heat shot straight to her clit. The painful
tug at her scalp increased her pleasure. The tighter he fisted her hair,
suckled and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, the hotter and more voracious
she became. Her heartbeat pounded. Blood rushed through her veins and roared
inside her ears. Pure power gripped her, causing her to dig her nails into his
shoulders as she clung to him for support.
Pump for pump, she ground into him, taking his cock in deep.
She couldn’t get enough. The grip of his arm around her waist tightened and his
body tensed as he fucked her harder. Temair couldn’t breathe when he bit her
breast through her clothing. A bolt of pleasure like she had never known ripped
through her and shook her to the core, releasing an orgasm of tsunami-size
force.
Every muscle trembled. Perspiration coated her skin. As the
orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed the sex-grip of her legs around his waist.
His cock throbbed inside her soaked, satisfied pussy. If memory served her
right, she’d only experienced an orgasm close to this once before, and that was
with Evan as well. He made her quiver internally from her scalp to her nipples,
to her bellybutton, to her clit all the way to her toes. God, this man was
good. No. This man was a sexual dynamo, one she intended to sample as
many times as she could, before his holiday was over.
What better way to get to know him than to fuck him raw,
Temair decided. She inhaled deep, filling her lungs and her nose with the scent
of just-been-laid goodness. The look of relaxed satisfaction on his face made
her smile. She’d put that look there and planned to keep it there for his
entire visit.
If she could.
What if she couldn’t? Being older than him… That little hint
of doubt threatened to take over, but the empowered sexual bitch Evan created
slapped it back down, if only for the moment. Temair cupped his cheek, then
placed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Obviously, I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you too,”
she said as she brushed her thumb sensually across his lower lip and held her
gaze leveled on his. His sheepish grin made her smile.
“Seems we’ve made a bit of a mess.”
Temair nodded toward a door. “One of the perks of being the
owner is a private bathroom.”
He kissed her softly, as his cock slipped from her pussy. A
feeling of emptiness took his place, but she knew it was a matter of time
before she’d coax him back inside. Temair watched him walk. Tall, lean and
sexy, he moved with a sensual confidence belonging solely to him. Still dressed
in his suit, jacket and all, he’d given her a phenomenal fuck. Wonder how
great it will be once he’s naked. She chewed her lower lip and gave herself
a hug before she scooted off the desk.
The moment her feet touched ground, she realized quickly how
great sex weakened the legs, but managed to reach the jeweler’s bench without
falling. She dried herself, using the paper towels from the roll she kept on
her workstation. She straightened her dress and resituated the pantyhose as best
as she could to make them semi-comfortable. Oddly enough, she liked the
exposure. Cool air coated her thoroughly fucked pussy and soothed the ache of
her tender flesh.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, the breath
hitched in her throat. He looked magnificently debonair, from his bald head to
the sexy little soul patch beneath his lower lip, to the tip of his well-shined
shoes. She was ready to fuck him again.
He crossed the room, took her hand in his and lifted it to
his lips. “That’s not exactly how I envisioned this meeting would go. I had
planned to take you to lunch and see where things went from there. But it seems
I lacked self-control and lived in the moment instead.” He brushed her knuckles
with a gentle kiss and leveled a gaze filled with sexual promise directly on
hers. “Any regrets?”
Every ounce of moisture left her mouth and nosedived to her
pussy. Damn. He is good. Temair drew from a reservoir of
tug at her scalp increased her pleasure. The tighter he fisted her hair,
suckled and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, the hotter and more voracious
she became. Her heartbeat pounded. Blood rushed through her veins and roared
inside her ears. Pure power gripped her, causing her to dig her nails into his
shoulders as she clung to him for support.
Pump for pump, she ground into him, taking his cock in deep.
She couldn’t get enough. The grip of his arm around her waist tightened and his
body tensed as he fucked her harder. Temair couldn’t breathe when he bit her
breast through her clothing. A bolt of pleasure like she had never known ripped
through her and shook her to the core, releasing an orgasm of tsunami-size
force.
Every muscle trembled. Perspiration coated her skin. As the
orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed the sex-grip of her legs around his waist.
His cock throbbed inside her soaked, satisfied pussy. If memory served her
right, she’d only experienced an orgasm close to this once before, and that was
with Evan as well. He made her quiver internally from her scalp to her nipples,
to her bellybutton, to her clit all the way to her toes. God, this man was
good. No. This man was a sexual dynamo, one she intended to sample as
many times as she could, before his holiday was over.
What better way to get to know him than to fuck him raw,
Temair decided. She inhaled deep, filling her lungs and her nose with the scent
of just-been-laid goodness. The look of relaxed satisfaction on his face made
her smile. She’d put that look there and planned to keep it there for his
entire visit.
If she could.
What if she couldn’t? Being older than him… That little hint
of doubt threatened to take over, but the empowered sexual bitch Evan created
slapped it back down, if only for the moment. Temair cupped his cheek, then
placed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Obviously, I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you too,”
she said as she brushed her thumb sensually across his lower lip and held her
gaze leveled on his. His sheepish grin made her smile.
“Seems we’ve made a bit of a mess.”
Temair nodded toward a door. “One of the perks of being the
owner is a private bathroom.”
He kissed her softly, as his cock slipped from her pussy. A
feeling of emptiness took his place, but she knew it was a matter of time
before she’d coax him back inside. Temair watched him walk. Tall, lean and
sexy, he moved with a sensual confidence belonging solely to him. Still dressed
in his suit, jacket and all, he’d given her a phenomenal fuck. Wonder how
great it will be once he’s naked. She chewed her lower lip and gave herself
a hug before she scooted off the desk.
The moment her feet touched ground, she realized quickly how
great sex weakened the legs, but managed to reach the jeweler’s bench without
falling. She dried herself, using the paper towels from the roll she kept on
her workstation. She straightened her dress and resituated the pantyhose as best
as she could to make them semi-comfortable. Oddly enough, she liked the
exposure. Cool air coated her thoroughly fucked pussy and soothed the ache of
her tender flesh.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, the breath
hitched in her throat. He looked magnificently debonair, from his bald head to
the sexy little soul patch beneath his lower lip, to the tip of his well-shined
shoes. She was ready to fuck him again.
He crossed the room, took her hand in his and lifted it to
his lips. “That’s not exactly how I envisioned this meeting would go. I had
planned to take you to lunch and see where things went from there. But it seems
I lacked self-control and lived in the moment instead.” He brushed her knuckles
with a gentle kiss and leveled a gaze filled with sexual promise directly on
hers. “Any regrets?”
Every ounce of moisture left her mouth and nosedived to her
pussy. Damn. He is good. Temair drew from a reservoir of
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