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I paced the hall outside his office, listening to the steady, calm tone of his voice as he presented the client with a solution to whatever techy problem they were having. Not understanding anything he was saying was such a turn on. Hearing him speak his geeky language had my thighs rubbing together. The soft brush of nylon between them only made me wetter. There was no way I could wait any longer. Carefully, or more accurately, quietly, I pushed on the cracked door to his home office.
He was so in the zone of problem-solving that he either didn’t hear me or didn’t bother to look over at the distractions. My heels were silent on his lush carpet. The only sign of his acknowledging my presence was his soft inhale as my hand rubbed from his right shoulder down to his left pec. I pressed myself to his back and let my lips brush over the skin of his neck. I smiled when I saw the slight rise of gooseflesh in the wake of my mouth.
Work Distractions
I feel his spine relax into my tits. He’s always so stiff as he works, so in control and on task. A few distractions are good for him. My teeth nibble gently at his earlobe as my hand drops from his chest to the zipper on his pants. I’m impressed as his fingers still fly over the keyboard, and he answers questions promptly as they come through his headset.
With his zipper pulled down and granting me access, I reach in. A moan slips from my lips at the heat surrounding me. He’s always so warm. I allow the tips of my nails to graze along his shaft, which is quickly hardening for me. My lips explore his neck while my fingers work him up, finding the sweet spots to make him twitch under my fingers. I moan again when his head tips to the side, letting me suckle at his skin better. Wickedly, I know the pressure of my mouth will leave a slight bruising of the skin. A mark that this man belongs to me.
Owning him like this floods my panties, and I grip him with my sudden need. Stroking his cock inside his pants until he abruptly ends the call and spins the chair to face me. The shock of his movements makes me jump back a step and his hands. My body trembles in anticipation at the lust in his eyes. I lift my chin as he growls and grabs me by my waist, yanking me flush against his body with his hard cock stabbing at my stocking-covered thighs. His kiss is bruising and delicious.
Now, I’ll melt into his arms as he shows me who truly owns who.
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