Page 62 of The Office Guest

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“If you weren’t so awful at your job, I might’ve been.”

“Was I really that terrible?”

“You werethe worst.” He tightens his grip on my waist. “But I’ll forgive you if you finally admit that you want me as much as I’ve always wanted you.”

He kisses me deeply before I can say those words, rendering me so breathless that I can’t speak.

“I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you, Georgia,” he says, “And I hope you won’t keep making this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Ahhh.” I moan as he squeezes my ass. “I won’t…”

“I’m listening.”

“I wanted you, too,” I say. “I still do…”

“Good.” He smiles. “Howdo you want me?”

My cheeks heat as he trails a finger against my lips, as he gently pries them open to slide the pad of his thumb against my tongue.

“Tell me,” he says. “It’s your turn.”

“I want you in my mouth first.”

He looks stunned, but he unbuckles his belt. “Take it out.”

I slowly slide a hand into his briefs, and my breath hitches as his cock hardens under my touch. I take my time pulling it out, admitting how huge and thick it is.

I lean down and open wide, covering his tip with my lips, earning a low growl of approval.

“Fuck…” He threads his fingers through my hair as I take him down my throat inch by inch.

I gag when he hits the back of my throat and movemy head back. Then I swallow him again and again.

Feeling in control for a change, I rub my hands up and down his length, moaning between mouthfuls, and he tenses in pleasure each time.

“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that,” he whispers. “Is that what you want?”

I can’t focus when he looks at me like this.

“Do you want my cock in my throat or do you want it deep inside you right now?” He stares into my eyes. “Say it.”

“I want both.”

He grins and positions me against the back of a sofa chair to face one another.

Opening a condom, he rolls it over his cock and slowly slides into me.

“Ohhh…” I moan as he buries himself inside me, as he gives me a few seconds to adjust to how fulfilling his cock is.

Kissing my neck, he whispers, “You feel so fucking good…Wrap your arms around my neck.”

The moment I oblige, he begins thrusting in and out of me.


“Yes?” He swallows my words with another deep kiss. “Is this what you want?”

I’m too lost to answer.

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