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She pulls back, staring up at me, more vulnerable than ever.
“Not telling your students there’s some British fairy grandfather out there waiting for them.”
Watching her spill over with laughter makes my body loosen up.
“Tell me about it. I mean, his plan was always too good to be true. At least it felt that way. Ugh. I’ll probably reach out to him tomorrow because even if…even if it has nothing to do with my brothers, even if it’s all a fucking coincidence, I really don’t want to work with someone who pushes their mouth on mine.”
Interesting that she says this, as I’ve often initiated our lustful moments under the label of “working together.” If this doesn’t give me the peace that she is not attracted to that weasel, then I’m trying to have a problem. I have enough problems to make up anymore, especially with Micola. If anything, I want to smother her with love.
My thumb caresses her chin. I’m not sure what her response will be, but she appears to be enjoying me. Her eyes are drying by the second, and I can hear her heartbeat.
“Can I kiss you?” I’m almost as surprised with my question as she is.
“What’s ever stopped you before?” She answers.
I tilt her chin closer, opening her mouth with my own. For once, her tongue is hungrier than mine. We collide, our heads moving in rhythm, maintaining the bliss of this kiss. It’s hard to let go, but we do.
She steps back as my hands fall from her face to pull her waist closer to me. There goes keeping this feeling in London. It honestly feels better here. Our old turf to plant new memories, but I keep it to myself. The last thing we need is more confusion, so we refuse to discuss why we kiss or why we shouldn’t kiss. Instead, she gives me another one. Wetter, softer, longer.
“I’m sorry.” She says.
“Don’t apologize to me about something I want.”
I believe we both feel the electricity between us. Too large to deny or tuck away, it doesn’t take long before my mouth is buried in the nook of her neck. Her vanilla scent begging for my touch.
“God, your mouth.” She mutters in my ear like a drunken slur, making my dick grow too quickly. It bangs against her lower waist. She pulls at my arms, piercing them slightly with her nails.
“I’ll take you right here if you let me,” I whisper in her ear.
Without hesitation, she steps back. I’m not sure if this is good or not, as her eyes once again look like they’re going to tear up and cry. Instead, she takes my hand and leads me farther back into the studio. Chills cover my flesh as my excitement to feel her triumphs over everything else.
The deeper we go, the darker it gets. Two wide desks sit across from each other. One is clearly hers, while the other is probably her assistant’s. She drops my hand to move a stack of papers off the larger desk. My heartbeat throbs almost as much as my dick does as she picks up her dress by its fringes and pulls it up over her head.
Blessed to see her two perky perfect C’s rest in a yellow lacy bra and matching thong. She drops her dress on the floor and clasps her hands over my belt buckle, moving closer for another kiss. More tender and thrilling, my fingers creep up her back spine, nestling at her bra strap. I unclasp it. She moans as I slip off the lacy garment and grope both her bosoms at the same time. Unbuckling me, I stare longingly into her eyes as I fondle her nipples between my fingers. Her softness almost feels like liquid the way it fills me up with more desire. She tugs at my shorts, pleading with me to pull them down. I do, along with my boxers, making my dick bob before her.
She spins around as I excitedly shift her thongs strap to the side with my fingers. With her crescent moon staring at me, I place my hungry hand in her pretty pussy. Wetter than I imagined, she says, ¨I need to feel good, and I know you can do that.¨
¨Anytime you need it.¨ I promise her as I pull a condom from my shirt’s pocket.
Bending over her desk, I watch her spread her legs for me. This wild Micola is much kinkier than she was in her twenties. Her forwardness, paired with her natural beauty, is downright arousing. I slide the condom on and smack her ass a few times until she turns her neck, trying to peer over her shoulder.
¨I wanna be fucked this time.¨ She demands.
¨God, don’t tell me that.¨
¨Please, Alex. Fuck me like I’m Priscilla. Fuck me like I’m one of your others. Just fuck me.¨
I slap her backside before I bend over to tell her how it’s going to go.
¨No. I’m going to fuck you like you’reyou. Micola Maria Costa. But, I want to feel you, slowly, all of you.¨
My fingers slide in and out as my dick is severely jealous.
¨I don’t want those women. I wantyou. If you only knew how much I think of you and that pretty pouty pussy that needs to be all fucking mine. Do you hear me? I need you to beallfuckingmine.¨
I feel her deeper and softer than she may want. Peeking back at me, she’s anticipating me to take her harder, but I want to simmer in it. So I give her a few pounding strokes to tickle her desire before I lower myself for a more thorough dip and dive. Not expecting this, I watch as goosebumps scatter across her skin. Again, I dip inside, her walls tightening around me like a fist. She didn’t know she needed it slower. I send her nothing but good feels with each stroke, spreading love to her, filling her up with strokes with such intent she doesn’t know how to respond.
Her moans are triggering, making me want to burst faster than I want. I sustain my momentum by focusing on what I’m sending her and less on how incredibly satisfied she seems to be. Popping her ass up and out closer to me, she tries to take control, but I shut her down with a couple swipes of my hand. Her cheeks turn red as she screams.
