"I hope he likes it." You thought, holding his present. You were walking to his office. Holding his present, hoping he would like it. You knocked on his door. "Come in." You opened it, and saw him standing around his desk.
He was wearing a handsome tuxedo, with some black pants, and shoes. With his blond hair pulled hair pulled back, his shy blue eyes, and his little mustache. While you, just whore a sweater, a skirt, and knee-high boots.
"Ah, Mrs. (L/N). Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas to you too General Doyle." "Oh enough of the 'General' giddy up. It's Christmas, so let's enjoy this day." "Okay, well, I got a present for you."
You handed out the present, and he got it. He unwrapped it, and he smiled. "Ah, Shakespeare's Hamlet. It truly is magnificent. Thank you." "N-No problem. I'm glad you liked it." You said blushing. "I'm truly sorry I didn't get you a present." "It's okay, your smile was truly a gift, any way I'll be taking my leave."
But instead he lifted your head, and kissed you. For a while, he held you like that. Until you were growing weak, and had to lean on the desk. "Doyle..." He shushed you, and started kissing your neck. You moaned, as he lifted up your skirt. Pulled down your underwear, and pulled his down too.
He placed you on his desk, he postioned himself. Then started to thrust into you. "Ngh." His length, thrusting into you. It felt good, and on his desk, it was dirty. "Doyle..." You held him, and wrapped your legs around his waist. "(Y/N)... let's.... ngh." He cummed, and pulled out.
You two immediately cleaned yourselfs. "Anyway, I'll be heading off. Thank you for my present." You said, winking at him. You left the room, and had a nosebleed.
