117.
David’s POV.
Mr. Cook’s legs thump on the floor as he approaches me and I widen my eyes in surprise and confusion.
Oh fuck, two more steps closer and he’ll see Vera’s head. Not just that but also our intimate position, because Vera’s literally holding my cock in her hands, staring wide-eyed at me.
“Mr. Cook,” I call abruptly and he pauses, staring at me in honest curiosity. “I’m sorry. Could you sit on the third seat? I reserved these two, my assistant and secretary. I’m expecting them to join the meeting.”
This has never happened before. In fact, my secretary hadn’t been to our board meeting before, except Charlie but that’s when he wants to write down the discussion and minutes or has a presentation to make.
“Hmm, are you sure, Mr. Truman?”
The question comes from Mr. Herbert. The ever-curious one.
I don a serious look on my face, affirming my words with a nod.
Thankfully, they all agree and take respective seats away from me.
My thudding heart zens and I steal a look at Vera.
Hell, she has a mischievous grin on her face.
“You’re a naughty.” She mouths, bringing me to a peal of laughter but I try my best to smother it.
“So, Mr. Truman.” Begins Herbert with a perch of hands on the oblong desk. “Do you have any plans for us board members in that shell company?”
What? I howl internally at his words.
This isn’t what I expected in this meeting. Is this why they bothered me with calls?
I mentally shake my head at them.
Getting the shell company is for me alone not the whole Truman empire.
I steel my face as I lean on the table, asking. “Do you perhaps think you should have a share?”
I see them twirling around on their seats, whisking glances at each other. I’m guessing they’re looking for the right person to speak.
Someone clears his throat, jutting out his head to look at me.
“Mr. Truman. We literally think it’s right.” Mr. Hudson states, looking into my eyes.
I manage a small chuckle. Before I can speak any further, I feel my dick in a pool of warmth that is Vera’s mouth.
The instant she shoves me to the hilt of her warm mouth, my breath catches.
“Hmm…” A hum escapes me involuntarily. Everyone around the table sends a curious look at me, their eyes searching.
“I’m sorry, everyone,” I say, my voice croaky.
Fuck, Vera’s messing with my mind.
I feel her whirl her tongue from my base to my tip, before enclosing her mouth over me again.
Fuck!
“I…um…” I blubber, losing my shits.
Perching my hands on the desk, I feign a hiccup, then. “I was actually eating before you came in. That’s why I’m having a break in my speech.”
Lies! The voice in my head whisper-mocks me, enjoying this awkward situation.
“Oh, sorry about that, Mr. Truman.” Mr. Cook says, managing a smile.
I nod appreciatively even as Vera embarks on a sucking spree, lashing her tongue relentlessly.
Oh, Jesus.
My breathing rag, my eyes dimming as I look at my board members.
Get your shits back! I roar to myself but I can’t fucking bring myself to tell Vera off because I love every naughty shit she’s doing to me.
Best yet, I love how taboo what we’re doing is.
“Back to what we were discussing…” I start with a small smile. “You all think the profits made in the shell should be allotted to you?”
They eagerly nod their heads.
I scoff at them. The shell company in question is yet to get into my grip.
“I disagree with that.” My words come out harsh and firm. “The shell company will not be gotten under the company’s account but rather on my mine.”
Their surprised looks pin me in place as if wanting to stimulate my emotions. I cruise through the cluttered pile of documents and bring out the documents Mr. Oliver had given me in advance.
Flapping them in front of him, I show them evidence that I don’t intend to acquire the company under the Truman empire.
“This is personal, everyone. I intend to work on the company individually.”
Mr. Oliver owns it personally and that’s what I intend to do too.
At the flash of understanding on their faces, I rest my hands back on the desk.
Well, before I can relax, I feel the sharp stab of pleasure shooting from my penis up to my belly.
“Fuck…” I curse under my breath.
Ever so slightly, I cock my hips, pleasure swimming through me, and I rock my hips against her mouth.
Vera’s moans vibrate over me, muffled.
“Alright, Mr. Truman…” Mr. Herbert rises to his feet, launching into a tirade of speech that I tune out of.
Reclining on the chair, I peek at Vera and see the concentrated look on her face as she sucks me, her eyes glinting with unspoken words of love.
My girl, I think to myself, sliding my hand under to table to flick her hair.
I love her so much. Her willingness to go through this despite knowing we might be caught shows just how much she feels for me too.
“Hmm…” I gush deep groans from the back of my throat. My eyes wriggling incessantly through her face.
Every other thing the board members are broaching about in the room is lost on me. I’m just focused on the angel nestled between my legs, licking me within an inch of life.
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The cacophony of noise erupting from the board members slows to a dull whisper. We draw conclusions on my owning the shell company like I’ve wanted and a few other problems regarding the sale of Truman cars.
Once that piece of the puzzle gets settled. The board members make their way out of the conference room, secluding Vera and me in this gigantic room, favored with the city vista.
Hearing the soft click of the door, signifying the members exit from the room, Vera sneaks out, looking tired and out of breath.
As our eyes clash like a freight train, I tug her close to my chest, battering her velvety lips with gentle whips of mine.
Our moans echo in each other’s chest, but we don’t relent, only basking in the warmth of each other’s lips and bodies.
Midway into positioning Vera so she can straddle me, she pulls back quickly, her eyes wide.
“Baby, what is it?” I ask but she shakes her head, dismissively.
“I guess I’m having indigestion.” She offers, straddling my hips.
“You rushed your food earlier?” I ask. My scanning eyes notice just how strangely beautiful Vera’s becoming.
Is something wrong or is it just my eyes? I think to myself, scrubbing my hand through her hair.
“Yeah, kinda. Don’t worry, it’ll stop.” She hums again.
“Alright.” I offer.
At my knowing look, Vera laughs. “They almost caught you.”
“Thanks to your teasing mouth on my dick.”
We both laugh then.
“I’d like to take a look around the company and leave you to work a bit, how about that?”
My hands find comfort resting on her asscheeks and I caress them gently, loving it.
“If you say so.” I concede.
I drag Vera close to my face again, taking a long sweet kiss from her lips. Then we part with panting breath.
“I’ll see you later.” She smirks, getting off my hold.
She isn’t gone yet but I’m already feeling a hole in my chest. “Promise me you won’t go far. Stick around.” I urge again and she sighs.
“Okay. Okay.” She says, her irritation clear in her words. “So protective.” She mutters, walking away.
Only if she knew why I’m being excessively protective.
As my eyes roam around her retreating figure, I notice how big her hips are becoming, and her waist too.
Fuck, Vera’s becoming big and more beautiful, I hum.
Why is that?
Or am I just being blinded by my love for her? I think still watching her voluptuous hips.
Something tugs at the back of my mind.
Is this weight she’s adding ordinary?
To be continued…