty mouth of yours?” he asked, and there was that perfect smirk again.

      I moaned like a whore as he pulled his fingers free.

      My pussy felt empty, even though I’d barely known it filled.

      He positioned himself above my face, his hand smoothing my hair so tenderly as he landed his swollen dick against my mouth.

      “Open nice and wide,” he grunted, and I did.

      He wasn’t gentle as he pushed his cock between my teeth. My cheeks stretched full, throat tightening as he forced his way to the back.

 “Good girl,” he praised and my heart soared. “Suck me.”

I tried. I worked so hard to please him that my eyes watered, fighting back the gag reflex with my eyes staring wide up at his.

      “So fucking pretty,” he said and thrust in deep.

      I battled the retch, but it didn’t stay down easy. When he pulled his dick free he pulled up a load of foamy spit with it. He slicked it all the way over, from the head to his balls, and it made such dirty noises that my hand slipped between my legs.

      I felt different down there. Sensitive. Swollen

      Amazing.

      “I’m spoiled for choice,” he growled and sank his thumb into my open mouth. “So many perfect little holes to choose from.”

      But I knew which one I wanted him to fill.

      “Fuck me, Santa daddy” I said, and my words came out all the dirtier with his thumb between my teeth. “Please fuck my pussy, Santa daddy.”

      I watched his dick pulse, right above my face.

      “Dirty girl,” he breathed, and I loved it.

      “It’ll hurt,” he warned as he raised himself, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

      “I’m ready,” I told him. “Please, sir, I don’t care, please fuck me.”

      “My pleasure, sweetheart,” he said.