I moan and suck harder on his cock. I can only bob a little with how he’s holding me, but I move as much as I’m able, driven on by his filthy words.
“You’re panting so hard for it, you wouldn’t stop for anything, would you?” He shakes his head slowly. “I could take a dozen calls, conduct a meeting, and you’d let me do anything I wanted to you.”
“Yes,” I moan around his cock.
“Next time your pussy needs tending to, you come here wearing one of those short little skirts. The ones that flare.” He jerks on my hair. “You know what I’m talking about?”
I nod a little. I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Not too short. You have to pretend that you’re a good girl, Hazel. If people think you’re visiting me so I can fuck you in my office, they’ll start to talk. We can't have that.” He thrusts a little, and this time I can’t help gagging. Devan makes a sound devastatingly close to a growl. “Yeah, come in here in a short little skirt and I’ll take off your panties nice and slow. And then you can sit on my lap like a good girl while I run my next meeting. No one will have any idea that my cock is deep inside that needy little pussy of yours, not as long as you don’t squirm or moan like you’re doing right now. Can you do that for me?”
He pulls me off his cock and I gasp. Tears streak my face and my jaw hurts and I’m so turned on, I might come from this alone. “Yes. I can do that. I can be a good girl.”
“Prove it. Go put that skirt on. Right now.”
I scramble to obey, nearly tripping over my feet as I hurry out of the room and into the bedroom. I leave panties off again and pull on the skirt from last night. It’s not even pretending to be decent, which is honestly perfect. The top is wrinkled all to hell, but I untie it and tuck it in as best I can. No bra, even though the fabric is still too sheer for anything resembling modesty. I smile a little at myself in the mirror. Good girl? Yeah right.
Devan’s idly stroking his cock when I walk back into the room. His mouth turns down when he sees me. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
“What?” I make a show of looking down at myself. “Is something wrong?”
“Get over here.”
I walk to him, loving the way he drinks in the sight of me, his hand moving faster on his cock. Yeah, he likes what he sees, all right. He shakes his head. “Hands on the desk.”
I move quickly to do as he commands, though I bend over a little more than strictly necessary, biting back a smile at his curse. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong, Devan?”
“I ought to paddle your ass for showing up here in that little cock-tease of a skirt,” he mutters. He doesn’t give me time to brace. He simply pulls me back onto his lap and then his cock is there, shoving deep so fast that I cry out.
“None of that. You knew this would happen the second you waltzed in here in that skirt.” Devan plants a hand over my mouth even as he pulls me the rest of the way down his length. “You have to be quiet, birthday girl. They can’t know I’m balls deep in this tight little pussy. It might give someone the wrong idea.” His hand flexes against my mouth. “Can you be quiet?”
I nod, even though I’m not entirely sure. We’re not in an office, but I can picture it so clearly. Can pretend we’re not alone, that no one is supposed to know we’re fucking while he’s at work. “I can be quiet,” I whisper.
“We’ll see.”
“Why are you so mad?” I’m not fighting to keep a smile from my face now. I’m too focused on not moaning at the feel of him inside me. “I did what you asked.”
“No, you didn’t. I asked you to come in here dressed like a good girl.” Devan spins the chair, facing the large mirror. “Do you look like a good girl right now?”
Not even a little bit. My shirt clearly shows my nipples and my skirt barely covers my pussy. “Yes?”
“No.” He cups my breasts in rough hands, plucking at my nipples through my shirt. “Keep your legs closed, little slut. Don’t want anyone to see up your skirt.”
I press them close together, and we both pause as it makes me clench tighter around his cock. “Devan,” I gasp.
“Hush. You promised you’d be quiet.” He keeps playing with my breasts. If not for the color high in his cheeks and his hard cock inside me, I’d think he’s just as unaffected as his expression claims.