Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 26: Intimate Moment
Sebastian’s POV
As she shifts on my lap, her skirt is hiked up and she straddles my legs with her skirt. "It appears to be a potentially hazardous proposition."
"It’s for them," I say, my gaze riveted on hers as she speaks. As I kiss her, I push my lips against hers in a forceful, ravenous kiss that makes her lips swell and irritate. My toughness is increasing by the second, judging by the way she moans into my lips. Slide my hands down to her legs and pull her skirt up past her hips, cupping her ass through her panties while sliding my hands down to her legs using my fingers, I locate the seam and glide down between her thighs, pulling the fabric to one side from behind her back.
"Oh, shit," I sigh into her mouth, slipping two fingers through her folds and burying them deep into her tight pussy as she moans back. "You’re as dripping wet as a fuck," I growl. Our tongues become entangled as our teeth collide, and I free my dick with a quick movement, putting it between her legs while I finger-fuck her hard in the process.
"Sebastian," she says, muttering. When she grinds my palm into my lips, she is whispering how much she wants me to be hers.
Fuck. Getting into her is something I can’t wait to do anymore. With a single rapid jerk, I rip my fingers out of her tight, scorching hot pussy and drive my dick balls deep into her tight, scorching hot pussy. During our intense kiss, Stella pulls away from me and places her palm over her mouth, muffling her moans. I fuck her hard again. Recognizing I’m the only one who has successfully penetrated her defenses drives me mad, and taking her raw here at work, well, it’s scorching as all get-out.
We continue down this route for a little more, and I lick and tease her breasts while dragging her sweater up and removing her bra from her chest area. The tightening and throbbing of her core around my shaft intensify as I swirl my tongue over each nipple, letting me know she’s close but not saying a word. I gripped her ass and crashed into her, slamming in and out of her body like she was nothing.
If I wanted to, I could spend hours in this position, putting her on every piece of furniture and in any position I could think of. Nevertheless, we’re in my office, and despite the fact that the doors are locked, I’m aware that there’s enough work to go around that I shouldn’t keep this going any longer. Someone is going to interrupt us, and if the interruption has anything to do with Mont Blanc, it will be far too important to ignore or ignore. As much as I loathe being in charge at this moment, it’s preferable if I finish this before I’m hauled away from the table.
"Come for me, sweetie," I say as I breathe into her ear. Her claws dig into my shoulders, pushing them through my shirt as she grinds her hips. She holds on tight to my shirt. Her body writhes as she reaches her climax, which is accompanied by a small cry. Her clenched cunt gives me the impression that my dick has been summoned to cum inside of her. I’m unable to stop myself. Then, in a split second, I detonate my release deep into her very center.
We pant hard in order to catch our breath, and after a short while, I get to my feet and carry her to my private toilet, where she remains connected to me at all times. "Do you comprehend what I’m trying to say?" As I lower her legs to the ground, I probe more.
"What?"
It would be beneficial for you to bring your gorgeous ass down to my office on a more frequent basis. In those hot boots."
She grins as she tucks her skirt around her slender legs. "It’ll be interesting," Stella says.
My office door is slammed shut by a firm, forceful knock, just as I had anticipated. "Geisel, what the heck is it?" I scream.
"I’m occupied!" I said.
When I look across my office, I hear a familiar male booming voice saying, "That’s no way to talk with your secretary."
That voice on the other end of the call is my father.
"Fuck."
"Can you tell me who that is?" Stella inquires, her voice shaking as she asks the question.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him," I assure her as I reach for a hand towel to clean up the mess.. I re-zip my pants and wash my hands before re-zipping my dick back into place. "Go ahead and straighten yourself up," I say to Stella.
I dash up to the door and open it just a few inches with my bare hands. In a three-piece pinstripe suit and well combed-back gray hair, Dad walks straight by me to my workstation, practically knocking me out with the force of it.
"We need to talk," Dad said, his palm resting on the backrest of the chair where I had just finished wreaking havoc on Stella. The fact that Stella is too terrified to close the door and draw attention to herself means that he isn’t aware that she is standing in the middle of my bathroom. Not that I’m concerned that my father will find out that I’ve been participating in extracurricular activities at my office. After all, this is my place of business. That he will be intrigued by my desire is something I am certain of. I only have to find him. Stella isn’t going anywhere without meeting my father. And he’ll be interested in finding out more about her. This could go either way for her at this point. Dad analyzes me from head to toe, and he doesn’t miss anything. "Can you tell me how long you’ve been strolling about the office in that manner?"
"Fix your blasted tie...and half of your shirt is hanging out of your jeans," Dad said seriously.
"Let’s have a meeting in one of the boardrooms," I tell him.
"What?" he inquires, taking an inquisitive sniff of the air.
"Dad," I say first because I don’t want him to say anything cruel to anyone. Stella comes over to me now that her clothes have been put back in order. "Do you remember who my date was at the party?" "Stella, this is Gary Miller, my father, the owner of this company...Dad, this is Stella Wilson."
After turning around to face her and offering her a handshake, he responds, "Oh, I see. Yes, Miss Wilson, it’s good to see you again," Dad says a lovely smile on his face as his observant eyes explore her entire body.
"Much the same, Mr. Miller," Stella says in response.
"Why didn’t you just come out and tell me you were meeting with your...friend?" Dad says.
As I shake my head, my palm travels down the back of my neck. "The fact that Geisel told you that I was occupied was most likely communicated to you."
"Well, I didn’t think that...um... now I get what she was talking about." While his brows wrinkle and the one-sided smile on his delighted face begins to reveal knowledge of what he has just disrupted, he maintains his composure. "As requested, I’ll be in that boardroom as soon as possible. Don’t be get too long. We have to talk as soon as possible, and this is a very important matter to discuss," he adds as he reaches the front door of the house. "It’s nice to see you again, young lady," Dad says smiling at Stella and walking away.
Stella beams with a wide grin. "Take care, Mr. Knight. Nice seeing you again."
As soon as Dad has left, I say to her, "You got off quite easily."
"Do you think he’s aware of what we’ve been up to?" she wonders, a nervous grin on her face as she wonders.
As I put it, "Of course he does. My father is not a knucklehead." I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her. "In addition, he’s well aware that I’m far from being a saint. Anyway, I need to speak with him. I’m sorry but I need to go now."
"I get what you’re saying. Once again, thank you for agreeing to aid Apple in this matter... and to the additional items, "She chuckles at the thought.
"It was absolutely my delight," I mutter, caressing her lips for a brief moment. "I’ll invite you over to my place later. I’ll send you a message as soon as I’m back in the office."
"Really? You going to message me?" Stella asked.
"Of course," I say.
"That sounds nice then," Stella responds.
"Stella, I’d like to have you in my bed. You’re on your hands and knees. I’m going to stomp on your ass till it’s entirely rubbed out." That seems to attract her attention.
