Chapter 37
Alcee gasped when Torq slammed the door behind them, grabbed her by the arm and lifted her clear up the wood until her head touched the coat hook. His nose buried in her neck and he licked her boldly.
“That was fucking hot as hell,” he ground his hips against hers and somehow her legs wrapped around his waist. His lips latched onto her pulse and sucked hard and her back arched while her head lagged to one side. “My woman is the sexiest woman on the planet.”
Torg,” she looked at the door behind her as if someone could see inside the office while his words reverberated through her brain. His woman? The way he was marking her skin made her eye flutter shut for a half moment before sanity sunk back into her brain, “what are you doing?”
“There might be value to Genevra’s complaints of you in jeans because a skirt would be much easier to work with right now but baby I need Inside you
“Are you kidding me?” she stared at the closed blinds of the office incredulously. She wondered if the room was soundproof.
“The way you grabbed her by the throat and put her in her place and made sure she knew you were the fucking real boss, he thrust upwards, the material of his trousers and her jeans a barrier she was sure were about ready to melt off at his command, “was by far the sexiest fucking thing I ever saw. I need in you, Alcee.”
“There are people out there.”
“No. Genevra is out there; she’s not even a person. The rest I sent away. I don’t care what she hears. I want my woman.
There it was again, his woman. What was it about his domineering possessive side which flooded her brain with chemicals which made her feel good, needy and wanton?
His fingers somehow were pushing her jeans open to loosen her waistband before sliding his palm over her ass cheeks. His hand were impossibly large, and his fingers were inside her panties, curling around under ass and through her slit. Since the man’s hands were larger than life, they were able to reach her without any problems, and he immediately began coaxing her to part her legs
“Torq, you don’t mean to fuck me right here against this door?” She should be ashamed of how her words sounded whinier and begging instead of censoring.
“I really want to but if you’re not keen on the door, how about you ride me in my new office chair.” He lifted his head from where he’d been nipping and licking the crook of her neck to look her dead in the eyes. There was a hunger there which made her breath catch and her heart stop.
His name was breathless plea on her lips. She didn’t know what she was asking him but one thing she knew for sure, with the way her hips were grinding on his palm in her pants, it wasn’t for him to stop.
“Come on Alcee don’t pretend you’re not turned on. You’re dripping all over my fingers,” he pushed deeper through her folds. “Wouldn’t my cock feel better than fingers?” |
“Yes,” she didn’t deny it, “hut there are people out there and we’re in the workplace.”
*I heard yes. I own this workplace. I’m the boss of this building but you’re the boss of me. You said yes so I’m going to give you what we both want.” He laughed as he set her on her feet, tugged her jeans and underwear off with slacrity she was stunned by and then was unbuckling his pants. His cock sprung free and she was blessed with a real view of how hot this man was for her. His head, reddened, exposed and dripping with his pre–ejaculate. She salivated with the desire to lick it, but he was a man on a mission. His cock twitched as he grabbed it in his fist.
The sound of a phone ringing outside the door made her eyes widen worriedly but he was too far gone to hear anything but her.
“Torq.” his name was meant to dissuade him but then without preemption he lifted her up again, wrapped her legs around his waist settled her against the tip of his shaft and then backed her against the door. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered as he impaled her on him.
“You said yes.”
“I sure as hell am not saying no but holy hell, Torg, it’s too much. Why are you so fucking big?”
“I was made for you, Akre,” he said with confidence. “God made me with you in mind.”
He was strong. He was incredibly powerful, and she realized he wasn’t simply fucking her, but he was using her to fuck himself. He was lifting her up and down on his rigid cock like it was child’s play and she was nothing more than his dolly. The door behind her rattled in the hinges as he used it for leverage. He roughly pushed her t–shirt up, pushed her bra down and in seconds her nipple was in his mouth.
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Chapter 37
“Torq, oh shit,” she cried as she cradled his head to her breast while he railed upwards into her. His pace was punishing and brutal. There was no way Genevra didn’t know what was happening in this office. Part of her was smug at the notion. The other part prayed that Genevra was the only one out there because Amal and Susana would have a damn field day. Her thoughts dissipated as he began speaking while loving her.
“My fucking Donna, my queen, Alcee. You are my perfect match and my fucking queen, and you turn me on like nothing else in the world. Feel how you make your soon–to–be–husband hard for you. Sexy.” He growled over the globe of her breast as he squeezed it before sucking it deeper into his mouth.
She realized he was one–handedly lifting her up and down on his cock. His brutal power might be the most invigorating thing she’d ever experienced. He was better than her rabbit with five speeds from nothing more than the way he enveloped her all around.
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