“You're killing me,” I groan, my hips rocking back as far as he'll let me. “I can't take much more.”
“You'll take what I give,” he says, his lips pulling taut into a coy smile. “When I'm ready to give it.” He nips at the tender skin at the nape of my neck, sending a chill down my spine.
My body shivers, causing Monroe to let out a pleased laugh. The tips of his fingers tickle down my back. He stops on my ass and spreads my cheeks apart. Pressing his thumb against my asshole, he massages the tight hole as he slowly pushes his dick all the way inside me.
The muscles in my jaw tense up as his thick cock stretches me wide open. My arousal slicks his length as he pulls back out to the ridge of his tip. With another slow, but firm thrust, his thumb presses into my ass, drawing a long moan out of the depths of my lungs. Another wave of tingles and goosebumps ripple across my skin, making my toes curl in my sneakers.
“Mm, Monroe, fuck me.” My eyes snap shut as I press my forehead to the wall and rock on my heels. I'm moving with him, giving an extra push to his thrust, and making his dick hit me deep.
“You're my dirty little girl, aren't you?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“How dirty are you?”
“So fucking dirty.”
He pushes his thumb into my ass up to the first knuckle. “Fuck yeah, take my cock.” His thumb and cock both fuck me at the same time.
I'm seeping, dripping with juice. The warm liquid coats my thighs as the sound of his skin slapping against my body echoes in the fridge. The shelves beside my head vibrate and shake as he starts to fuck me harder.
I can't even think straight anymore. All I can think about is coming. My clit is swollen, throbbing violently. Every movement he makes is an explosion of pleasure. His hands move all around my body, from my head to my shoulders to my back.
“I want to feel you come,” he says. His lips brush the shell of my ear, causing my eyes to snap shut. A quiver rips through me, and my knees become weak.
I start to slip, but Monroe wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up. The orgasm bursts, sending wave after wave of tingles zipping through my body from head to toe.
“There it is, that's what I've been waiting for.” He digs his teeth into my shoulder, biting down as his fingertips grip my side. His cock slams inside me one last time. “Fuck,” he growls out, letting his head fall to my shoulder.
I'm breathing heavy. I can see each breath as it rolls out like a cloud of smoke. Monroe's chest rises and falls against my back. His heart is racing, I can feel it as it pounds inside him.
He slowly lifts himself up and takes a step back. I adjust my pants, and button up what's left on my jacket.
“I think I'm going to need a new jacket,” I say, taking a blind step backwards. My back hits something hard, and I wobble on my feet, almost falling over.
I whip around, reaching out to stop anything from falling off. I'm able to catch a container of sour cream and a jug of milk, but a glass bottle of ketchup and an entire box of oranges isn't so lucky. The box flips, sending dozens of oranges tumbling to the floor, and the ketchup bottle smashes into a million pieces, splattering the floor with red.
“Ah shit,” I huff out as I look at the mess I just made. My eyes are wide as I glance up at Monroe.
He scans the mess, finishes tucking in his shirt, and takes a long step over all of it. “Looks like you got some clean-up to do,” he says flatly and walks right out the door.
I'm left alone, standing in a chilled box with oranges strewn around my feet and ketchup all over my pants and shoes. My arms are full and the euphoric feeling that was just flowing through my body is slowly disappearing.
The way he just left me like this. How cold and distant his voice was. I can't help but wonder if he's already regretting what just happened. We just fucked in the walk-in as if we're old lovers, and then he leaves as if he'd rather just forget it altogether.
What the hell did I just do?
I'm not this girl. I'm not the type of girl who hooks up with a guy I just met and know nothing about.
This isn't just any guy; this is my new boss.
How the hell am I going to look him in the eyes now?
Lucky for me, I don't see Monroe the rest of the night. He stays in his office. I finish the list he gave me, seasoning the brisket and putting it in the fridge. It's three in the morning by the time I leave, and I can barely keep my eyes open.