“This is wrong, Paul. You have my answer.” She says that like it’s a default answer she’s programmed into her mind.
“What’s wrong is you thinking you can forget me. You aren’t looking at me like you truly believe that’s even a possibility.”
“You always see what you want to see.” Her breath hitches, and I watch the change in her breathing. The creamy swells of her breasts rise and fall in a staggered beat.
“Really, baby?” I give her a daring smile, challenging her.
I know she’s wet just from the molten heat in her eyes and the flush of pink climbing from her cheeks to her long elegant neck.
Today isn’t about pussyfooting around shit. I’ve been doing that for far too long. Now it’s time to step up my game.
“Paul, I need to get back to my work.”
“Not yet.”
Her cheeks flash crimson when I lift the hem of her little skirt and push it up her hips.
“What are you doing?” She gasps, trying to stop me. “We’re at work.”
“I don’t care. I’m proving I’m not seeing what I want to see.” Before another word can leave her pretty little mouth, I move her panties aside and push my fingers straight into her pussy.
Another gasp falls from her lips. This time, a stifled moan is attached to it. Her mouth hangs open, and she tries to talk, but to no avail as I slide in and out of her passage, my fingers coated with her sweet nectar.
I pull out and lick off the glistening juice. The utter shock on her face amuses me.
“You’re wet, dripping and ready for me to fuck you again. You can’t forget me.” I smile wider when realization dawns on her pretty face. She knows I’m right. “Your pussy doesn’t lie.”
Her lips part with whatever lie she’s getting ready to tell me, and I return to her tight little pussy, pushing my fingers in deeper so I can pump harder.
My arousal climbs and claws at my insides.
“I…” she attempts but moans instead as I pump harder and faster.
It’s time to taste her.
I crouch down, push her skirt right up her waist, and move the lace of her panties to the side to allow me better access.
My damn mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her. When I lift her leg over my shoulder and bury my face in between her thighs, my taste buds are set on fire from the sweetness of her.
Sweet like honey and a blend of sex mixed together. That’s my girl. I lick over her swollen clit and suck on it knowing that will make her go crazy.
It does, and a breathy moan falls from her lips. Loud. It’s loud enough to be heard outside. Thank fuck it’s early and there are not a lot of people around. The door is closed but not locked. I’m hoping there isn’t anyone else here who’s as daring as me to push it open without knocking.
I just pray anyone who needs her for the next… however long I take her for stays the fuck away.
She grips my shoulders, doubling over and squeezing so hard her nails dig into my skin through my shirt. Then it happens, the real juice.
The raw, natural nectar flows from her as she comes, and it all goes into my mouth. I take it all.
“Paul…” she moans, grabbing her breasts now and squeezing them hard.
I finish lapping her up and stand up, undoing the little buttons of her top and pushing the cup of her bra aside so I can suck her breasts.
Every time I do this, I remember the first time she allowed me to. Fuck, I was so bad, feeling her up every chance I got while our parents weren’t watching, and sneaking around the house. The thought of being caught now is just as thrilling as it was back then.
I stop my wild suckle just so I can pick her up and put her on her desk. I can’t take my time with her today. I can’t taste her everywhere, as much as I would love to.
She’s right. We’re at work, and I have to be mindful.