Hey Mergers,

In case you missed it, here's a little excerpt from Following His Orders to help get you hot and steamy for Nathan Miller. All you have to do is be a good girl and following his orders...

“Where would you like me to sit, Mr Miller?”

“Around here.” I scoot backwards in my chair, creating a space between myself and my desk.

When she walks around and leans on the edge in front of me, I reach my hands up her skirt. “You’re not going to need these,” I tell her, pulling her panties down her legs. I lift her right ankle so she can step out of them once they hit the floor. I slide the material of her skirt higher, so it bunches around her waist, before picking her up and sitting her on my desk.

“I thought you wanted to do work things?” she says.

“I do. We’re having lunch together. Are you hungry, Bentley?” I ask her, spreading her legs. I place one foot on each of the armrests of my chair. Her glistening bare pussy is right at eye level, and my mouth salivates at the sight. Inhaling, I can smell her aroma. I want her taste on my tongue. But I’m going to make her squirm first.

“I’m not hungry,” she says.

“I made you lunch.” I pick up the wrapped sandwiches I packed this morning. I don’t usually bring something in, but I wanted to eat with her today, and I didn’t want to waste time by going anywhere. “Chicken and avo,” I tell her, handing her the sandwich.

“You made me lunch?” she questions.

“I did. Eat.” I take a bite out of my lunch, all the while staring at the dessert that’s waiting for me. “Bentley, eat. The sooner you finish your food, the sooner I get to enjoy my dessert,” I tell her. She promptly does as she’s told. By the time we’re both finished our sandwiches, she’s squirming on my desk. Her inner thighs glisten with her wetness. “I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time for dessert.” I lean in and slowly drag my tongue up the middle of her wet folds.

“I agree,” she moans, leaning back while using her forearms to prop her up on the desk.

“Get comfy, baby girl. I’m gonna be down here for a while,” I tell her before diving back in.

I lap, suck, nibble, and repeat. She’s drenched. No matter how much I lick up, she’s producing more for me. I push my tongue into her cunt, curling it up and circling it around. My fingers dig into her inner thighs, pulling them as far apart as they’ll go. “I fucking love eating you out,” I say, moving my mouth and attention back to her clit. Flattening my tongue out, I press it onto the little hard bud. Over and over.

“Oh fuck, Nathan!” Bentley moans, before sitting up straighter and gripping my hair with her fingers. She tugs at the ends, pulling me away from her before changing her mind and pushing me harder into her mound.

I insert two fingers into her pussy and circle them around. She grips onto them like they’re a lifeline. Her inner walls convulse around my fingers and her body spasms. I look up to see her mouth open in a beautiful O-shape. I’m sure she’d love to be screaming right now, but she’s holding it in. As much as I want to hear those screams, I think it’s better for both of us that she remains quiet. Her thighs squeeze the sides of my head as the orgasm passes through her. When her legs flop down and her body relaxes, I stand from the chair. Taking her face in my hands, I slam my lips down onto hers.

When I pull away from her, I smirk. “Now that is the kind of lunch break you can only get working here. Still wanna quit?” I ask her.

“My will to quit is wavering,” she huffs out, trying to catch her breath. I pick her up and tug her skirt back over her legs. Walking over to the bar fridge, I pull out two bottles of water and hand her one. “Water? That’s what I get for dessert?” she pouts.

“What were you expecting?” I ask her, taking a gulp from my own bottle.

“Cake, cookies, cock. Any of the three Cs would suffice,” she says, causing me to spit out a mouthful of water.

“The three Cs?”

“Three things I can’t live without, all starting with C.”

“Do you have one of these lists for every letter of the alphabet?”

“I do. Doesn’t everyone?” she counters.

“No, Bentley. Not everyone is insane.” I laugh. “So what’s on your list for the letter N?” I ask, curious as to what she has to say.

“That’s easy. Netflix, Nutella, and Nathan.” She smiles.

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Kylie