replied, giving her an extra hard hunch. ‘I don’t have to explain anything.’
Her throaty laugh ended in a growl, and suddenly she was clawing and wrestling and kneeing until he yielded and she forced her way on top. She sat straddling him in the middle of the big table, leaning forward, pinning his arms over his head. Her impossibly tight nipples bounced temptingly at mouth level as she began to gyrate against him. Her bottom shifted and shoved, massaging his balls. With each rocking, each gyration they felt fuller and heavier, until they could barely contain their load.
Almost as though she knew just that, she tightened her already impossible grip and bore down until he cried out and began to thrust back in a frenzy, like the friction had lit fire that had to be quenched. It wasn’t just her hungry snatch sucking at his cock. It was everything – the smell of pussy and sweat and expensive perfume. The salty sweet aftertaste of her still on his tongue, the little grunts and cries she made that became growls with her expanding passion. The table trembled and creaked beneath them as they bucked and grunted ever harder.
‘This is it,’ she hissed between her teeth. ‘The ideal. Two alpha wolves coming together. It’s what you need. What we both need.’ The howl that escaped her throat wasn’t unlike that of a wolf as her whole body spasmed and shook with her orgasm.
The vibration of her, the trembling and convulsing of her, was more than he could take. He came hard. He came like he’d never stop, with her gripping him like she’d never let go.
The next morning, she was waiting for him in his office as usual. She wore a charcoal power suit, with matching stilettos. Her hair was scraped back in a no-nonsense ponytail. The briefcase of cordovan leather sat open on her lap. The alpha wolf was well-disguised, he thought. Then he reminded himself that he looked at least as dapper and well-disguised as she did. He offered her his best professional smile. ‘Good morning, Victoria.’
‘Good morning, Alan.’
He nodded to the briefcase. ‘What’s on the productivity agenda for today?’
She looked up at him over the top of her glasses. ‘It’s the files, Alan. I’ve been thinking about the files ever since you showed me your system.’ She leant forward and he caught a hint of lace pressed against the inside of her silk blouse. ‘This is not a job you need to be doing. Delegate it. You’re the boss. Your time is too valuable to spend being a glorified file clerk.’
‘All right. I can do that.’ As he shifted in the chair, the tight bulge in his pocket reminded him of one of her earlier lectures about not taking himself quite so seriously, and he smiled.
‘What?’
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the penis-shaped vibrator. ‘You forgot this in the conference room last night. Understandable under the circumstances.’
She offered him a crooked smile. A hint of a blush crawled up her throat as she took the vibrator from him. ‘Wouldn’t want to forget that, would I? After all, one never knows when it might be advantageous to come.’
He held her gaze as she slipped the vibrating cock into her briefcase. ‘One never knows, does one?’ He felt the familiar tightening in his trousers. Perhaps even the delegation of the filing was a task that might go better after a good come.
Flaws
‘I don’t do love spells,’ Sally Haddon said.
Mick gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. ‘Your website said you specialise in sex magic.’
‘Love spells aren’t necessarily sex magic.’ She crossed long legs and smoothed the flounces of a burgundy gypsy skirt over shapely thighs. She was a far cry from the old hag he’d expected.
‘But you don’t understand. Darlene isn’t like other women. I believe– no, I’m certain– we’re meant to be together.’
Sally moved to stand beside him, taking his chin in her hand, turning his head from side to side as though she were
Her throaty laugh ended in a growl, and suddenly she was clawing and wrestling and kneeing until he yielded and she forced her way on top. She sat straddling him in the middle of the big table, leaning forward, pinning his arms over his head. Her impossibly tight nipples bounced temptingly at mouth level as she began to gyrate against him. Her bottom shifted and shoved, massaging his balls. With each rocking, each gyration they felt fuller and heavier, until they could barely contain their load.
Almost as though she knew just that, she tightened her already impossible grip and bore down until he cried out and began to thrust back in a frenzy, like the friction had lit fire that had to be quenched. It wasn’t just her hungry snatch sucking at his cock. It was everything – the smell of pussy and sweat and expensive perfume. The salty sweet aftertaste of her still on his tongue, the little grunts and cries she made that became growls with her expanding passion. The table trembled and creaked beneath them as they bucked and grunted ever harder.
‘This is it,’ she hissed between her teeth. ‘The ideal. Two alpha wolves coming together. It’s what you need. What we both need.’ The howl that escaped her throat wasn’t unlike that of a wolf as her whole body spasmed and shook with her orgasm.
The vibration of her, the trembling and convulsing of her, was more than he could take. He came hard. He came like he’d never stop, with her gripping him like she’d never let go.
The next morning, she was waiting for him in his office as usual. She wore a charcoal power suit, with matching stilettos. Her hair was scraped back in a no-nonsense ponytail. The briefcase of cordovan leather sat open on her lap. The alpha wolf was well-disguised, he thought. Then he reminded himself that he looked at least as dapper and well-disguised as she did. He offered her his best professional smile. ‘Good morning, Victoria.’
‘Good morning, Alan.’
He nodded to the briefcase. ‘What’s on the productivity agenda for today?’
She looked up at him over the top of her glasses. ‘It’s the files, Alan. I’ve been thinking about the files ever since you showed me your system.’ She leant forward and he caught a hint of lace pressed against the inside of her silk blouse. ‘This is not a job you need to be doing. Delegate it. You’re the boss. Your time is too valuable to spend being a glorified file clerk.’
‘All right. I can do that.’ As he shifted in the chair, the tight bulge in his pocket reminded him of one of her earlier lectures about not taking himself quite so seriously, and he smiled.
‘What?’
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the penis-shaped vibrator. ‘You forgot this in the conference room last night. Understandable under the circumstances.’
She offered him a crooked smile. A hint of a blush crawled up her throat as she took the vibrator from him. ‘Wouldn’t want to forget that, would I? After all, one never knows when it might be advantageous to come.’
He held her gaze as she slipped the vibrating cock into her briefcase. ‘One never knows, does one?’ He felt the familiar tightening in his trousers. Perhaps even the delegation of the filing was a task that might go better after a good come.
Flaws
‘I don’t do love spells,’ Sally Haddon said.
Mick gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. ‘Your website said you specialise in sex magic.’
‘Love spells aren’t necessarily sex magic.’ She crossed long legs and smoothed the flounces of a burgundy gypsy skirt over shapely thighs. She was a far cry from the old hag he’d expected.
‘But you don’t understand. Darlene isn’t like other women. I believe– no, I’m certain– we’re meant to be together.’
Sally moved to stand beside him, taking his chin in her hand, turning his head from side to side as though she were
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