tonight, Isabelle?”
“Ummm, he’s not really my boyfriend,” I mumble. I can’t concentrate when he’s grinding his cock into me. He pulls out suddenly and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the desk with my legs in the air.
“Can you repeat that, Isabelle?” He caresses the sides of my pussy lips with his thumbs, holding my cunt open and easing his cock back inside. I’m sure my eyes are rolling into the back of my head because it feels so good.
“Isabelle!”
“He’s not…oh my god…he’s not my boyfriend.” I moan and arch my back as he hits my G spot. He leans over me on the desk and he’s really tearing it up now. He kisses me, swallowing all my moans. He’s licking into my mouth when I come again, my body jerking helplessly beneath his, my pussy spasming around the thick length deep within me.
“God, I want to come on you.” He burys his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder.
It sounds so hot that I shudder at just the thought. “Do it, Sebastian. Come all over me.”
He curses under his breath and then reaches down to pull the condom off. He’s watching me as he jerks himself off, so I decide to put on a show, plunging the fingers on both hands into my wet pussy and using the lubrication to roll the tips of my nipples into tight points.
That does the trick because his hand is moving faster now, the veins on his shaft standing out in stark relief to the dark, engorged head.
“Isabelle… look at you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Fuck!” His face tightens and he moans long and loud as he shudders over me. He collapses half on me, half on the desk, shooting his load all over my belly.
I reach down and twirl my fingers through his cum, carrying it up to my nipples and massaging it into the tight tips.
He watches me with dark, intense eyes. A second later, he straightens. The energy in the room has changed. I’m not sure exactly what to do, what to say. He climbs down from the desk, turns his back to me and pulls his trousers up, refastens his belt. I grab a few tissues from the holder on his desk and hurriedly clean up.
My shirt is on the floor in a wrinkled ball and I can’t find my bra. I pull my shirt on and hastily button it up. Hopefully no one else has decided to come back to the office late. I can always cover up with my jacket on the way home.
I glance at Sebastian. He still has his back to me. Should I just leave? I have no idea what the protocol is for a situation like this? Is there after-fucking etiquette? Should I thank him? The thought makes me smile a little.
Or should I just say “thanks for scratching the itch, now please don’t fire me?”
“Oh, Isabelle?”
I turn slowly, my eyes wide. In the time I’ve been daydreaming, Sebastian has straightened his clothes and is sitting behind his desk reviewing the report I dropped in his inbox. He’s calmly sitting in his chair, the chair , marking on my report with a red pen.
“I see that you submitted a revised copy of the market analysis report. However, I’ll need you here tomorrow in case I should need any additional changes. Eight o’clock.”
My mouth drops open. “Tomorrow? But tomorrow is Saturday!”
He glances up at me and his eyes dip to my hastily buttoned blouse. He licks his lips and just like that, I’m wet all over again.
“Eight o’clock, Isabelle.” He looks down at the report, dismissing me, and I turn to leave on rubbery legs. Just before I reach the door, he calls out again.
“Oh and Isabelle? Don’t be late.” He puts down the report and our eyes meet. “You know how I feel about insubordination.”
…to be continued.
Author’s Note
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Stay Naughty - Jinx
About The Author
Jinx Jamison is from New England and loves everything about the
“Ummm, he’s not really my boyfriend,” I mumble. I can’t concentrate when he’s grinding his cock into me. He pulls out suddenly and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the desk with my legs in the air.
“Can you repeat that, Isabelle?” He caresses the sides of my pussy lips with his thumbs, holding my cunt open and easing his cock back inside. I’m sure my eyes are rolling into the back of my head because it feels so good.
“Isabelle!”
“He’s not…oh my god…he’s not my boyfriend.” I moan and arch my back as he hits my G spot. He leans over me on the desk and he’s really tearing it up now. He kisses me, swallowing all my moans. He’s licking into my mouth when I come again, my body jerking helplessly beneath his, my pussy spasming around the thick length deep within me.
“God, I want to come on you.” He burys his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder.
It sounds so hot that I shudder at just the thought. “Do it, Sebastian. Come all over me.”
He curses under his breath and then reaches down to pull the condom off. He’s watching me as he jerks himself off, so I decide to put on a show, plunging the fingers on both hands into my wet pussy and using the lubrication to roll the tips of my nipples into tight points.
That does the trick because his hand is moving faster now, the veins on his shaft standing out in stark relief to the dark, engorged head.
“Isabelle… look at you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Fuck!” His face tightens and he moans long and loud as he shudders over me. He collapses half on me, half on the desk, shooting his load all over my belly.
I reach down and twirl my fingers through his cum, carrying it up to my nipples and massaging it into the tight tips.
He watches me with dark, intense eyes. A second later, he straightens. The energy in the room has changed. I’m not sure exactly what to do, what to say. He climbs down from the desk, turns his back to me and pulls his trousers up, refastens his belt. I grab a few tissues from the holder on his desk and hurriedly clean up.
My shirt is on the floor in a wrinkled ball and I can’t find my bra. I pull my shirt on and hastily button it up. Hopefully no one else has decided to come back to the office late. I can always cover up with my jacket on the way home.
I glance at Sebastian. He still has his back to me. Should I just leave? I have no idea what the protocol is for a situation like this? Is there after-fucking etiquette? Should I thank him? The thought makes me smile a little.
Or should I just say “thanks for scratching the itch, now please don’t fire me?”
“Oh, Isabelle?”
I turn slowly, my eyes wide. In the time I’ve been daydreaming, Sebastian has straightened his clothes and is sitting behind his desk reviewing the report I dropped in his inbox. He’s calmly sitting in his chair, the chair , marking on my report with a red pen.
“I see that you submitted a revised copy of the market analysis report. However, I’ll need you here tomorrow in case I should need any additional changes. Eight o’clock.”
My mouth drops open. “Tomorrow? But tomorrow is Saturday!”
He glances up at me and his eyes dip to my hastily buttoned blouse. He licks his lips and just like that, I’m wet all over again.
“Eight o’clock, Isabelle.” He looks down at the report, dismissing me, and I turn to leave on rubbery legs. Just before I reach the door, he calls out again.
“Oh and Isabelle? Don’t be late.” He puts down the report and our eyes meet. “You know how I feel about insubordination.”
…to be continued.
Author’s Note
If you’ve enjoyed this book, PLEASE consider leaving a review at the major sites such as Amazon and Barnes & Noble. It’s the best gift you can give an author. I adore hearing from readers and it’s a great way for other readers to discover new books!
Stay Naughty - Jinx
About The Author
Jinx Jamison is from New England and loves everything about the
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