Page 17 of Defensive Hero
She blushes, looking away. “Y-you can’t fault me for thinking you do this with all your assistants after what you said this morning.”
“They are not you.”
None of them were bold enough to face me when I was having a terrible day. None of them cared whether or not I had my dinner because it wasn’t a part of their job.
None of them lit up the room with a smile as bright as hers.
It is not completely surprising that it’s Sandy I would fall for. The light to the dark that is my life.
Sandy turns to look at her building and nods toward it. “D-do you still want to come inside and talk?”
“Yes, I think we should talk.”
***
We don’t talk.
The second she lets us into her apartment, my lips are on hers before she has any idea what’s coming.
She whimpers, dropping her bag to fist my shirt as I lick into her mouth, drowning in her taste, and getting intoxicated from her lips. I drag my tongue hungrily over hers, and fuck, I can’t get enough. When it comes to this girl, I never seem to get enough. She responds just as needily, yanking at my shirt and tearing at the buttons, but I don’t stop her.
I can’t because I am doing the same thing.
There is something feral in the way we tear at each other’s clothes. We’re animals, seeking to feel the press of skin against each other, and a part of me never expected my shy little assistant to match my need.
With a growl, I tear down her flimsy blouse, sending little buttons flying all over the place to reveal a black satin bra. I palm her tits, fondling them with my greedy palms and swallowing her whimpered cries as I caress her.
“Sir,” she whimpers when I pinch her nipples through the bra, and fuck, hearing her call me that has my cock throbbing in my pants.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, grazing my teeth on her skin and licking a path down her throat. I tug down her bra to reveal her rosy nipples, and the need to feel those beads pebble in my mouth has me closing my lips and sucking gently at one bud as I roll the other between my thumb and index finger.
She dips her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to her even as her body jerks against me. I roll my tongue around herperfect little tits, leaving one wet before moving to the other and giving it the same attention.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” I kiss the spot between her tits, my eyes on her flushed face. I trail my lips down her stomach while unzipping her skirt before yanking it down her thighs. My eyes are locked on her panties as I go down on my knees in front of her. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy since you left my office last night, Sandy.”
I lean in and press my face to the wet spot on her panties, inhaling her sweet scent, getting intoxicated by it. A shudder rocks her when I lean in and press my lips over her pussy, tasting her arousal on the surface of her panties.
“Did you like it?” I grind out, grabbing the waistband of her panties and yanking them down her thighs. “Did you like riding your boss’s finger during lunch?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.
“You were such a good girl. You didn’t even make a sound.” I nudge open her thighs for a better view of her glistening sex, wet with arousal. With my eyes locked on her, I grab her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, the move parting her feminine lips to reveal her sweet center. “I should reward you for being such a good girl.”
That is all the warning she gets before I bury my face between her legs, dragging my tongue over her sweet folds, and all I can think is…fucking finally.
I have been thinking about this pussy all fucking day. Her sweet flavor on my tongue, the softness pressed against my lips as she falls apart in my arms. It’s a fucking miracle I was able to keep my focus during lunch with my brother and his girlfriend when all I wanted to do was lay her on the fucking table and lap at her pussy before rutting her like a beast.
Mine!
With a rough growl, I worship her sex with long, deep licks and slow strokes on her clit that cause her legs to tremble. I stroke the swelling nub with my tongue until she’s sobbing, driving her hips forward, and riding my tongue.
“Oh… Sir!” she sobs, tugging hard at my hair as she rolls her hips, her sex growing slicker with arousal. I can tell she is close to an orgasm when her sex starts pulsing hotly around my tongue. I bring my middle finger to her entrance and push it gently into her as I stroke her swollen clit with my tongue. I add another finger, thrusting shallowly into her, and I must brush the right spot inside of her because she jerks against me with a scream, flooding my tongue with more of her arousal as her body trembles from the intensity of it all. Her pussy quivers hotly under my tongue as she comes apart beautifully.
My cock is leaking precum behind my fly when I finally get to my feet, begging to be inside of her.
“Show me to your bed,” I say hoarsely, but I didn’t need to, her hand is already on my arm, guiding me through her small apartment to her bed. I make a note to move her to my home as soon as possible so she doesn’t have to live here any longer, but for now, I just need to be inside of her.
She climbs onto the bed and watches me as I start undressing. She looks so gorgeous lying on the bed with her dark hair spread on the comforter, brown eyes tracking my movements as I strip, and I can’t wait to touch her again. I tear away my clothes in record time, and soon I am above her on the bed, my knee pressed between her thighs as my mouth seeks hers hungrily.