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“I really hope that’s not true.”
“No,” he laughed, but it sounded like a hiccup. “Anyway, I’ve got a better idea.”
“Cool,” I said, trembling like a fucking schoolgirl. I wished he’d get on with it. “I don’t want you to fuck me, though,” I said. “Anyway, not yet. Maybe later.”
“I promise I won’t unless you change your mind.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s only common courtesy,” he said.
“Not as common as you think.”
“Touché. May I take your panties down?” he asked.
“Why, yes, you may.”
Alastair’s fingers trembled as he hooked them under the edge of the elastic and edged the panties down my ass, slow as treacle.
“Wait. They’re snagging on my”—I puffed a laugh—“boner.”
“Oh shit, sorry.”
I slipped a hand down to pull the edge of the panties over my cock, then got back into position as Alastair tugged them down.
“Wow. You have a gorgeous ass.”
I wiggled it for him. “Thanks.”
“No, really. It’s fucking beautiful.”
Nobody had ever called me beautiful before. I tried not to let it go to my head—and failed.
I pressed my forehead against my arm. “Well, Alastair—or should I call you Mr. Kenney?—if it’s so damn beautiful, can you please do something to it before I perish into a puddle of goo on this desk?”
“Okay, okay. Wait!Wouldyou call me Mr. Kenney?”
“Of course, Mr. Kenney. Whatever you say, Mr. Kenney.” Oh, that was super-hot.
“Fucking hell. Yes. Yes, that’s good.”
I couldn’t help a shaky laugh. “Is it?”
“It’s perfect.You’reperfect.”
Beautiful? Perfect?This man could sweet-talk me off the edge of a cliff—something that should have made me wary but only reminded me how much I’d been playing it safe lately.
He used his thumbs to spread me, and I was glad I’d washed there with soap and water when I’d changed.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I panted.
He swiped his tongue over my hole as I cried out for Jesus. He kept going, making me squirm and pant and beg, his goatee soft on my sensitive skin and his tongue even more so.
I saw stars and couldn’t control my breathing. My heart pounded, and my cock dripped. I was a mess.
“I might… I might come…” I warned him, but he only gripped me harder and went at me with more force. “Oooooh, fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuck.”
My arm shot out of its own volition and a pencil holder skidded off the desk.
