Peak Energy by Afton Locke Page B

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    “It’s so wet, Jay,” she continued. “I think my panties are soaked. Will you check for me?”
    “Planets, Lorna,” he exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
    After the affliction had been cured, most women had stopped being so horny but not Lorna. A smile curved her lips. “Making you horny.”
    With all the willpower he could muster, he tried to force his hand off her leg and failed. He’d never felt anything so hot, soft and magnetic. It was stronger than gravity. She uncrossed her legs and parted them a little, releasing more energy and scent that elicited a blue cloud of male energy from his body.
    “I see my charms are finally working on you,” she said as she wiggled her sweet little butt on his papers. They made crinkling sounds as she wrinkled them but the space program was the last thing on his mind right now.
    She whimpered and cried out as he traced his hand higher, fondling the insides of her thighs.
    “You have such beautiful legs,” he told her.
    “That feels so good, Jay. Keep going. Higher. Higher. Rub my cunt. It aches for you.”
    “I think that’s high enough,” he said.
    Just the same, he flipped a switch on his console to lock the doors, undid several buttons on his fly and released his rock-stiff cock. There was no sign of the affliction now. Damn. He couldn’t seem to remove his hand from his cock either. Luckily, it was under his desk so she couldn’t see what he was doing.
    “What are you doing under there, Dr. Walters?” she asked, arching a dark, winged brow and wriggling closer to the edge of his desk so he’d have better access to her core.
    “N-nothing,” he muttered, feeling too animalistic right now to talk. His left hand traveled up her trembling thigh and his right hand contracted around his cock when he reached the edge of a very wet pair of panties. Pre-seminal fluid leaked on his trembling fingers.
    “You are wet,” he said as he traced his index finger over the thin, silky barrier encasing her cunt. Through the soaked fabric, he could feel the outline of her labia and the bump of her erect clit.
    When he flicked his finger over her clit, she yelled out, so he clapped his other hand over her mouth without thinking—the hand that had been on his cock.
    She licked his fingers, her hot, wet tongue setting off little explosions inside the nerves of his hand. “You are doing something under there.”
    “Getting hard,” he said in a raspy voice unlike his own. “Please try to be quieter.”
    She grinned as she reached under her dress, pulled off her wet panties and threw them over the planetary monitor.
    “Does that mean you’ll fuck me?” she asked.
    He sighed. There was nothing he’d like better than to push his aching cock under her dress and burrow into her hot center. He could hardly believe he’d let himself go this far. The hum of equipment and voices of people passing down the hall reminded him he was at work.
    “Logan will be back any minute,” he protested. “We can’t.”
    Still perched on his desk, she arched her back and parted her legs, revealing her beautiful, bare cunt to him as if it were a work project—the sexiest project he ever worked on. He wasn’t surprised to find her pussy shaved except for an enticing triangle of short, dark hair above her puffy labia and protruding clit.
    Just as he’d imagined, cream glistened on her folds. The way she offered herself to him made him feel as if he were the only man on the planet. This had to be a dream. Please don’t let me wake up. He needed this. Planets, he hadn’t even realized how much he’d needed this, needed her.
    He had to fuck her. Maybe not today but sometime. If he didn’t, that vision of perfection would haunt him for the rest of his life. He’d always wonder what if. Maybe then she would stop throwing herself at him. Disappointment washed over his head like cold water when he thought of that.
    “Make me come, Jay. Please? I’m so hot from seeing your