Page 38 of Mailroom Delight
I got excited when I saw it was one of those dresses that had cups in the bodice, so I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.
When I turned her back to face me my eyes zoned in on her delicious breasts which had already puckered and were ready to be sucked.
I twisted her again to get a good look at that thong she wore, too. It added to the glorious vision of her beauty showing me the firm cheeks of her ass.
She giggled when I picked her up and placed her on that table, putting her right back where I’d left her two weeks ago.
I lowered to her juicy breasts taking the little nipple in my mouth and sucking on her.
Those moans that had filled my dreams asleep and awake released from her lips and it was all I could do not to cum right there and then.
“Jason,” she cried leaning into me.
God, she felt so good. Placing my hand to the center of her panties I stroked the soft silk material coaxing her to orgasm. She was already soaked and grew wetter as I ran my finger back and forth, feeling for the hard nub of her clit.
I had to taste her, but I didn’t know how long it would be until I lost total control of myself.
This woman was temptation, complete temptation, wrapped in a package waiting for me to unwrap, claim, and devour.
I kissed my way down to her thighs and over to her sweet pussy where I moved the thong aside.
Fuck, I didn’t waste time looking. I went straight in to her juicy center for a taste.
Sweet.
That was how she tasted. Sweet like fruit, and sweeter. Like something truly desirable, above anything else.
I allowed myself the pleasure of pushing my tongue into her and filling my mouth with her delicious nectar before my will power faded.
“Are you ready for me, Sweet Thing?” I asked moving back to look into her face.
I watched her eyes darken with pure need, and I prayed she would say she was ready.
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Paige
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I looked at the handsome man who stood before me, and the need I felt for him overwhelmed me.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since he left, and even before then. Didn’t matter if I was asleep or awake. Jason filled my every thought.
My desire for him consumed me with such intensity it pushed everything aside. I’d never met anyone who could do that to me.
It was amazing how I’d done a full three-sixty on this guy and went from being annoyed and frustrated at his criticism of my work, to wanting him more than I’d wanted anyone in my life.
To admit that made my heartache because of Paul, and in the moment I thought about Paul I pushed him to the back of my mind and …let go.
I let go.
I let go as if someone had been holding my hand and I’d released mine.
“I’m ready.” I heard myself say.
The smile that lit up his face was magical and reached into my soul. I straightened up, pressed my fingers to his chest and pushed back his jacket until it slid down his shoulders. Next was his shirt. I took that off too, revealing his fantasy muscles and a mixture of inky black tattoos scrawled over his left breast that made me go wild.
Like this, with his shirt off, he reminded me of an ad for Calvin Klein or Levi’s, and my mouth watered at the sight.
