Irina Blackwell, Ch. 9 - Succumbing/Freefall
Chapter 9: Succumbing/Freefall Maddie blushes as I semi-stumble back into our office, my own cheeks doubtless far redder given the flush heat that still courses through them. I clumsily brush my cock twice, first on the doorframe and then on the side of my desk, in both instances drawing unwanted attention to the fact that I am stupendously and unreasonably hard right now. Irina’s load is omnipresent in my nose, impossible to fully escape. Every breath brings with it a tang of her potency, a reminder of what I just did. And given the way that Mads stealthily – though clearly not stealthily enough – wets her lips, the overwhelming stink of our boss’s virility is obvious to more than just myself. ‘Did it go well?’ she says, watching me side-on. Fingers on keys, mostly front-facing, but she can’t stop appreciating the subtle giveaways on my face. The signs that yes, it went very well. I usually have this way with Mads, this means to speak to her as though she’s my lesser, but recen...