I don’t stop until she’s on the brink, and just as she’s about to come, I stand up.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Time to go join the party, don’t you think?”
“Don’t you do this to me. Not after last night.”
“What’s it worth to you?”
“Anything, please, just don’t stop.”
“You wear the plug until every last guest has gone home.”
“Fine, anything. Just please, I’m dying here.”
“I hope not.” I reach into my pants and pull out my cock, sliding it straight into her and watching her expression change. Two thrusts, and she’s on edge. I brush her clit with my fingers, slamming into her a moment later, and then it hits her.
“Oh, shit,” she cries out, her hips lifting and then crashing down again. “I’m coming.”
I thrust deeply until her orgasm has washed over her, leaving her drained and panting for breath.
I slide out of her, moving up to kneel over her chest. “Open your mouth,” I tell her, stroking my shaft hard and fast.
She obeys at once, running her tongue over her lips. “Give it to me,” she says. “You know I need it.”
“You dirty girl,” I say. “So glad you’re mine.”
I grunt as I reach the edge, pushing my cock down, ready. I reach orgasm a moment later, spurting out of the tip, cum splashing down onto her tongue and cheeks. She licks at it greedily, swallowing fast and continuing to stare at me.
“Thank you, Sir,” she says as every time.
I push myself into her mouth, and she sucks the last drops from me. I move off the table a moment later, lifting her to her feet.
“Stay there,” I say, reaching into my pocket for the plug. I apply lube to it and then turn her around, pushing it between her cheeks. She breathes in sharply as it buries itself inside her.
“There,” I tell her. “You’ve got my cum on your face and my plug in your ass. Now you’re Cinderella, ready for the ball.”
“What ball is this?” she replies, scooping up my cum with her finger before licking it clean. “What fairytales have you been reading?”
“The best ones,” I reply. “I’ll read one to you later.”
“Great, I love a bedtime story.”
I swat her ass before taking her hand and leading her out of the boardroom, heading in the direction of the party. I reach into my jacket and pull out a velvet box. “Before we go in,” I tell her. “An early present for you.”
“What’s this?”
“You married me once. Wondered if you’d like to do it again?”
“You’re kidding, right?” She opens the box and gasps at the size of the engagement ring inside. “You’re not kidding.”
I take the ring and get down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Bex Fox?”
She squeals with joy. “Of course, I will. You’re not going to make me get an annulment this time, are you? This is real, isn’t it?”
“I guarantee it.”
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