day. Is that your hand’s fault?”
I couldn’t comprehend the words that sputtered from her mouth, so I kissed it. I took those juicy lips between mine and licked them. Electric fire shot through me, as Yvette squirmed in an attempt to break the kiss. With my body pressed against hers tightly, the wiggling movements served to my enjoyment.
Finally , she turned her head to the side with such vehemence that her lips broke free from mine.
“Mr. Hanson!” she yelped. “This is not appropriate.”
Hungrily I stole her mouth again and released the hand that had become smaller against my growing manhood. Every fucking word she spoke turned me on. I shoved my hand down the back of her skirt, popping the button and splitting the zipper. With an unexpected need, I brought her body forward against my pelvis.
Her lips moved against mine in small protests, but eventually spread open to my thrusting tongue. Tasting Yvette was a decadence similar to that of a truffle. She was sweeter than I thought. Her moans vibrated against my lips as I delved farther into her perfect mouth.
I pushed the tight skirt up around her waist with one hand still palming her globe-like ass. Her hardened nipples tickled against me.
“Mr. Hanson.” she said breathily as she pushed her hands against my chest in an attempt to put distance between us. “You shouldn’t … we can’t … I mean ; I came here to work.” she finally forced defiantly. I could tell though from the way that she had given into me and the glazed look in her eye that she wanted more.
“You’ll definitely cum here, and I promise you it won’t take much work.” I winked ready to taste her again.
“Mr. Hanson.” she replied. “I want to continue to work with this firm, but this can never happen again.”
Her comment made me laugh.
“Why? Because you don’t want me?” I taunted. I knew by the way her body responded to mine that she did.
I slid my hand down the front of her silk and lace burgundy panties and pressed past her soft curls to her slick center.
The breathy pant that floated from her lips explained it all.
I crooked my finger against her pebbled pleasure bud. The look of satisfaction on her face at my touch nearly made me explode.
“You don’t like it?” I inquire.
“It’s not that.” she nearly whispered as her head slid back. “You’re my boss.” Each word pulsed out with the movement of my circling fingers.
“I’m still your boss, even if I don’t touch you. Just think of this as your new assignment: keep the boss happy.”
I burrowed my tongue into her mouth. Yvette kissed back with fervor this time. Her long arms wrapped around my neck and her body moved against my nestled hand without reluctance.
“This feels so good.” The well of her clenched in response and my goal became to see bliss explode across her sweet face.
“That’s right Yvette.” I coax, but my words drew her back from whatever dream world she had escaped to.
Her once closed eyes widened in horror when she looked down at her open legs perched against my hand.
“This can’t happen.” she nearly cried and hopped away from me.
I didn’t move after her. I had proven my point: she wanted me.
“But it should. And I want you wet like this every time that you see me. At least that way I know I’ll have something good to drink.”
I licked the taste of her from my fingers.
Her whimper initiated an unfamiliar chuckle from my gut. Yvette looked as though she could release more of her tasty liquid where she stood.
“You’ll have to get a better poker face than that if you want to make it in this business.” I jested.
Yvette hurriedly exited my office.
The player in me had been in hibernation, my cases taking precedence over my cock. Yvette had woken the sleeping beast in me and I felt refreshed.
When I sat down at my desk this time and looked at the mess of papers on my desk, words seemed to pop out at me and connect.
Chapter 3
Yvette
W hen he touched
I couldn’t comprehend the words that sputtered from her mouth, so I kissed it. I took those juicy lips between mine and licked them. Electric fire shot through me, as Yvette squirmed in an attempt to break the kiss. With my body pressed against hers tightly, the wiggling movements served to my enjoyment.
Finally , she turned her head to the side with such vehemence that her lips broke free from mine.
“Mr. Hanson!” she yelped. “This is not appropriate.”
Hungrily I stole her mouth again and released the hand that had become smaller against my growing manhood. Every fucking word she spoke turned me on. I shoved my hand down the back of her skirt, popping the button and splitting the zipper. With an unexpected need, I brought her body forward against my pelvis.
Her lips moved against mine in small protests, but eventually spread open to my thrusting tongue. Tasting Yvette was a decadence similar to that of a truffle. She was sweeter than I thought. Her moans vibrated against my lips as I delved farther into her perfect mouth.
I pushed the tight skirt up around her waist with one hand still palming her globe-like ass. Her hardened nipples tickled against me.
“Mr. Hanson.” she said breathily as she pushed her hands against my chest in an attempt to put distance between us. “You shouldn’t … we can’t … I mean ; I came here to work.” she finally forced defiantly. I could tell though from the way that she had given into me and the glazed look in her eye that she wanted more.
“You’ll definitely cum here, and I promise you it won’t take much work.” I winked ready to taste her again.
“Mr. Hanson.” she replied. “I want to continue to work with this firm, but this can never happen again.”
Her comment made me laugh.
“Why? Because you don’t want me?” I taunted. I knew by the way her body responded to mine that she did.
I slid my hand down the front of her silk and lace burgundy panties and pressed past her soft curls to her slick center.
The breathy pant that floated from her lips explained it all.
I crooked my finger against her pebbled pleasure bud. The look of satisfaction on her face at my touch nearly made me explode.
“You don’t like it?” I inquire.
“It’s not that.” she nearly whispered as her head slid back. “You’re my boss.” Each word pulsed out with the movement of my circling fingers.
“I’m still your boss, even if I don’t touch you. Just think of this as your new assignment: keep the boss happy.”
I burrowed my tongue into her mouth. Yvette kissed back with fervor this time. Her long arms wrapped around my neck and her body moved against my nestled hand without reluctance.
“This feels so good.” The well of her clenched in response and my goal became to see bliss explode across her sweet face.
“That’s right Yvette.” I coax, but my words drew her back from whatever dream world she had escaped to.
Her once closed eyes widened in horror when she looked down at her open legs perched against my hand.
“This can’t happen.” she nearly cried and hopped away from me.
I didn’t move after her. I had proven my point: she wanted me.
“But it should. And I want you wet like this every time that you see me. At least that way I know I’ll have something good to drink.”
I licked the taste of her from my fingers.
Her whimper initiated an unfamiliar chuckle from my gut. Yvette looked as though she could release more of her tasty liquid where she stood.
“You’ll have to get a better poker face than that if you want to make it in this business.” I jested.
Yvette hurriedly exited my office.
The player in me had been in hibernation, my cases taking precedence over my cock. Yvette had woken the sleeping beast in me and I felt refreshed.
When I sat down at my desk this time and looked at the mess of papers on my desk, words seemed to pop out at me and connect.
Chapter 3
Yvette
W hen he touched
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