Always Wrong - Xyla Turner Page 0,23

the one exposed to her, so she could see the outline of my hardened dick lying there, mid-way down my leg. “Has been hard for you, nearly all fucking week. You’re pissed that I hung up, but I was trying to calm my ass down, since I was at work and thinking of you in that way was making me like this. I had a meeting to go to and needed to get you out of my head. I wanted to talk to you later so I could put you to sleep as you rubbed that wet clit of yours to my voice. Now I’ve had to wait all week and four hours just to see you and let you know. I reject your proposal. You’re ovulating this weekend, and I cannot wait for you to bounce on my cock so I can fill you up with this load that’s waiting just for you. We can conceive our son, and then move forward with our original plans, South. I’m not fucking around with you. Do you hear me?”

Her eyes continued to stare at my thigh until I guided her chin to look at my face.

“Am I clear?”

Her head nodded.

Fuck, she was exquisite. I loved how this woman just became so docile once I touched her. It made me so bloody heady with thoughts that I couldn’t think straight.

“You might want to send your secretary home,” I said as I quickly stood up and pulled her chair back.

Extending my hand for her to take, I lifted her out of her seat and pushed into her front with mine so I could take those lips in the kiss I’d been craving.

Pulling back, I murmured, “Turn around.”

The tight suit she was wrapped in was form fitting and displaying her curvy ass. I unzipped the skirt, pulled off the jacket, and lifted the camisole so I could see my treasure once again.

Sexy as fuck, she was.

“Don’t forget that secretary,” I said right before I slapped her arse.

“Fuck,” she yelped and grabbed the phone, while hitting a button.

“Tammy, take off the rest of the day, okay….thanks.” Then she almost slammed it down.

“Jacquez, people are still working here,” she turned to share.

“That’s fine. That was only a preview of what you can expect to get when I get you home,” I told her as I squeezed her arse and then began to unbutton my trousers.

A small sigh escaped her as I rubbed her ass. Damn, she was exquisite. Her brown ass was nice and round, like two balloons made to fit my cock between them. Fuck. I didn’t want to cum early, but I would not be able to handle this like I needed to. She was irresistible.

“So don’t hang up on you is your boundary?” I tried to psych myself out of releasing early. Putting her request back on the table, even though it was bullshit.

“Correct,” she mumbled as I knelt behind her and buried my face in between her ass cheeks.

She was so warm and smelled like whatever flowery bodywash she used. My cock twitched with the hit of her scent, but I pressed on and began to lick my way down to her clit so I could suck on it. With each swipe, I knew that I wouldn’t let her go even if she wanted to. If she said she no longer wanted a child with me, I still would come back for this. Shit, we could be strictly sexual partners or something. She was so good.

A moan escaped her voice, and I slapped her arse, just to remind her that she had employees present. Once she came on my lips, I stood, unzipped my pants, and slid inside of my tight treasure.

FUCK it all to hell.

She was so bloody wet. Yeah, she was going nowhere. She was pissed because I’d hung up the phone. It was bullshit, and we both knew it. The two of us still had to learn each other, for example. I would call her bullshit, bullshit. She needed to know that. I would hop on a plane to make sure she got my message.

I slammed into her again and again as I continued to count all of the things she needed to know. This is what they called hate sex or makeup sex. Hard fucking with the intent to sexually and emotionally provide healing and a gotdamn release.

This one took it like a fucking champ. Every slap, hit, and push into her hot cunt had me about to