inch of him.
I’d never had someone enter me while I was still coming, and it drove me wild. Frenzied, I thrust forward, taking him as deep as possible. Kentaro’s groan worked its way past my moans, and I opened my eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he looked into my face and said, “ Itte choudai. ” He grabbed my neck, forcing me to make eye contact and demanded, “Come for me.”
The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and within seconds, my pussy released the built up tension, constricting so tight, I worried about Kentaro. My cunt slammed together, pulsating, quivering, exploding. My screams matched the intensity. Shudder after shudder racked my body. My heels dug into Kentaro’s ass. My fingernails pierced the skin of his back.
Bright lights flickered in my peripheral vision. My entire body convulsed. The surprised look on Kentaro’s face was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.
Total peace, floating on air, warm, comfortable, smiling. Oh, so delicious. Then, red sharp pain. Trying to ignore that, I focused on floating. Then someone called my name from a distance.
Slap!
“Natalie!”
My eyes flew open. “What the hell?” I looked around. I was on a black couch, sitting next to a naked Kentaro who wore the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen.
“What…”
With another grin and a smug expression, he said, “You came so hard you passed out.”
I felt my entire body slip into blush mode. “I did not.”
“Babe, you did.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned in total embarrassment and buried my face in my hands. How pathetic? Poor girl hasn’t been laid in so long she passed out.
I shook my head. If that was the case, then I would’ve passed out with Jenn. This was simply pathetic.
Kentaro reached for my hands and removed them from my face, forcing me to look at him. The expression in his eyes wasn’t one of pity or ridicule. It was one of caring and possibly a little bit of pride. “Natalie, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then with a slight blush, he asked, “Do you do that every time?”
Oh, how I wanted to lie, to say it happened every time. Don’t feel special, big guy. But lying had never been one of my better skills. “No. It’s a first for me.”
His cheeks reddened, and his grin grew enormous. “So, it was me?”
“Solely caused by planetary alignment.” I tried to joke my way out of it.
He glared. “Natalie, tell me the truth.”
“How about I show you?” I leaned forward to kiss him, but he held his hand up to stop me.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Why?” I looked at him. “You don’t need your ego stroked.”
“The hell I don’t. Everyone needs their ego stroked.” He took my hand and rubbed circles on my palm with his thumb. “Please tell me.”
With a sigh, I relented. “Kentaro, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.” I pulled my hand from his grip and studied it as I continued. “I’ve had a crush on you since I started working here, and well…you’ve been in several of my fantasies.” I ignored his gasp of surprise. “I guess in this case reality is better than fantasy.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
I refused to look at him. Passing out from an orgasm wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as admitting I’d lusted after him for over a year. Pathetic indeed.
Black leather creaked as he repositioned himself to roll the condom off his still-erect penis and toss it on the floor next to his briefs.
I searched the room for something to cover myself with. My dress and his shirt were in my cubicle. Mr. Takahashi didn’t have any cozy, knitted afghans or throws in his ultra-modern office. As exposed as I felt sitting naked in front of Kentaro, it didn’t compare to the exposure I felt by admitting my attraction to him. I wrapped my arms across my chest.
Kentaro reached for my wrist and gently pulled my hand toward him. He placed it on his thigh and reached for my other hand. “Natalie, you’re
I’d never had someone enter me while I was still coming, and it drove me wild. Frenzied, I thrust forward, taking him as deep as possible. Kentaro’s groan worked its way past my moans, and I opened my eyes.
Gritting his teeth, he looked into my face and said, “ Itte choudai. ” He grabbed my neck, forcing me to make eye contact and demanded, “Come for me.”
The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me, and within seconds, my pussy released the built up tension, constricting so tight, I worried about Kentaro. My cunt slammed together, pulsating, quivering, exploding. My screams matched the intensity. Shudder after shudder racked my body. My heels dug into Kentaro’s ass. My fingernails pierced the skin of his back.
Bright lights flickered in my peripheral vision. My entire body convulsed. The surprised look on Kentaro’s face was the last thing I remembered before everything went black.
Total peace, floating on air, warm, comfortable, smiling. Oh, so delicious. Then, red sharp pain. Trying to ignore that, I focused on floating. Then someone called my name from a distance.
Slap!
“Natalie!”
My eyes flew open. “What the hell?” I looked around. I was on a black couch, sitting next to a naked Kentaro who wore the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen.
“What…”
With another grin and a smug expression, he said, “You came so hard you passed out.”
I felt my entire body slip into blush mode. “I did not.”
“Babe, you did.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned in total embarrassment and buried my face in my hands. How pathetic? Poor girl hasn’t been laid in so long she passed out.
I shook my head. If that was the case, then I would’ve passed out with Jenn. This was simply pathetic.
Kentaro reached for my hands and removed them from my face, forcing me to look at him. The expression in his eyes wasn’t one of pity or ridicule. It was one of caring and possibly a little bit of pride. “Natalie, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Then with a slight blush, he asked, “Do you do that every time?”
Oh, how I wanted to lie, to say it happened every time. Don’t feel special, big guy. But lying had never been one of my better skills. “No. It’s a first for me.”
His cheeks reddened, and his grin grew enormous. “So, it was me?”
“Solely caused by planetary alignment.” I tried to joke my way out of it.
He glared. “Natalie, tell me the truth.”
“How about I show you?” I leaned forward to kiss him, but he held his hand up to stop me.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Why?” I looked at him. “You don’t need your ego stroked.”
“The hell I don’t. Everyone needs their ego stroked.” He took my hand and rubbed circles on my palm with his thumb. “Please tell me.”
With a sigh, I relented. “Kentaro, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.” I pulled my hand from his grip and studied it as I continued. “I’ve had a crush on you since I started working here, and well…you’ve been in several of my fantasies.” I ignored his gasp of surprise. “I guess in this case reality is better than fantasy.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
I refused to look at him. Passing out from an orgasm wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as admitting I’d lusted after him for over a year. Pathetic indeed.
Black leather creaked as he repositioned himself to roll the condom off his still-erect penis and toss it on the floor next to his briefs.
I searched the room for something to cover myself with. My dress and his shirt were in my cubicle. Mr. Takahashi didn’t have any cozy, knitted afghans or throws in his ultra-modern office. As exposed as I felt sitting naked in front of Kentaro, it didn’t compare to the exposure I felt by admitting my attraction to him. I wrapped my arms across my chest.
Kentaro reached for my wrist and gently pulled my hand toward him. He placed it on his thigh and reached for my other hand. “Natalie, you’re
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