Episode 4
“It’s late, I’ll take you home, Miss Danes.” Greg Williams said curtly, his jacket removed and hanging loosely in his arm.
Greta’s heart fluttered. She composed herself. “No, thank you, sir. But I can’t burden you—”
“It’s no burden. I can’t bear it on my conscience if you get hurt on the road, I want to personally see to it that you get to your destination.” He was already walking out, leaving her to follow.
Greta took a deep breath in resignation and followed him out. She wondered which conscience he was talking about. The whole world knows that Gregor Williams doesn’t have a conscience.
Too bad her frozen heart don’t seem to think it’s a big deal.
But even if the heart is willing, what about the body?
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Greg insisted on following her into her two bedroom comfortable apartment. Her cat rushed out and scrambled onto her body in her usual form of greeting but quickly disappeared after one glance at the stranger.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Her voice came out breathless and Greta didn’t know why.
Maybe because it’s the fact that the man she loves is standing in her sitting room, or the fact that she’s nervous about his presence?
He shook his head once and instead, he took slow measured steps closer to her. “I don’t want a drink, Miss Dane.”
He came within her personal space and ran a hand on her smooth cheek. “I want to kiss you, Miss Dane.”
He didn’t give her a chance to be surprised about the unexpected declaration, instead, he was ravaging her mouth, kissing her senselessly. Not soft or gently, but hard and demanding, just like him.
Greta’s brain shut down like a computer at the kiss and her kiss closed as she kisses him back.
Her kiss wasn’t the kiss of an experienced woman, Greg thought, but he enjoyed it to no measure. F–k, he knew it would be like this to be inside her mouth. Will she taste as sweet when he’s buried inside her?
Only one way to find out.
He kept kissing and caressing her, moving her to the couch at the same time until she landed on it. All the cold and frigidity that always surrounded her had disappeared leaving only warmth.
“F–k, I’ve always wanted to do this….” He groaned as he held her shirt and yanked hard. The sound of buttons popping out and falling everywhere filled the air.
Soon, she was naked from the waist up because he yanked her white bra down too.
“F–k, so beautiful.” He carried the breasts in his arms and played with them. Then, he took the n—-e into his mouth and suckled hard.
She gasped and writhed in his arms, so lost in desire, she forgot everything. For the next minutes that followed, Greg pleasured her upper body, leaving her in a state of shimmering desire.
He kept her in the height of desire as he rid her of her remaining clothes, leaving her blissfully happy in his arms, but when his arms trailed downwards….
A soft sound of pure distress left Greta’s mouth as she felt the familiar squeeze…the spasm that came as her inner muscles closed up to protect her from any invasion.
Greg had no idea what just happened and continued venturing south but Greta stopped him, her eyes so pained and filled with shame.
“What is it,Greta?” He asked, calling her by her first name only for the first time, his voice was not as harsh as his usual tone too.
“Nothing.” I was already pulling my panties on, “I-I can’t do this, Mr Will—-”
“Greg. Call me Greg, at least when we are alone.”
“A-Alright, Greg. I can’t do this….” Not to go into painful details, she was quick to supply, “I can help you though….”
She was already reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. She brought him out and held him up. He was warm and large in her hand, her chest jerked at the sheer size of him.
Her body rejects just a finger. The very size of him will be the death of her. She closed her eyes and took him into her mouth.
Greg groaned out his pleasure as she suckled him, bobbing her head up and down. Greg wanted to f–k her and for a moment, he had succeeded. He didn’t know the switch fhat turned in her head for her to change her mind, but he decided that this b—–b was great too.
He had always wanted to f–k her mouth. And so, he indulged one of his fantasies. He held her head and positioned her well to lean back on the couch. Then, he’d climbled the couch, fed her his c0ck as he leaned over her, holding the top of the couch for balance.
“F–k.” He grunted as he t—-t over and over onto her mouth, swimming in the very ocean of pleasure and then, he was groaning out loud as he came and she milked him dry with her sexy mouth.
Few minutes later, he was ready to return the favor and give her times-three of the pleasure she gave him but his cold secretary was back. She’d dressed up again, her back as straight as a ramrod, her face emotionless.
Greg let her have it. She should freeze him out today, but it’s f—–g ending today.
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