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me. I want to fuck your ass and watch my cum slide down your legs.”
Her rapid breathing made it difficult to hold on to his own desire.
“I just came, but I want to come again,” he admitted. “I like playing. You like playing, Jenny?”
She opened her mouth and blew a breath over his cockhead. “Yeah, I do.” She licked his slit, and he groaned. “I like it all. Oral, normal, kinky, even anal sex.”
“Please don’t tease. I can’t handle that right now,” he said, trying hard not to inch between her lips, so close.
“I like sex a lot. I have toys.” She licked him again. “Did you know I have string of pearls I like to use when I take out Mr. Buzzy?”
Fuck. Pearls—anal beads. He was in love. “Who are you? Wait. Mr Buzzy?” When she cupped his balls, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Never mind. Tell me after. I want to watch you swallow me.” He palmed the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer to his cock.
She smiled at him, a sinner looking through a saint’s eyes. And thank God for that.
Then she took his cockhead between her lips. Slowly, she drew more of him into her hot, wet mouth.
He kept her hair back so he could watch her lips surround him. “ Fuck. You’re so sexy. That’s it. Take more.”
She moaned and bobbed over him, easing him to the back of her throat. The woman had serious skills, and he nearly blew his load more than once as she played with his balls and sucked his cock.
“Swallow me. All of me.”
Her sensual moan and increased speed indicated she wanted to swallow him as much as he wanted to come. The woman held him in her sway as she blew him, and he rubbed her shoulders, grazed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples as he neared his end.
“Gonna come so hard,” he warned her. “Fuck, Jenny. Take it. Oh yeah. ” He pumped into her mouth, coming with a ferocity that should have shocked him, considering he’d already climaxed once tonight.
But as he wrapped his fingers in her wine-red hair and spent his load, he knew to blame his arousal on her. Jenny—who was seeming more and more like a woman straight out of his dreams.
The next day at work, he did his best to act normal around Genevieve. They had an argument about the next phase in their project, and he insisted on handling the logistics while she dealt with the geeks downstairs. A rational move instead of adhering to her desire to get them out of their comfort zones. Screw that. He had work to do. This wasn’t a social project.
Genevieve seemed to be enjoying their repartee as much as he was, and when he left her smiling, he knew he wore a similar grin on his face. He’d never been so happy to be so exhausted at work. But hell, it was Friday, and he had a full night and weekend planned around Genevieve, coconut oil, and those pearls she’d mentioned.
He moved back to his office and made a few phone calls then tried to catch up on his emails, which, sadly, seemed to grow in number no matter how many he answered. Like he had for most of the day, he found his thoughts wandering to the previous night.
They’d had marathon sex. He didn’t think he’d ever had so many orgasms in one night, but it was as if he had to grab hold of the woman and show her exactly how well they fit. By three in the morning they’d both been done in, and sleeping with her had just felt…right.
He’d woken at six, his body programmed to be moving despite a lack of sleep. He’d kissed her good-bye and left her a note with thanks and a warning not to make any plans for the weekend.
Her smile when she’d seen him in the coffee room earlier had turned his heart over. Then she’d quickly scowled at him and told him to stop goofing around and get on the email she’d sent him.
No drama, no swoony looks, just pleasure then back to business. He’d been right to worry that great sex would be just the tip of the iceberg with her. They had so much in common already. Not prudes, they liked their sex kinky. They had
Her rapid breathing made it difficult to hold on to his own desire.
“I just came, but I want to come again,” he admitted. “I like playing. You like playing, Jenny?”
She opened her mouth and blew a breath over his cockhead. “Yeah, I do.” She licked his slit, and he groaned. “I like it all. Oral, normal, kinky, even anal sex.”
“Please don’t tease. I can’t handle that right now,” he said, trying hard not to inch between her lips, so close.
“I like sex a lot. I have toys.” She licked him again. “Did you know I have string of pearls I like to use when I take out Mr. Buzzy?”
Fuck. Pearls—anal beads. He was in love. “Who are you? Wait. Mr Buzzy?” When she cupped his balls, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Never mind. Tell me after. I want to watch you swallow me.” He palmed the back of her head, bringing her mouth closer to his cock.
She smiled at him, a sinner looking through a saint’s eyes. And thank God for that.
Then she took his cockhead between her lips. Slowly, she drew more of him into her hot, wet mouth.
He kept her hair back so he could watch her lips surround him. “ Fuck. You’re so sexy. That’s it. Take more.”
She moaned and bobbed over him, easing him to the back of her throat. The woman had serious skills, and he nearly blew his load more than once as she played with his balls and sucked his cock.
“Swallow me. All of me.”
Her sensual moan and increased speed indicated she wanted to swallow him as much as he wanted to come. The woman held him in her sway as she blew him, and he rubbed her shoulders, grazed her breasts, and toyed with her nipples as he neared his end.
“Gonna come so hard,” he warned her. “Fuck, Jenny. Take it. Oh yeah. ” He pumped into her mouth, coming with a ferocity that should have shocked him, considering he’d already climaxed once tonight.
But as he wrapped his fingers in her wine-red hair and spent his load, he knew to blame his arousal on her. Jenny—who was seeming more and more like a woman straight out of his dreams.
The next day at work, he did his best to act normal around Genevieve. They had an argument about the next phase in their project, and he insisted on handling the logistics while she dealt with the geeks downstairs. A rational move instead of adhering to her desire to get them out of their comfort zones. Screw that. He had work to do. This wasn’t a social project.
Genevieve seemed to be enjoying their repartee as much as he was, and when he left her smiling, he knew he wore a similar grin on his face. He’d never been so happy to be so exhausted at work. But hell, it was Friday, and he had a full night and weekend planned around Genevieve, coconut oil, and those pearls she’d mentioned.
He moved back to his office and made a few phone calls then tried to catch up on his emails, which, sadly, seemed to grow in number no matter how many he answered. Like he had for most of the day, he found his thoughts wandering to the previous night.
They’d had marathon sex. He didn’t think he’d ever had so many orgasms in one night, but it was as if he had to grab hold of the woman and show her exactly how well they fit. By three in the morning they’d both been done in, and sleeping with her had just felt…right.
He’d woken at six, his body programmed to be moving despite a lack of sleep. He’d kissed her good-bye and left her a note with thanks and a warning not to make any plans for the weekend.
Her smile when she’d seen him in the coffee room earlier had turned his heart over. Then she’d quickly scowled at him and told him to stop goofing around and get on the email she’d sent him.
No drama, no swoony looks, just pleasure then back to business. He’d been right to worry that great sex would be just the tip of the iceberg with her. They had so much in common already. Not prudes, they liked their sex kinky. They had
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