A Conniving Professional Relationship [MF] [creampie]

In any other environment she appeared professional. She usually wears her glasses with a stack of books around the side her waist. She usually wears that dark grey dress, that makes her permanently look like she’s at work. Her hear is worn uptight and neat in a bun. The kind of girl that was telling the truth when she said no to people when they asked her if she had ever smoked weed or if she had ever lied.
But here she was a freak, an entirely different person. She slipped her clothes off like she couldn’t stand having them on.

She hopped on her boss like a tiger pounces on its prey. He was none the wiser, even she fooled him up until she gave him the “eyes and open mouth look”. It was then he knew it was time to please her because she was hungry and with each passing minute, she would become starving. He pushed into her and she pushed back even harder enveloping him deeper inside of her.

“Fuck! Baby what’s-what’s my favorite song. Oh!” she said her eyes filled with fire and spread her legs higher into the air to allow to get deeper. Fuck is what he thought when she said those words, he was having fun for sure, but she was becoming too intense for him. Nevertheless, he answered her question. He pulled himself out of her to respond.

“Toucha, Toucha, Touch me.” He said, sliding himself back inside of her.
“Wrong” she said, as she cocked back her hand wound it up and slapped him.
He had no words for that response he sat back and looked at her with disbelief while rubbing his face. Before he could react to that she laid him down and slapped him again. He got harder but his dick went numb as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of him.

Time appeared to slow down and he could see the light in the room reflect off of her sweating body, with water droplets trickling down catching beams of light on their way down to him. His hands clenched her ass so hard the color disappeared and was replaced with bright red. His face ran red as well and she could tell what he was about do.

She slid her feet down underneath him as he came. He was silent about it, but she wished that he had screamed out her name. She was proud of the aftermath despite this. He was not, he was now reduced to a nauseous puddle. He did want to cum in her, and she had made it impossible to pull out in time.

She looked at him in the eyes and could feel the result of their love making trickling out of her. It dripped onto him, but it was cold and uncomfortable, to her it was success.
“Why did you make me cum in you?” he said with a rising anger in his voice.
“You’re a strong man, you could’ve pulled out if you wanted to” she said unsheathing him out of her.
“I thought you said that ‘pullout’ game was strong?” she said.
“I was fucking joking you took it to heart?” he said, rolling his eyes and getting up to change.
“The fuck am I supposed to fucking do if you get- “
“Relax boy, I’m not fertile sadly” she said.
“What? Why didn’t you just tell me before?” he said, feeling better about the possibility of being a married man having a bastard child was reduced to zero this time around.
“It would’ve ruined the surprise silly.”
He was relieved but he couldn’t get rid of the dizziness that had overtaken him.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i2nl6q/a_conniving_professional_relationship_mf_creampie