Chapter 92 After the Meeting Ends
POV Damian:
A few weeks later…
We are in the middle of a meeting when the conference room door is opened by Scarlett. I shoot her a look, sending every possible threat of retaliation her way. She knows how important this meeting is to us; we asked her to wait one hour. One fucking hour. But no, everything has to be her way, exactly how she wants it, end of story.
“Our proposal is to achieve the best outcome for both parties,” Madison’s voice comes through the speakers, making Scarlett roll her eyes as she locks the door.
Scarlett walks slowly to the whiteboard, grabs a black marker. I glance at my brothers, and they try, like me, not to pay attention to the unhinged woman who is our girlfriend—but I know it’s hard. Scarlett makes a point of drawing our attention. Madison keeps talking, but I’m focused on what Scarlett is writing on the board. As soon as she steps aside, we can read it. I take a deeper breath at her obvious intention to drive us insane, and I notice my brothers shifting in their seats, just as affected as I am.
While you keep going with this boring meeting, I’ll be under the table
sucking you like there’s no tomorrow.
PS: Damian, don’t even think about denying me this.
“Are we in agreement so far?” Madison says something, but my eyes are locked on Scarlett as she slowly removes her blouse, presenting us with her swollen breasts on full display.
Is she walking around the company without a bra? Again? What the fuck.
“Damian?”
“Yes, we are,” I clear my throat, trying not to be affected by the witch in front of us as she removes her skirt.
“Son of a bitch,” Liam whispers.
“I want you to analyze the graphs I’m about to show. Notice the subtle change we’re starting to generate in the percentages,” Madison continues talking, but I’m not paying attention to anything anymore—only to Scarlett and her talent for always making me hard in the same proportion that she pisses me off.
Scarlett parades around the room wearing nothing but panties and high heels. I watch everything, hypnotized, pretending to focus on the graphs on the screen. She mouths a question, asking if we’re hard. I shake my head no. I want this lunatic to put her clothes back on and get out of this room as soon as possible. My brothers also deny it, and she laughs, taking our refusal as a challenge. That’s so typical of her.
“As you can see, it’s rising,” Madison says, and she has no idea how right she is. “Well-done teamwork can make it rise exactly the way we want.”
Madison is talking about percentages, but Scarlett is silently laughing, nodding in agreement.
Cheeky!
Scarlett climbs onto the table, positioning herself behind the screen where we’re connected to Madison. She spreads her legs, showing us how wet her panties are. I loosen my tie, feeling the room grow hot. Her fingers toy with the fabric, sliding up and down its length, while she keeps the dirtiest expression imaginable on her face. My vision starts to blur; all my excitement is concentrated in my cock.
“It’s perfect,” Noah says, his voice rough.
“That’s exactly what I think too, Noah,” Madison agrees, which makes Scarlett scowl.
Scarlett pulls her panties aside, gifting us the view of her glistening, aroused pussy. My mouth waters, wanting to taste her. Right now, I hate her for being so cruel. Her fingers play between her wet folds. I clench my fists, wanting to send this meeting straight to hell and fuck her on top of the table to teach her not to toy with us.
“Excuse me, I’m thirsty. I’m going to get some air and I’ll be right back,” Liam says, standing up without waiting for Madison’s response.
“Shall we continue, or wait for your brother to return?” Madison asks, but my attention is on Liam. He approaches Scarlett, pulls her to the edge of the table, spreads her legs wide, and buries his face between them.
“We can continue without him,” Ethan says, clearing his throat.
“Alright then, let’s continue,” Madison resumes showing the graphs, and I take the opportunity to mute our microphone. I rest my elbow on the table, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Scarlett, you’re so fucked when this meeting is over.” My brothers look at me, except Liam, who continues feasting on our woman. “It’s on mute,” I explain. “Liam, don’t let her come.”
I beg, and the indignant sound that comes from Scarlett makes me laugh.
She thought she was going to get orgasms after barging into our meeting with her cheekiness? Not a fucking chance.
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POV Liam:
Fuck, if there’s a better taste than Scarlett’s, I don’t know it. I keep eating her out, not caring about anything else. All I need is to make this woman reach orgasm with my mouth, and then bury myself inside her warm interior, taking her to paradise with my cock. I keep sucking her clit, making the moans she was holding back grow louder and louder.
Ethan is soon at my side. My brother grabs Scarlett’s breasts, alternating between sucking each one. I smile, loving the sight of our woman writhing under our mouths; her orgasm isn’t far. I slide two fingers into her drenched pussy, wanting to intensify the sensation of her release. I add one finger to her ass, my fingers working together with my tongue. Scarlett no longer moans—what Ethan and I draw from her now are screams that intensify as her orgasm approaches.
“Fuck,” Noah moans from his spot.
“I said not to let her come, goddamn it,” Damian protests.
I ignore everything. My focus is on making my woman come in my mouth. My fingers move faster; wet sounds fill the room. My hand is completely soaked—Scarlett has never been this wet before. I want to make her come. I keep my rhythm steady; I won’t stop until she explodes in my mouth and in my hand.
“Li… Liam…”
My name leaves her mouth in pure desperation. I keep torturing her with my fingers and tongue. Ethan keeps his strong sucking. Together, we make Scarlett explode. My face is completely soaked. She squirts. My face and my suit are wet. An arrogant smile spreads across my face as I pull away from between Scarlett’s legs and look at her lying on the table, panting, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face. Ethan is gripping his erection, as are Noah and Damian, both standing near us. Is the meeting over?
“Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Noah says, pulling his cock out.
My cock throbs at the sight of Scarlett’s open pussy in front of me. I unzip my dress pants, freeing my cock. Scarlett props herself up on her elbows and looks at us, licking her lips. I step closer, grab her open legs, and without waiting, guide my cock to the entrance of her pussy.
“Liam,” she moans as I penetrate her.