Catherine called my na, and I growled, coming undone. Her thrust grew sluggish, but she didn’t stop. Drunk in pleasure, our lips battling for dominance.
"Mr. King. Mrs. King."
A voice and a knock distracted us, and Catherine wanted to jump away, but I pinned her down right there, my hand slapping against her mouth to keep her quiet.
"What is it?"
"The eting, Mr. King."
"Keep riding ," I whispered to Catherine’s ear.
She shot a look.
"Defy , and I’ll fuck you against this table. You’ll scream for until everyone in the office hears giving my wife a good ti."
Catherine reddened, and the blush spread over her face.
"Mr. King?"
"What’s it gonna be, babydoll?"
She’s challenging because her eyes were sharper than panicked, as I hoped. A shiver shot down my spine, my tongue swiping my lower lip.
"Tell them we’ll be there in two hours."
Catherine’s eyes almost bulge out of the socket.
"T-Two hours? B-But Mr. King, they are already waiting in the conference room!"
Her hand shot out to pull my hand down, but she seed to have forgotten who had more power here.
I smacked her ass two tis, getting her distracted as I lifted her off . I twirled her before she had the chance to react, dragged out my belt and used it to bind her wrists behind her back, and then I used my tie to conceal her mouth before pushing her down against the table.
I slamd my cock into her from behind. Catherine’s sounds were muffled; she struggled to move, but I held her down as I fucked her.
"Tell them we will be right there..."
I picked up the pace, ignoring how the table legs creak against the floor from the force of my friction. I groaned, loving how she cramd tighter, milking with every thrust.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I chuckled when she squird, pleasure drilling on her body until she was shaking.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
I growled when she almost suffocated my cock, my movent going sluggish.
"God!" I cursed as I exploded right there just when her insides loosened and I pounded into her, our skin smacking against each other.
A few minutes of rapid fucking made co again, filling her up, but I don’t halt just yet, I kept going, determined for another.
I had checked my calendar, which I used to monitor her monthly period. She’s ovulating. Which made this the perfect ti.
Catherine’s body went into a trembling mode, her release hitting her harder than anything else until I could hear a struggling sound from her throat.
"Fuck, babydoll!" I grunted, finding another climax.
The sll of our mixed cum clouded my nose, and everything blurred montarily. My hand shot out to grip the edge of the table for balance.
A smirk curled on my lips when I saw her ass dripping sweat mixed with our cum, red from my spank.
When I pulled out, a ss was made, my cock semi-hard and soaked, a pulse making shiver cut through .
I undid the belt, binding her wrists, a little redness there. I helped her up, and her body went limp against mine.
I pulled down the tie and whispered to her ear, my voice dripping with a newfound hunger when I set my eyes on her plump red lips and the smudge of lipstick on her cheek.
"I want your lips wrapped around my cock."
She snapped her gaze to before pushing off her, and I laughed.
"W-What part of this is funny, Ares!"
"Ares?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Ugh!" She growled, snappily walking to the door that led to the bathroom suite.
Her steps were wobbly, and I relished every minute of her struggle.
"Wait for , baby..." I said, coming up behind her, and she almost slamd the door right in my face if I hadn’t stopped it with my hand.
"Let finish first..."
"We’ll be a lot quicker if we do it together. The board directors are waiting for us."
"And whose fault is that?" She added more force, but she ended up just wasting her strength because the door wouldn’t bulge.
"Don’t be like that, baby," I cooed.
"Don’t be like what?"
"Don’t be like that because I fucked you so hard."
She blushed, and I seized that opportunity to get in; she backed away, my shadow shrouding her.
Smiling, I stripped. "Let’s take a shower."
"So that you can fuck in there too?"
"I won’t..."
I ended up fucking her.
~☆~
Catherine doesn’t wanna look at anymore. Halfway through the eting and her presentation, she was heavily focused, acting as if I didn’t exist.
I was both entertained and annoyed.
Surprisingly enough, she was able to maintain a steady stance, but only I could see the quiver. She’s pulling all her strength into it, and I pondered how long she was gonna last.
I didn’t want to risk an embarrassing mont, so I spoke up.
"Let’s wrap this up, baby..."
Their eyes turned to , but I didn’t look at them, but my wife, and I couldn’t stop thinking about taking her against this table.
"We still haven’t covered most of it..." She replied to through clenched teeth, not hiding her irritation.
"I think we have enough for them to understand. Don’t you all agree?" The last part was ant for the directors.
"O-Of course, Mr. King."
"Mrs. King was excellent in her presentation."
"A lot was taken into account."
"I agreed!"
"Yes!"
When I moved my eyes to them, they stiffened and their words of agreent hastened.
I looked back at Catherine, who glared at as if I had tested the last of her patience.
The door suddenly opened, and Grandmother and Adrian stepped in.
"Oh, look, we made it in ti, and here I thought it was gonna be over." She rested her hand on Adrian’s shoulder. "This, my boy, is where you would get to sit one day."
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