Page 32 of Breaking All The Rules

She slowly spread her legs open, bracing her feet to the side in a position that lifted her skirt enough to give me a view of the thin black thong that was covering her.

Me: That’s a fucking sexy view, but it would be even better without the panties.

I knew the moment that the chat was received in her office by the expression on her face. She lifted her finger to her lip and bit it before standing up and walking over to the side of her office that was out of view. A few seconds later, she came backand sat down before opening the drawer beside her. She glanced at me briefly before closing it and returning her attention to her computer.

There were no dots bouncing, indicating that she was typing a response and I felt myself starting to worry that I had crossed the line.

Suddenly, she slowly turned her chair, facing me again. She looked up and locked eyes with me as she uncrossed her legs and spread them, showing me her beautiful, perfectly waxed pussy. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to storm over and close her door before fucking her on her desk.

She leaned back in her chair, legs still spread, as she slid the keyboard in front of her. Her eyes stayed glued to me for a few seconds before she looked away and typed something.

Eva: Happy?

Was I happy? Fuck yeah, I was happy. And horny. And a bunch of other things that you could probably use to describe the seven dwarves of erotica. But I wanted more.

Me: Happy. Horny. My balls are bluer than the sky.

Me: I would rather be in front of you, on my knees, tasting you.

Eva: I wouldn’t complain about that, but I think we need to discuss proper nutrition if you think this is lunch.

Me: I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Eva: Promises, promises.

Me: Trust me, baby, I can deliver.

I felt the pressure as my dick strained against my trousers, desperate for a release.

Eva: Is that so?

Me: I don’t recall you having any complaints from the three times I’ve fucked you already.

Eva: True, but you’ve yet to go down on me. Just saying there could be room for disappointment...

Me: Do you remember how good my tongue felt as it ran across your neck when I fucked you from behind in the closet at the club?

Eva: Yes. I remember it frequently...

Me: Imagine that I’m running my tongue along your slit, slowly licking every inch of your pussy.

Eva: Imagination isn’t the same...

Me: Okay. Fair enough.

Me: Let’s do a quick little test, shall we?

Eva: What is it?

Me: I bet that I can make you come without even touching you.

Eva: I seriously doubt it.

Me: Deal or no deal, Eva.

Eva: Fine... Deal.

I rubbed my hands together as the excitement pooled through me.

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