Chapter eight
Maniyay's pov
So I was at my desk in my office working on a file and Dunbar entered without knocking. She locked the door and came around to my seat, she held unto my crotch pretending like she was thirsty. I knew I have another day because when she fucked with the accountant, she always took a day or two before she wanted me drilling her out with my ten and a half inch.
She continued touching me until I hardened. I got up and unbuckled my pants and she laughed turning away. "I was only trying to see if you had been using my joy stick on somebody else. I have a tonne of paperwork to get through." She said.
I pulled her back and held her on the bruise spot pushing her to her knees infront of me. Her face twisted in pain and before she could protest further I shoved my dick in her mouth. Her face was heavy with make-up and it cleverly hid the bruise that was there. I rammed my dick in the back of her throat pretending to be really horny.
Truth is I was angry. What if Jamella had our baby with her and I knew she was the one who had tried to kill them. I took out a condom from my pocket and eased out of her mouth. "Baby I have a tonne of work let's finish this later." She wined wiping off her mouth with a napkin.
I bend her over my chair and tore off her panty and stocking and started to give it to her. She moaned and tried to ease away, but I kept the dick going.
"Have you been giving away your pussy, why does it feel so loose?" I asked her.
Her face took on a shocked look and I pommelled into her hard, she writhed underneath me. I held unto the spot the bruise was and she howled in pain.
"Shush do you want everyone to hear you?" I asked. "The junior accountant is supposed to bring me the log book any minute now, but he can wait outside a bit just be quiet." I told her.
She took the fuck with a pained expression on her face until I pretended to come, then went into the bathroom. I flushed down the empty condom as she came into the bathroom to clean up herself.
"Why is your face looking like that, are you not satisfied?" I asked in a concerned voice.
"Not now I have work to do." She said.
"You've always wanted more and now that I want you, you don't? What kind of game are you playing?" I asked her angrily.
She hissed. "I told you, I have a tonne of work to do."
I breathed angrily and asked. "Since when work is more important than my cock?"
She looked at me. "How will I get to pay you modestly and spoil you if I don't?" She clapped back.
"You know what I think I'm due for a raise and also extra money to buy whores since you are denying me enough sex." I told her.
"What is wrong with you? And stop acting innocent." She snapped.
"Meaning?" I asked standing over her menacingly, she folded her arms and stood leaning against the face basin counter. Someone knocked my office door and I knew it was the accountant. I went and opened it to collect the files. Locking back my office door, I slammed them unto my desk and stripped off my clothes.
I took out a condom from my desk and wiped the 'stay hard' cream on the tip of my cock. From my bag I quickly switched the three documents replacing them on my desk. Then I went back into the bathroom. Her shocked expression became even shocker when I started removing her clothes.
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General FictionJamella Jameson was running away from shame, hurt and betrayal. Her fiancé for more than a year now has just told her that, her bestfriend was pregnant with his child after she refused to give him any more money to cover depts she had no knowledge o...
