Page 109 of Doubts & Fears

She drew my name out, making it sound longer than it was, and I threw my head back and laughed. “Not funny. Don’t you want to make me come?”

“I don’t know. You were very stubborn today. You pushed this pretty little body too hard on the treadmill. Not only that, but you told one of my employees to fuck off, and then you yelled at me.”

I put my hand under her chin and made her meet my gaze. “I had to put you in the shower and didn’t get to enjoy it the way I wanted to. Then you fell asleep on me. I’m not sure this needy little pussy should get to come tonight.”

“I’m sorry I misbehaved. I know I promised I wouldn’t do that. You’re right.”

She leaned her head against me, and I barely stifled a groan as her movement rubbed her breasts against my chest. So fucking perfect. The soft curve of her hips filled my palms as I gently guided her against me, and she gasped once more.

“We have one more minute. Let’s see if we can get you close again. Would you like that?”

She started moving wildly against me. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she whimpered, “Yes, Sir, very much.”

I let her continue her fast pace. She was working hard to not only get close but to push herself over the edge. A low moan in her throat sounded, and I leaned down to swallow it whole. I swept inside her mouth, using my tongue to part her swollen lips. Her taste was so sweet, addicting.

She was like a decadent dessert. What would her pussy taste like? I pulled on her long braid and pushed her tighter against me. Fuck, the heat was everything.

“You’re needier than I thought you were,” I groaned. “Look at you, riding me.”

She threw her head back and moaned, increasing her pace. “Oh god. Please, don’t move.”

“Slow down,” I ordered.

She shook her head and pushed her hands against my shoulders, grinding harder against me, almost making me lose it. She was expertly riding my cock. Picking her up off my lap, I effectively cut off her connection. I stood her up; she wobbled a little, whimpering.

I pulled her dance shorts down under her belly button and kissed both of her hipbones, teasing her. She shuddered when my lips touched her skin. Her arousal was so thick, I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuckher hard.

“I promise, one touch, flesh on flesh, and I won’t ask again. I’ll die. You’re killing me.”

I chuckled, so damn dramatic. “You won’t die, and you’ll want to be really careful when you say you won’t ask me again. That statement was a bit open-ended. It could be interpreted as you won’teverask me again, or you won’t ask me again tonight.”

“I can’t think about anything but coming. It hurts. I’m right there. If you blew on my clit, it would send me crashing. That’s how close I am,” she whispered. Her honesty was so fucking erotic.

Right then, Marcus knocked on the door, and she groaned in frustration. He poked his head in and raised his eyebrow as he saw her standing in front of me.

“Marcus, can you give us a minute?”

The look of relief on her face, followed by the ear-to-ear grin she gave me, made me lose it. I laughed loudly.

“I’ll be by the car. Take your time.” He closed the door.

“Thank you,” she said, moving closer.

“Not so fast. I already told you that your sweet pussy isn’t going to come tonight, and I think you need to learn that I mean what I say.”

“But you told Marcus…not fair. Why are you teasing me?”

“I’m not. I’m giving you a minute to get yourself under control. Because you do not have permission to come—”

“Ever?” she blurted, her face paling.

“Don’t be dramatic. Did I say ever? I was going to add tonight before you so rudely interrupted.”

“Oh god, thank you.” Her eyes watered as she launched herself into my arms.

“Shh. I promise I’d never be that cruel to you.”

“You promised that time, right?” She shook, and not from being aroused. Her previous fire was completely doused; the switch was frightening.

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