1. Squeal of Pleasure🔥

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|EMMA|

"Carlos!" I squeal, running my fingers through his dark, silky hair, as he devours me like he's been starving for a century. "Oh, this feels so good, so damn good."

I arch my back and try to breathe through my nose, but the pleasure coursing through me is so intense that I can't help but roll my hips and want him to sink his ruthless tongue deeper into me.

I began working as an intern for the Kingston Corporation four months ago. I was only twenty years old at the time, fresh out of college and ready to go wherever life would take me.

I met Carlos at one of our company's masquerade balls.

I had no idea who he was, the literal president of our company, at the time, and ended up having some fun in the back of his car. He was charming and flirtatious—and, of course, a true gentleman who had me swooning merely at our first meeting. It was difficult not to.

He was a walking, talking Greek god, with his big brawn, green eyes, and salt and pepper hair.

I've always been a sucker for a mature man, so when I found out he was a widower who hadn't dated in years, let me be honest with you, I was beyond relieved. Of course, not because his wife was dead—God bless her wherever she was—but because there could be nothing worse than being called a home wrecker. And after everything I'd been through while my mother cheated on my father behind his back, I wasn't going to be the same.

Nope. Never.

"Fuck!" I hiss and bite my lip as he sucks on my throbbing clit and makes those erotic sounds that cause my skin to crack with goosebumps.

Carlos opens my legs wider and continues sucking while embedding two fingers into my pussy. When he speeds up, I whimper, and I'm left holding the edge of the bathroom sink even tighter, not wanting to fall off or, worse, for him to stop.

When pleasure shoots through my skull, my entire body locks up for a split second. I tremble as he places my legs back on the floor, dizzy from the aftereffects of this drug-like sensation throbbing through me.

I only catch a glimpse of him with my eyelids half open before he whips me around, slaps my hands on the edge of the sink, and pulls my hips close to his excited member. I don't even have time to recover from the peak of my climax, when he thrusts into me and grunts like a madman.

I appreciate how this hulk of a man never holds back. He gives me everything he is capable of and more. He makes me fall in love with everything about our little arrangement. Even though what we have is far from an emotional relationship, I'm not bothered by its apparent lack. Carlos had never attempted to scam or manipulate me. When he suggested taking our casual make-outs in his office chamber to a further level, he let me know exactly what I was getting myself into. He made it clear to me that what we had could never be more than that. And that if I ever wanted to, I could go on with whoever I wanted.

I loved how he gave me the kind of freedom that my mother never gave my father.

I loved that I had a say in this as much as he did.

Carlos wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in, forcing me to meet his every thrust in the middle. When his hard-as-fuck cock lunges through me, completely destroying all my thoughts, all I can think about is his thighs slapping the back of mine, making those loud clap sounds that unfurl something in my abdomen.

"Oh, God! Carl, I'm so close. So close."

Carlos growls, fucking me harder, pushing my head down and giving me a few more sloppy thrusts before finally letting go.

"Oh, fuck!"

He grunts so loudly as he shoots all his cum deep into my core that I can feel the vibrations on the bathroom sink beneath my fingertips. I let out my own squeal of sheer pleasure as I reach orgasm for the second time, and my legs shake violently, unable to support my weight.

"Fuck!"

Before my knees hit the wet floor, Carlos pulls me back to my feet.

He laughs lazily, nuzzling his face against my neck. "Em, you're still so delicate." While caressing my nape, he hums and exhales erratically. "I can't help but fuck you hard."

I grin giddily at him through the mirror. "I can't help but wish for more."

He chuckles softly, rolling my nipples between his fingers and gently tugging at them.

I let out a sigh, trying to calm down the wild dance of my own breathing.

"Come on, now!" He cleans me, picks me up in his arms, and carries me back to the bed, utterly aware that I would be incapable of anything after two intense orgasms in a row.

He lays my naked body on the bed and covers me with warm sheets.

"Rest now!" He says, kissing me softly on the lips while the corner of his lips tips up. "I'll let your boss know you're running late."

I scoff at his sense of humour. "I'm hoping he won't mind if I take the day off instead. I'm totally exhausted."

Carlos rakes his dark green over my face, brushing the wet curls away. "I'm sure he'll get it." He stands up and dims the lights in the room. "And if he doesn't, I'll make certain he does."



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