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He rubs over my clit and smiles up at me. “You don’t come until I say.”
I can’t answer, his words turn me on and push me close to the edge.
He crouches down and parts my legs wide then nuzzles his face between my thighs so he can thrust his tongue into my pussy. I don’t know how he expects me to hold my release when he does that.
I struggle against the pleasure he’s giving me. I’m struggling and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
Not when he’s licking, and sucking on my clit the way he is.
“Nick…” I cry out his name and he looks up at me with fascination at the fact that I called out his name.
“Not yet baby. Not yet.”
I bend forward and he catches my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking the light pink tip then stroking over the flesh.
He sucks hard on my clit and my knees buckle, turning to water beneath me.
It’s all I can take. I’m going insane, I’m almost at the brink of insanity.
“Nick…” I moan with desperation and he lifts his head.
“Come for me Angel Doll. Come.”
Like I’ve been doing, I do as he says and I come hard and violently. I throw my head back, arching into him as I cry out against my release.
The luxuriating sensation washes over me, inside and out as I come in his mouth and he drinks. He’s tasting and drinking, feasting on me, licking and still stroking my clit, licking until he’s taken every last drop.
I can’t catch my breath and watching him licking my pussy is making me wet all over again.
He back steps and rises to his feet.
Like always I’m left with the buzz of his touch but wanting more. I really hope he’s not going to leave me again.
Why would we come up here if he was going to do that?
He stops my next thoughts with another kiss. It’s scorching hot and burns me up from the inside out. It’s like someone threw a match on a trail of gasoline and lit me up. Suddenly I’m grabbing onto his shirt and kissing him hard too, kissing him like I need him. I pull hard on his shirt and the buttons pop. They fall to the floor and clatter over the marble.
I start to smooth my hands over his chest, touching his bare skin that’s tight and ripped with muscles, but he catches my hand, shoves me back hard into the wall and pins it above my head. With his free hand he clasps a hand around my throat.
I suck in a sharp breath against the grasp. Fear lances through me as I’m unsure of what he’s doing.
The only thing I’ve figured with this guy is that every time I get close to him, like I’ve stepped over the line, he does something to stop me in my tracks. Like now.
He gives me a luscious leer and the corners of his sexy mouth arches into a wicked smile.
“Fear, and desire. I like it.” He continues to hold me in the lock and watches me. “What do you want me to do to you Angel Doll?” His voice is hard yet soothing. It holds the air of need in it. “What do you need me to do to you?”
The question throws me.
I hate that he can see how desperate I am.
Not the desperate woman who came into his office days ago who needed a job. That woman was just thinking about her family. The me today is so different to her.
Tonight I’m desperate for him and he sees it for truth.
Shame and embarrassment seeps into me. I feel shame because I’m so needy. I feel shame because I want him and shouldn’t.
I feel shame in every essence, but desire is a much more powerful emotion. Desire mingled with passion is unstoppable.
