Executive Perks by Angela Claire Page A

He thrust a handful of the pearls up her pussy quickly and she arched in surprise.
    “Those are on loan,” she moaned, her eyes closed and head flung back.
    With one hand still anchored against her tied wrists, holding them up, he fed more of the pearls into her wetness, pushing the walls of her cunt out with the slick baubles. “I’ll lick them off before you return them,” he promised, taking her mouth for the first time. She kissed sweetly, tasting of the wine she’d drunk, and he wished they had more time. But the throbbing of his hot cock against her thigh, and the cold of the marble where he held her hands up, reminded him this was not the time or the place for extended foreplay.
    He pulled the pearls out slowly, almost one by one, as she writhed and then draped the strand around her neck again. Taking his cock in hand, he lightly kissed her collarbone, smiling. “Now I can smell your sweet pussy while I fuck it,” he observed, letting go of her tied hands only long enough to fumble in his inside jacket pocket for a condom. Fisting his cock, he suited up and aimed it toward her, one hand going back to those tied wrists, the other around his erection, appropriately protected now.
    Registering her heat, he fed his cock in easily, the pearls indeed having loosened her up, but she was still snug enough for him to groan as he buried himself to the hilt and began to move.
    “My friend told me you had a nice big cock,” she whispered. “I’m glad to see she wasn’t exaggerating for once.”
    He paused, raised his head and chuckled. “Gee, thanks.”
    Nothing like that kind of comment to spur a guy on. He went back to it, pushing her legs farther apart, so that she lifted one to give him wider access and rested her stiletto heel on the water tank of the toilet.
    “Oh yeah,” she breathed as he thrust in and out, her hips following his lead. “Fuck me with your nice big cock.”
    A little unimaginative, but he appreciated the sentiment anyway, not pausing this time.
    “I have a butt plug in,” she moaned, which he had to admit was more imaginative, although he assumed she wasn’t imagining it. Groping around to her taut cheeks, he felt the little knob between them, jiggling it a touch and engendering another moan from his date. Well, now that was a new one on him. Usually he was a little more clued-in if that kind of toy was involved in his screw. A woman didn’t usually—well, never had—just announce it like that, having taken care of the accessory all by herself.
    Still fucking, he wasn’t quite sure what she intended to have him do with this information. “So you do,” he breathed. “That is sort of kinky,” he added, in case she wanted his approval on that score and also because he really did think it was a little kinky.
    “I put it in before, just in case, because usually rich guys have such small cocks,” she murmured.
    Forget about tying her hands up. He wondered how she felt about a gag. In the absence of one, he went back to kissing her lips, sucking her tongue to keep it from wagging.
    Obviously, he wasn’t doing enough to keep her concentration on the main event. He thrust harder with his cock and dug the fingers of the hand that wasn’t on her wrists into her hair, giving a swift tug at the roots. She squealed, presumably in appreciation since the walls of her pussy tightened even further around him. With her other hole filled as well, undoubtedly she was doubly stimulated. Well, fine with him.
    They were almost there…
    He made the mistake of lifting his head, in preparation for feeling that sharp spark of pleasure run down his spine, his balls tingling.
    “I hear that Aaron Winston has a big thick cock too.”
    That stopped him dead. He looked down at her flushed face. “Do you mind?”
    Her eyes fluttered open, big and brown, with long expertly coated lashes. “What?”
    He took the momentary opportunity of her silence to pound his cock one last time into her pussy, so hard that