the curve where my neck meets my shoulders and I tremble, the contact divine. “They see me touch you.”
“Do you want our coworkers to see us together?” I move my feet farther apart, opening my stance, giving our imaginary audience a better view of my cleanly shaven mons, my pink pussy lips, my pale legs. Nate’s golden fingers spread possessively over my black corset, claiming my form as his.
“Do you want them to see you fondle the company rebel?” I lean into him, my curves framed by his muscle. Nate strokes downward, over my breasts, ribs, stomach, and I quiver, needing his fingers lower, inside me. “To watch us as we fuck?”
“Yes,” he rumbles, gliding his hands over my mons, palming my bare skin. “I want them to know you’re mine.”
He says all of the right words, expressing my secret fantasy, that a man like him would want to claim a woman like me, be proud to call me his, not want to change me in any way.
“For the next month this pussy belongs to me.” Nate strums me, making my nerve endings hum, teasing my clit with lingering light caresses. “No other man will touch your softness.” He mouths along my neck, his lips hot and firm. “Taste your skin.”
“Only you.” I sway, brushing my ass over the hard ridge in his dress pants, seeking to torment him as he’s tormenting me.
“Only me.” Nate dips his fingertips into my wetness and I jerk. The contact is too intense, too deliciously sublime, his rough, callused skin stimulating all of my senses.
“Easy,” he murmurs. His lips vibrate against my earlobe, setting off tremors inside of me. “I have you, Camille.” He pushes deeper, forging onward, relentless in his domination of me.
“Nate.” I wiggle, dancing in place, eager for this, for him.
“You’re so responsive.” He nips my right earlobe. A ripple of pleasure cascades down my body, and I clench around his finger. “Tight.” Nate plunges into my snug hold, forcing me to open for him. “Made for me,” he rumbles, his chest pressing against my spine. “For this.” He pumps me, drawing more moisture from my core, more bliss from my body.
“Yes.” I move with him, shamelessly rocking into his palm, selfishly seeking my own release. I’m wanton, wild, needy. “Fill me, Nate.” The heel of his hand presses against my clit and I tremble, the contact direct and constant. “I’m so empty.”
“I’ll fill you.” He adds another finger, stretching me wider, and I whimper with delight, the fullness magnificent. “I’ll give you this.” He skims along me, setting off mini tsunamis of desire, the waves pulling me deeper and deeper under the surface. “I’ll give you everything.”
I’m drowning, breathless with need. Seeking relief, I pull my corset lower, freeing my breasts, the cool air tightening my nipples even more.
Nate sucks in his breath. “Beautiful.” His appreciation excites me. He works my pussy with a renewed vigor while I clutch my curves, the dual assault pushing me closer and closer to climax, to sweet release.
“Nate.” I don’t want to come alone.
“Tell me what you need, Camille.” He fucks me hard with his fingers, my pussy humming from his sweet abuse, my wetness bathing my thighs. “And I’ll give it to you.”
I bend over, pushing my bare ass into his pants-covered hardness. “I want you inside me.” I grip the strips of metal that hold the panes of glass in place, the bars as rigid as my lover. “Give me every delectable inch.” I roll my hips, seeking to entice him. “I want all of you.”
“You want my cock.” Nate withdraws his fingers, leaving a frustrating void inside me. “My cum.” His zipper rasps, the sound loud in the quiet room. Fabric rustles. “Everything.” Warm flesh bumps against my wet pussy lips.
“Yes.” I tilt my hips, opening myself to him. “Everything.”
“Everything,” Nate repeats, pushing inside me, his size daunting. I’ve taken him once. His fingers fold over my hips. I
“Do you want our coworkers to see us together?” I move my feet farther apart, opening my stance, giving our imaginary audience a better view of my cleanly shaven mons, my pink pussy lips, my pale legs. Nate’s golden fingers spread possessively over my black corset, claiming my form as his.
“Do you want them to see you fondle the company rebel?” I lean into him, my curves framed by his muscle. Nate strokes downward, over my breasts, ribs, stomach, and I quiver, needing his fingers lower, inside me. “To watch us as we fuck?”
“Yes,” he rumbles, gliding his hands over my mons, palming my bare skin. “I want them to know you’re mine.”
He says all of the right words, expressing my secret fantasy, that a man like him would want to claim a woman like me, be proud to call me his, not want to change me in any way.
“For the next month this pussy belongs to me.” Nate strums me, making my nerve endings hum, teasing my clit with lingering light caresses. “No other man will touch your softness.” He mouths along my neck, his lips hot and firm. “Taste your skin.”
“Only you.” I sway, brushing my ass over the hard ridge in his dress pants, seeking to torment him as he’s tormenting me.
“Only me.” Nate dips his fingertips into my wetness and I jerk. The contact is too intense, too deliciously sublime, his rough, callused skin stimulating all of my senses.
“Easy,” he murmurs. His lips vibrate against my earlobe, setting off tremors inside of me. “I have you, Camille.” He pushes deeper, forging onward, relentless in his domination of me.
“Nate.” I wiggle, dancing in place, eager for this, for him.
“You’re so responsive.” He nips my right earlobe. A ripple of pleasure cascades down my body, and I clench around his finger. “Tight.” Nate plunges into my snug hold, forcing me to open for him. “Made for me,” he rumbles, his chest pressing against my spine. “For this.” He pumps me, drawing more moisture from my core, more bliss from my body.
“Yes.” I move with him, shamelessly rocking into his palm, selfishly seeking my own release. I’m wanton, wild, needy. “Fill me, Nate.” The heel of his hand presses against my clit and I tremble, the contact direct and constant. “I’m so empty.”
“I’ll fill you.” He adds another finger, stretching me wider, and I whimper with delight, the fullness magnificent. “I’ll give you this.” He skims along me, setting off mini tsunamis of desire, the waves pulling me deeper and deeper under the surface. “I’ll give you everything.”
I’m drowning, breathless with need. Seeking relief, I pull my corset lower, freeing my breasts, the cool air tightening my nipples even more.
Nate sucks in his breath. “Beautiful.” His appreciation excites me. He works my pussy with a renewed vigor while I clutch my curves, the dual assault pushing me closer and closer to climax, to sweet release.
“Nate.” I don’t want to come alone.
“Tell me what you need, Camille.” He fucks me hard with his fingers, my pussy humming from his sweet abuse, my wetness bathing my thighs. “And I’ll give it to you.”
I bend over, pushing my bare ass into his pants-covered hardness. “I want you inside me.” I grip the strips of metal that hold the panes of glass in place, the bars as rigid as my lover. “Give me every delectable inch.” I roll my hips, seeking to entice him. “I want all of you.”
“You want my cock.” Nate withdraws his fingers, leaving a frustrating void inside me. “My cum.” His zipper rasps, the sound loud in the quiet room. Fabric rustles. “Everything.” Warm flesh bumps against my wet pussy lips.
“Yes.” I tilt my hips, opening myself to him. “Everything.”
“Everything,” Nate repeats, pushing inside me, his size daunting. I’ve taken him once. His fingers fold over my hips. I
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