Page 9 of Degrees of Acceptance
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From:[email protected]
Stop provoking me or I will take you home, paddle your ass and then bring you back to meet my dad.
C. H. Prestian
Chief Executive Officer, Owner
Prestian Corporation
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From:[email protected]
Killjoy! I’ll try to behave... But I am seriously wet, here.
Kate
Kate Meilers
Project Consultant
Torzial Consulting Firm
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I feel him watching me and look up. I can’t help notice how his muscles flex beneath his suit jacket and how his pants hang over his lean hips and powerful thighs. “Did you have a good visit with your dad?” I ask, trying to focus.
“I had a great visit, but I was distracted by the thought of your wet panties,” he says, walking into the office and locking the door. I feel myself moisten, and my breathing begins to change.
“You know I tried to anticipate everything this space may be used for and designed it accordingly. I installed blinds since I anticipated the need to fuck you in this room, especially when you email me that you are soaking wet,” he says, pushing a button that I had not noticed. The blinds fall into place, effectively blocking out all visibility to the room. I am sure he can hear me breathing… God, he is hot. “You designed the blinds with this in mind?”
“Yes, I couldn’t imagine keeping my hands off of you at work, Baby,” he states, rounding the desk, moving the Mac out of the way. He lifts me onto my desk, positioning my legs so that my feet are resting on his thighs. “You have the most incredible legs. They go right up to that delectable little ass,” he says as his hands move up my dress and around my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. His fingers hook into my panties. “You have a choice to make. You can lift your ass off the desk and let me pull these lovely little panties down, or I can rip them off for you, in which case you will be going to dinner without them,” he says huskily.
“Chase, I am soaked. These panties are too wet to wear anywhere, Honey,” I exclaim.
He pulls the thin material away from my body and pushes my legs farther apart, watching me as he makes his way between my legs. I can barely breathe, and he hasn’t even touched me, yet. It’s the anticipation he creates and builds, and finally, his tongue finds its mark.
“Honey,” I moan, grasping his hair as he pleasures and teases me. I am lost and with just a few more strokes he brings me crashing down around his tongue.
“Oh, Baby, you were so in need. What made you so hot?” he asks, looking up at me.
I am embarrassed that he asks such intimate questions from that position. “I was in the mood last night, and you turned me down flat,” I respond, looking into his eyes.
He sits back in his office chair and slides his zipper down, freeing himself. He grasps me by the waist and eases me into his lap so that I am straddling his body. “Baby, I’m sorry you felt turned down emotionally, but I’ll admit you were supposed to feel deprived.” He is watching me intently as he positions himself and pulls me onto him, sliding me over his engorged and needy length. “Baby, I want you to ride my cock until I feel you shake at the end of it,” he instructs.
I am so turned on. Going slow is hard.
“Easy Baby, all the way down,” he urges. His eyes are molten and smoldering.
“Oh, that’s so deep,” I say huskily.
“Now, again… up and down,” he instructs. His hands cradle my hips, helping me gain momentum, up and down, over and over. He kisses the sensitive skin of my neck, nuzzling it as he shifts deeper inside of me. I can feel my body building as he fills me time and time again. “Baby, cum for me,” he moans, pulling me down forcibly over his hard cock. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I explode again, trembling over the top of him. I feel the power of his release deep inside of me and rest against his chest, trying to catch my breath as he strokes my back and neck. I look up to him, and he is watching me, his eyes like green magnets pulling mine to him. “What are you thinking?” I ask breathlessly.
