Page 48 of His Temptation
“Wait …” I gasp before I come too quickly.
He stops and looks up at me curiously.
“I don’t want this to end too soon. Can you slow down so I can watch your tongue on me?”
When I see a shift in his demeanor, I start to worry I just asked for something weird.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says, then grabs me under my knees and scoots me further down the seat and lifts my legs up so I’m completely wide open and exposed to him.
The tip of his tongue touches my clit but rests there for a beat without moving while he looks up at me with such fire. When he starts licking again, his tongue barely comes in contact with me. It’s just enough, but not enough. My jaw falls slack as I watch.
I think I might need to start watching porn. Then he moves his tongue down to my entrance and slowly moves up to my clit. He makes small circles around my clit until my breaths are so hard to come by that I end up grabbing his hair and shoving his face into my pussy.
He chuckles like I didn’t just objectify him, but I’m too desperate for release to give a shit. He takes mercy on me and sucks my clit as hard as he can, which has me exploding immediately.
“Fuck!” I cry as I clutch his hair with both hands.
After I ride the waves out on his tongue, I let go of him, and he sits up with a big grin on his face.
My heart flutters in my chest at his adorable grin and disheveled hair.
Shit, this is getting complicated.
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LINCOLN
It’s like an itch that can’t seem to be scratched. I want more of her. She came into my office ten minutes ago for something, and I don’t remember a damn word she said because I was too busy staring at her lips. Those lips that feel soft against mine, that look incredible when wrapped around my cock.
Dammit. This is insane.
I don’t even care anymore. I need more.
I pull out my phone and text her.
Me: I have a proposal for you.
I watch through the glass as she reads the text, then looks up at me. I don’t keep a straight face, not giving anything away. My knee is bouncing like crazy below my desk, like I’m a druggie who needs his next fix.
Kylie: Anything for you, sir. Would you like me to bring you your animal-poop coffee?
I smile down at my phone when I read her message, then look up to see her smile. I shake my head and let my fingers move quickly across the keyboard on my phone.
Me: My request is a little less professional than that. Though calling me sir is heading in the right direction.
Kylie: Oh, less professional. Now I’m intrigued.
Me: How about you come over to my place tonight?
She looks up at me with her big, beautiful eyes opened wide.
Kylie: And what exactly would we be doing at your place? Just so I can prepare.
Me: Well, if you need to prepare for my mouth to lick that sweet pussy of yours, by all means.
Kylie: How very unprofessional of you, SIR. I could come over for a bit, but I’ll need to leave early to have dinner with Benny.
Me: I guess we’re leaving work at 5 today.
