23.4
"I'm sure," she says, her voice tight. "You sound distracted." Her voice gets lower as she turns to talk to bark an order at someone in the room with her.
"Nope, not... distracted... at... all," I say, my voice coming out much more breathy than I intend as Adriano fucks me slowly from behind.
"Have you looked at the files I gave you? You can choose any of the men in there as a potential interest,” she says.
Adriano stops moving, instead gripping the flesh of my ass cheek hard at the words "potential interest". I look at him over my shoulder, glaring at him and mouthing the words, "She's crazy."
"I told you that I'm not "
"Don't give me your excuses, Georgina," she snaps. "You need to get on board. Your father's agreed to a family interest piece and your new boyfriend is going to be there with you. Pick one."
Adriano thrusts inside me harder now, deeper. I feel his thumb against my asshole, his touch insistent. Angry, even.
Heaven help me, it makes me hotter. His touch makes my skin erupt in goose bumps, sends arousal coursing through me all the way down to my toes, and I can barely keep myself from crying out.
"I'll talk to you about... I can't just be picking... someone," I say, trying to keep my voice smooth as Adriano thrusts inside me with each word. I'm losing my mind now, losing my train of thought, and definitely losing my ability to put up with my mother's insistence on finding me a man. "I... oh, God."
"What on Earth else could you have going on that would prevent you from going out on a simple date with an eligible man?" she asks.
Adriano fucks me harder now, his finger pressing into my asshole up to his knuckle, his dick bringing me higher and higher. My hand slips now, and a letter organizer goes tumbling to the floor with a crash as I try to right myself, sending papers scattering all over the office.
"What is that sound?" my mother asks.
"Nothing... ugh," I moan, then bite on my lip as I right myself on the desk. Oh God, I'm so close. My pussy is tightening more and more around him, swelling as his thrusts get more frequent and more urgent. I know he's about to come and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
"Are you coming down with something?" my mother asks. "We have a family interview scheduled after July fourth, so if you need to see Dr. Greene, make sure you see him."
"I think I am... oh God, I think I am... coming..." I blurt out the words as my orgasm overtakes me like a freight train. I grip the sides of the desk, biting my tongue – literally - as I climax right here in the office with my assistant just outside, and my mother, the First Lady of the United States, on speakerphone. I gulp big breaths of air, gasping as I try to maintain control even through the haze of my orgasm, trying to finish the sentence so it's not completely nonsensical. "I am coming… down with something."
Adriano pulls out, spinning me around and shoving me hard up against the desk, the edge of the top pushing against my ass cheeks. He yanks off the condom, dropping it on the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he strokes himself furiously.
"You'll need a boyfriend for the interview," my mother says. "They're already vetted. They're all appropriate."
"Appropriate," whispers Adriano. "Fuck appropriate."
"What was that?" my mother asks. "Did you say something?"
"I said I don't know about that," I say, pausing as Adriano narrows his eyes, his expression dark. Then he comes. I lean against the desk with my legs spread for him, my panties stuck around my thighs as Adriano Jackson comes on my pussy. I watch in fascination as my mother keeps talking, the First Lady of the United States providing the shrill, judgmental background noise for Adriano defacing me with his cum. It drips from his cock as he rubs the head of his cock over my clit, sliding to the entrance of my pussy, cum still dripping from the tip.
"Then I'll choose," my mother snaps.
"I'm not discussing this now," I say, cutting her off.
"Don't think this is the last conversation we're going to have about this, Georgina Carter.”
I cough loudly. "Oh, God, my throat is just so sore. I'm going to have to go, now." I pause for a second, about to rebel again. "Mom."
"Georgina, I've told you a thousand times not to call me that. What on earth has gotten into you- ”
I fake a sneeze and hang up the phone.
Holy shit. I just hung up the phone on my mother. The First Lady.
I've never done something so irresponsible.
My hand goes to my mouth. "I can't believe I did that.”
"Fuck me while your mother was talking to you?" Adriano grins broadly.
"That too," I say, gasping. Oh God, I did. I fucked him while talking to my mother. What the hell is wrong with me? "Hang up on her."
"You really are the most straight-laced little thing," Adriano says, grinning as he pulls my panties onto my pussy, still covered in his and Nathaniel's cum.
"Shut up." That's the wittiest I can be after all of that.
"So about those files… " Adriano says, his expression intense.
I roll my eyes. "She's trying to set me up."
"You'll need to tell them no," Adriano growls, drawing me tight against him. He's warm and when he wraps his arms around me, I feel safe and insulated from everything outside of us.
"Why?" I ask. "Are you jealous, Adriano Jackson?"
"You're damn right I am," he growls. "And so will Nathaniel will be too if he finds out. We said you were ours and we meant it." He pulls away from me, reaching for my skirt and straightening it. "And think about that when you're wearing those cum-soaked panties today. I want you to walk around smelling like sex. Smelling like us."
"That's… disgusting," I whisper. It is disgusting. So why does the thought of walking around with them between my legs the rest of the day, sitting in meetings reeking of sex and them, make me wet?
