Chapter Thirty Nine

🔞 This chapter contains a lot of mature content so if you don't like such, you can just skip it.

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"I'm almost done, I'm coming." I told Andrew as I packed up my bags.

It was already almost seven pm and today my mum once again saved me by helping me go pick Brayleigh from the daycare.

I had and still have so much to do that I hardly even have time for myself. Thank God I pumpedbsome breast milk for Brayleigh before I dropped her at the day care.

"No need to rush," he fully stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. "I've told Nosa to go."

I finally put my laptop into my bag and zipped it. "Done."

Andrew sat on one of the couches and he tapped on his laps. "Come here."

I made my way to him and sat on his laps and rested on his body. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me more to him. He rested his head at the crook of my neck.

"You've been working so much babe." He whispered. "You need to relax."

"I have so much work to do Drew," I said with a heavy sigh.

"I know and you will do them, I'll help you even but still, you have to learn to relax in between." He took out my shirt from the skirt that it was tucked into then slowly began to undo my zip.

"Drew," I held his hand on my zip.

He shushed me. "Relax baby, relax."

I was still reluctant to let go of his hand.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered.

I nodded, "yeah."

"Then relax." He drew circles on the bare skin of my waist. "And trust me." He pulled down the zip fully.

The skirt was now just hanging on my legs. He began to undo the buttons of my shirt so I fell my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

He wants me to relax? I'll relax.

"Drew, the curtains." I reminded him.

"Got it," I felt him move under me then the buzzing of the curtains closing up. I opened my eyes and the only source of light in the room were the light bulbs.

He was done with the buttons on my shirt then he helped me get out of them. I moved too, aiding him.

"That's it, relax." His soothing voice sent bumps allover my skin, the good one.

He placed his lips on the back of my neck and slowly began to trail them down to my shoulders and back up. He found that sweet spot that connects my neck to the rest of my body and his lips stayed there.

Kissing and sucking and causing moans of pleasure to leave my lips.

My skirt was resting on my legs so he pushed them down and to the floor leaving me in nothing but my bra and lingerie.

At this point I was soaked and I just needed him to fill me up, completely. My pussy was aching with the need for him.

He began to touch me through my underwear, slowly but it still made me feel like exploding.

"Drew," I moaned.

His second hand rested on my right thigh and he slowly trailed it up. He pushed my lingerie to the side and pushed a finger inside me and a gasp left my lips.

I bit on my bottom lip and threw my head back.

His right thumb circled my clit while his left hand finger fucked me. He started slowly, gently building up the fire and intense pleasure gathering at the pit of my stomach, ready to explode with every second.

I held unto the arm rest of the couch as he pumped faster into me. He added another finger first, stretching me out, then another finger.

I nearly fell off of him but his strong hands on me restricted me.

"Scream baby, scream." He whispered into my ear.

I released my bottom lip from the grasp of my teeth and let out my screams of pleasure.

"Fuck I'm gonna come." In a flash my back was on the couch and Andrew's tongue was on my dripping cunt.

One hand was inside me, pumping in and out of me way faster than I had ever felt. He looked up at me, "come."

And I did. I was screaming his name all the way with one hand in his hair and the other holding unto the my couch like it was my life support.

"Shit." His tongue circled my clit repeatedly.

I haven't felt like this in so long, it felt like I was in heaven.

He pulled away, looked up at me and licked his lips. "You taste so good baby."

I threw my head on the couch and brought my second leg down. That was definitely the fastest and best orgasm I've ever had.

He moved up so he was hovering over me and he rested his weight on his arms. His lips met mine and instantly tasted my juices on his lips.

He was right.

I moved up so he was sitting back on the chair and I slowly got on my knees.

"No babe," he shook his head even though his face looked like he was down to take my offer.

He helped me sit back on the couch. "Why?"

He stayed silent but his eyes were still on me.

He tucked the lose strands of hair in my face behind my ear then dropped his hand.

"If you're not going to say anything then I might as well get on with this." I didn't wait for a response as I began to undo his belt then the zip of his pants.

I took out his length from his briefs and slowly began to stroke him. He breathed in harshly with his head back.

"Babe you don't need to do this if you don't want to." He finally said.

"I want to do this Drew," was my only reply as I leaned in and took his already hardened member into my mouth only stopping when it hit the back of my throat.

My head moved back and forth and the small sounds escaping his lips was proof that he was definitely enjoying this. My hands moved with my mouth, getting faster with every second.

"Fuck," he pushed my hair away from my face, fisting my hair in his hand as he guided me.

Without warning he roughly pulled my face away and he was on his feet in a flash, leaving me seated on the couch.

"Get up," he instructed and I obeyed. "Bend over the desk."

I looked at the desk then back at him and once again I obeyed. With my chest pressed to the desk I heard him moving behind me but I couldn't see him.

I felt a sharp sting on my ass and I gasped in surprise. I definitely wasn't expecting that.

He pulled my lingerie down and I instinctively stepped out of them.

His length was at my entrance, teasing me.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?" He taunted.

"Please fuck me." I definitely sounded like a whore but I didn't care. I needed him and now.

"Then as you wish."

He thrusted into me then back out. He went at it again and again, not stopping for a second or slowing down his pace.

I held unto the desk, my knuckles almost turning white as he fucked me, hard.

He spanked my ass again then roughly but also gently pressed my head back down to the desk. He was rough and I liked it.

"You like this? Huh?" He asked then spanked my ass again.

"Yes," I cried. "Fuck yes." My hands were moving on their own as I tried to push myself up but his hand on my head kept me down.

"Who do you belong to?" One hand stayed on my hips and the other that was on my head slowly trailed down to my hips too.

"You," I responded with a gasp as he hit my spot again.

"Louder." He spanked my ass again.

"You!"

"Come," he instructed and once again I obeyed the same time I felt him pull out and release his seed on my ass.

He was the puppet master and I was the puppet and I was ready to dance to his tune.