Teach Me How To Burn(A Spicy Erotica Collection)

Teach Me How To Cu*m

Chapter 4

Charlie pulled out of her slowly, his thick c**k glistening with her arousal. Mirabel whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body trembling from the relentless pleasure.

“Get up,” he ordered, taking the divorce papers from her hand. “We’re not done yet.”

He gripped her arm firmly and led her across the spacious office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering city skyline. Night had fully fallen, and the streets below were alive with moving lights...cars, pedestrians, and distant glowing billboards. The glass was cool against her heated skin as he pressed her front against it.

“Hands on the glass,” he commanded. “Keep your legs spread for me.”

Mirabel obeyed, placing her palms on the window, her heavy breasts and hard n*****s pressing against the cold surface. Anyone looking up from the right floor in the opposite building might see her naked except for stockings and heels, getting f****d by her boss.

Charlie stepped behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and thrust back into her soaked p***y in one deep stroke. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet office.

“Keep reading,” he growled into her ear, starting a slow, powerful rhythm. His hips slapped against her ass as he f****d her against the window.

Mirabel struggled to hold the papers up with one hand while bracing herself.

“‘Section 12… miscellaneous assets…’” she gasped, voice shaky as his thick c**k stretched her again and again. “‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’”

Charlie chuckled darkly, gripping her hips and driving deeper. “Pathetic. Keep going.”

“‘…and the… jewelry gifted during the… marriage, excluding… pieces valued over… fifty thousand...ahh, f**k yes!’”

He f****d her harder against the glass, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her n*****s. The city lights blurred in her vision as pleasure built inside her. Every thrust pushed her breasts more firmly against the window, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

After several minutes of deep, possessive strokes, Charlie pulled out again. He was far from finished.

He walked over to the large, luxurious leather couch in the corner of his office and lay back on it, his massive erection standing thick and proud.

“Come here, Mirabel. Ride me.”

She moved to him on unsteady legs. Straddling his hips, she lowered herself onto his c**k, taking him inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her. A long, needy moan escaped her lips.

Charlie handed her the papers, his hands settling on her hips.

“Now ride me slowly while you read the final settlement. The part where she gets what she actually f*****g deserves.”

Mirabel began to roll her hips, riding him with deep, sensual movements as she flipped to the last pages.

“‘Final agreement… The petitioner, Claire Richmond, receives the following…’” Her voice was breathy and broken as she rose and sank on his thick c**k. “‘…the 2021 Mercedes sedan… all clothing and personal effects currently in her possession… and… a one-time payment of one million dollars.’”

Charlie groaned in pleasure, thrusting up to meet her movements. “One f*****g million. After six years of spending my money like water. Pathetic.”

Mirabel continued, riding him a little faster, her breasts bouncing with every motion.

“‘…She retains no claim to the primary residence, the yacht, the private jet, the majority of investment accounts, or the Nantucket and Aspen properties. No ongoing alimony. No additional asset division beyond the listed scraps.’”

Charlie’s grip on her hips tightened, guiding her to ride him harder.

“Read that last part again,” he demanded, voice rough. “Slower.”

“‘No… ongoing alimony… No additional… asset division… beyond the listed… scraps...’”

He thrust up powerfully, making her cry out.

“That’s right,” he growled, watching her ride his c**k while reciting his ex-wife’s humiliation. “She gets scraps. A basic car and pocket change. While I’m buried deep in my secretary’s tight, dripping cunt.”

Mirabel’s head fell back in pleasure, still trying to read as he took control from below, f*****g her harder on the couch.

“Keep reading every word,” he ordered, eyes dark with possessive lust. “I want her failure in your mouth while you f**k yourself on me.”

Mirabel’s hips rolled steadily, riding Charlie’s thick c**k with deep, sensual movements. Her full breasts bounced with every rise and fall as she stayed fully seated on him, her soaked p***y gripping him tightly. The divorce papers trembled in her hands as she tried to focus on the words.

“‘Final distribution of… liquid assets…’” she breathed, voice hoarse and broken by pleasure. “‘The petitioner receives… one million dollars… and… the 2021 Mercedes… with no further claims…’”

Charlie groaned deeply, his hands gripping her ass firmly, guiding her movements. He thrust up into her from below, meeting every downward stroke with a powerful upward pump that made her gasp.

“f**k, just like that,” he growled, eyes locked on her face. “Keep riding me slow and deep while you read. Don’t stop.”

Mirabel whimpered but obeyed, continuing to grind and bounce on his c**k as she turned to the next page.

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Richmond Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’”

Her words faltered as Charlie suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession.

Mirabel’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm.

Charlie’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

“I can give you all that and more, Mirabel,” he said between deep thrusts, his voice low and intense. “As long as you keep being this good for me… this obedient… this f*****g wet and eager… I’ll make sure you lack nothing.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard upward thrust, making her cry out.

“I’ll take care of you completely,” he continued, eyes burning into hers. “Designer clothes, jewelry, a new car… whatever you want. An apartment in this building if you desire it. Trips. Money. Security.” His grip on her hips tightened. “All of it. You’ll never want for anything as long as this tight little p***y stays mine. As long as you keep spreading your legs and reading my ex-wife’s pathetic failures while you f**k me like the perfect little slut you are.”

Mirabel moaned loudly, her movements growing slightly faster as his promise sank in. She kept riding him, her walls clenching around his thick c**k.

“‘No… further financial claims… will be made by the petitioner…’” she read, her voice shaking. “‘This settlement… is considered… final and binding…’”

Charlie smiled darkly, one hand moving between them to rub her c**t in firm circles while she rode him.

“That’s right,” he murmured, thrusting up into her steadily. “She gets scraps. But you… you get everything. Keep being my good girl, Mirabel. Keep this body available for me whenever I want it. Keep moaning my name like that… and I’ll spoil you rotten.”

He pulled her down harder onto his c**k, holding her there for a moment so she could feel him throbbing deep inside her.

“Do you understand?” he asked, voice commanding even as he f****d her.

“Yes, Mr. Richmond,” she gasped, still holding the papers. “I understand… I’ll be good for you.”

Charlie’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. He began thrusting up into her again, harder and deeper, the wet sounds of their f*****g filling the office as she continued struggling through the final lines of the agreement.

Mirabel turned her turned towards the door of the office and almost screamed when she found Charlie's ex wife leaning on the doorframe, the key to his office door dangling from her fingers.