the double meaning.
And as soon as I felt him tense beside me, I knew it had.
I smirked. If he was going to do it to me, I was going to do it to him. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants once again, noticing it hardening a bit beneath my touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised by my actions.
I massaged the head with my fingers, and I could tell when he balled up his fist and coughed into it, that he was trying desperately not to cry out. However, I could tell how much he was enjoying it because as I continued to squeeze him, he continued to swell harder and harder, throbbing beneath my touch.
I grinned once again, thinking I had the upper hand for a moment. But no matter how gutsy I was being, his strokes were becoming even gutsier and even more urgent, and I knew for sure that we were going to be caught.
But we weren’t…
The meeting continued around us as my face burned with blush. He was working my clit so well as he continued to trace small circles around it.
I wanted to scream out. I wanted to cry out in pleasure as well as frustration from the fact that he wasn’t just fucking me…
And I knew that I shouldn’t have fueled the behavior or encouraged it. I should have known better. He should have been resting; and I should have been encouraging that , not parading around in the workplace like some floozy at his sexual disposal.
But he had some sort of hold on me that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to explain. He seemed to possess me into doing things I normally wouldn’t have…but things I completely and thoroughly enjoyed.
I gasped as he slid his middle finger into my soaked entrance and continued to work my clit. I had no idea how none of the men had noticed. Not one of them had an iota of a clue.
His middle finger glided in and out of my wet entrance effortlessly, as his index finger slid over my slit. I had to admit, it was like he had perfected the art of getting a woman off with his hands; and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“Ma’am, would you like to excuse yourself; you look pretty ill,” another gentleman croaked, kindly holding up his hand to the speaker as he interrupted.
I blushed even more. How could they have not known? They weren’t more than a foot away from us. Derek was working my womanhood for everything that it was worth, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hip up in response as he pressed his palm firmly against my nub.
And I couldn’t believe no one had noticed it when I did.
I wanted more than anything to release his stiffness from its confines, but knew that I couldn’t without giving us away and ending the game completely. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t fondle and massage it to my heart’s desire, as much as I dared.
I smirked, the thought of him coming moved to the forefront of my mind. I almost giggled thinking about if he had kicked his leg or bucked his hips beneath the desk, drawing attention to it all. But then I knew that wouldn’t have been in my best interest either.
I wanted more than playing with each other beneath a desk.
I wanted to have him; and I wanted him to have me.
I didn’t want to ruin it all by giving us away and ruining the mood.
Derek coughed, drawing attention from the three men, which caused me to halt what I was doing. “Are the two of you sick with something?” the man speaking asked. “I always get sick at the same time as my assistant, too—so much close contact.” The man was serious, but he had no idea how funny it was to me. Close contact was definitely happening, but it wasn’t work-related.
“Yeah w-we work together constantly; that’s why we’re so scattered today, I think,” Derek said, his voice almost giving him away as it quaked and shook in ecstasy. I could tell that he was desperate to climax, but so was I—especially when he continued to massage my enlarged, throbbing nub in small, hurried circles.
It felt so good as he continued assaulting my clit with the wonderment
And as soon as I felt him tense beside me, I knew it had.
I smirked. If he was going to do it to me, I was going to do it to him. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants once again, noticing it hardening a bit beneath my touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised by my actions.
I massaged the head with my fingers, and I could tell when he balled up his fist and coughed into it, that he was trying desperately not to cry out. However, I could tell how much he was enjoying it because as I continued to squeeze him, he continued to swell harder and harder, throbbing beneath my touch.
I grinned once again, thinking I had the upper hand for a moment. But no matter how gutsy I was being, his strokes were becoming even gutsier and even more urgent, and I knew for sure that we were going to be caught.
But we weren’t…
The meeting continued around us as my face burned with blush. He was working my clit so well as he continued to trace small circles around it.
I wanted to scream out. I wanted to cry out in pleasure as well as frustration from the fact that he wasn’t just fucking me…
And I knew that I shouldn’t have fueled the behavior or encouraged it. I should have known better. He should have been resting; and I should have been encouraging that , not parading around in the workplace like some floozy at his sexual disposal.
But he had some sort of hold on me that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to explain. He seemed to possess me into doing things I normally wouldn’t have…but things I completely and thoroughly enjoyed.
I gasped as he slid his middle finger into my soaked entrance and continued to work my clit. I had no idea how none of the men had noticed. Not one of them had an iota of a clue.
His middle finger glided in and out of my wet entrance effortlessly, as his index finger slid over my slit. I had to admit, it was like he had perfected the art of getting a woman off with his hands; and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
“Ma’am, would you like to excuse yourself; you look pretty ill,” another gentleman croaked, kindly holding up his hand to the speaker as he interrupted.
I blushed even more. How could they have not known? They weren’t more than a foot away from us. Derek was working my womanhood for everything that it was worth, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hip up in response as he pressed his palm firmly against my nub.
And I couldn’t believe no one had noticed it when I did.
I wanted more than anything to release his stiffness from its confines, but knew that I couldn’t without giving us away and ending the game completely. But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t fondle and massage it to my heart’s desire, as much as I dared.
I smirked, the thought of him coming moved to the forefront of my mind. I almost giggled thinking about if he had kicked his leg or bucked his hips beneath the desk, drawing attention to it all. But then I knew that wouldn’t have been in my best interest either.
I wanted more than playing with each other beneath a desk.
I wanted to have him; and I wanted him to have me.
I didn’t want to ruin it all by giving us away and ruining the mood.
Derek coughed, drawing attention from the three men, which caused me to halt what I was doing. “Are the two of you sick with something?” the man speaking asked. “I always get sick at the same time as my assistant, too—so much close contact.” The man was serious, but he had no idea how funny it was to me. Close contact was definitely happening, but it wasn’t work-related.
“Yeah w-we work together constantly; that’s why we’re so scattered today, I think,” Derek said, his voice almost giving him away as it quaked and shook in ecstasy. I could tell that he was desperate to climax, but so was I—especially when he continued to massage my enlarged, throbbing nub in small, hurried circles.
It felt so good as he continued assaulting my clit with the wonderment
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