Corporate Temptress

“That’s right.” Her smile was pure sin. “I want you to play with my pussy and make me come.” Is this woman for real? “Are you up to the task, Evan?”

She certainly wasn’t screwing around and she didn’t have to ask him twice. He’d craved to taste her on his tongue, get her scent memorized and lick every square inch of her.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them in a few strides. Yet he also recognized her continuing game. A dominant woman she may be, but he wasn’t a submissive man. While he loved her teasing him this way, her blunt proposal was only accepted because he wanted this.

Once in front of her, he cupped her chin, angling her head back so it lay against the headrest. “Just so we’re clear, what’s the task? Do you want to come or to be pleasured?”

His question seemed to surprise her, since her eyes widened. Her lips parted once before they closed, then she gave a wicked grin. “I’m not aware of a difference.”

He tsked. “Poor woman, then.” He raised his fingers to her mouth, sliding along her bottom lip until she opened, then he pushed his two fingers between those soft lips until they rested on her tongue to moisten them. “There’s a difference, believe me.”

After she coated his fingers with her saliva, he pulled them from the sweet mouth that he fully intended on fucking by night’s end. Placing the other hand on her shoulder, he pinned her and lowered his fingers to her pussy.

Her wet cunt easily accepted him, stretching as he settled his two fingers in deep, angling them in the perfect spot to prove his point that she’d met her match tonight.

Forcing her to stay put with his fingers in her tight heat and hand on her shoulder, he grinned. “Best I show you, just so you know the difference.”

Her curious gaze deepened. “Tell me…”

He didn’t let her finish before he used all the strength behind his muscles to thrust, up and down, fast and hard. Her pussy went into convulsions around his fingers. Her head flew back, hitting the headrest, and she shouted her pleasure with no restraint. And that pleased him.

Within mere seconds, wetness increased on his fingers, and all that beautiful noise she made cut off as her pussy clamped against him, so tight that each move was more forced than the last. Her arousal glistened against her thighs, spreading down over his palm as she erupted into a stunning orgasm. The more he thrust, the more her sweet juices told him he’d satisfied this woman to her very bones.

Once she crashed from her climax, her pussy released him, leaving a delightfully wet cunt. He withdrew his fingers and ran his soaking touch down her thigh, allowing her to feel what he’d done to her.

“That, Brooke, is making you come.” He dropped to his knees, amused that her head remained tipped back and she still hadn’t looked at him, totally breathless. The control he sought he now owned.

As he leaned in, the musky scent of her cum engulfed him and his dick twitched. Taking a huge breath to inhale the aroma, he licked those swollen lips. She startled at the first swipe of his tongue, as she clearly hadn’t recovered from the orgasm.

Her hands slid across his buzz-cut hair and he all but growled against her scorching flesh. “Place your hands on the armrests.” He kept his mouth close to entice her, but glanced up, as she stared down at him. “Do. Not. Move.”

A flare rushed through her gaze and he loved knowing he put it there. A woman who loved control, who no doubt would fight him for it in every regard and didn’t enjoy being told what to do, but he welcomed the challenge.

After she complied, he licked her hot, silky flesh, and her womanly tang made him groan. He slid his tongue low to taste her cum, to draw what he’d brought forth into his mouth, and the woman tasted as good as she sounded when she gave him that release.

He placed his hands on her thighs, raised her legs even farther onto the armrests and pulled her bottom out to spread her wide. As he tickled those nether lips with light flicks, she gasped and panted, squirming beneath him.

Lovely.

When she tried to thrust against his mouth to bring herself to another release, he stayed away from her clit to tease her. For all the teasing she’d done to him, the woman deserved it.

Her deep pants drifted across him, and at a quick glance, he noticed she gripped the armrests with a death hold, her knuckles white. His gaze skimmed up her rounded stomach, then to her breasts spilling out of her bra. After a long lick from the very bottom of her pussy right to top, he backed away. “Play with your breasts.”

Never, not once in his life, had he ever asked a woman to do such a thing. But he’d never been with a woman like Brooke. A bold woman who he had no doubt would do as he instructed.

With a grin that made his balls heavy, she pulled the cups of the bra under each breast, exposing beautiful tits. Not perky, sitting high and young, but stunning breasts that showed the woman was exactly that: a fine display of sexy, confident, thirty-five year-old.

She squeezed her tits in her fingers before she slid closer to her nipples, pinching each one. Her gaze darkened as she tweaked and pulled, indicating to him she loved a little force and if he gave the woman a harsh slap on her ass, she’d revel in it.

“Does this please you?” she whispered.

Fuck yeah!

Instead of answering her, he placed his tongue right back on her cunt to speak his approval and he noted that she’d dampened some. Clearly she enjoyed that he watched her play with herself.

Christ, he loved it too.

His cock ached, desperate for any type of touch, and he couldn’t hold back. As he continued to lick her soft folds, he rubbed his cock through his pants. He’d never been so hard. Keeping his eyes trained on her tits, he watched as she continued to pull at those tiny nipples extending into taut buds. Her eyes were closed, mouth parting as every swipe of his tongue had her arching for more.