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“You think I’m going to let you?” she asked, still not making a move to push him away.

He slid his hand down, going beneath her sweatpants. She cried out as he touched her, cupping her pussy.

She whimpered.

“I feel you, baby. I really do. You’re hot and wet for me right now.” He slid his chair back. The sound echoed off the walls as he stood over her.

He pushed her panties aside and still, she let him, watching him. What was he going to do next?

She gasped as he slid a finger between her slit.

“I know you’re a virgin, Petra, so I’m going to go nice and slow. I’m going to take my time with you.” He slowly stroked across her clit and the pleasure was instant. She closed her eye and bit her lip.

“No, you don’t have to be quiet. I want to hear those sounds, baby. Let me hear it. Let me see it.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

He let her go, picking her up in his arms and carrying her across the kitchen, kicking open the dining room door. Within seconds, she was spread out on the table, her jeans off, and her panties torn from her body.

Part of her wanted to hate him, to tell him to fuck off, but the other wanted this.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he said. “Such a nice, wet pussy.”

She went to her elbows and watched as he sat down in the chair she usually sat at.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat at this table and imagined you just like this? I’ve wanted to lick your pussy so many times and show you how good it can be between us.”

“You’re crazy. You’ve never thought of me like that.”

“Yes, I have, and I love what I see.” His hands move to her thighs, keeping her open.

Slowly, he slid them up. “Now, I’m going to get to see how good you taste.”

“Drake, I’ve never done this,” she said.

“I know, and don’t you worry, I’m going to show you how good it can be between us.” He touched the lips of her pussy, holding her as he slid his tongue from her clit, down to her entrance, and then back up. She cried out, the instant hit of pleasure surprising her.

“Yeah, baby, you’re going to have to be prepared for more of that. I’m not done with you yet.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, using his teeth to bite down just a little to the point of pain. Then he soothed it out with his tongue and took her back into his mouth.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table, as she felt the start of her orgasm slowly beginning to build, driving her higher to her peak, but she didn’t fall over the edge.

Drake kept her there, stroking her pussy, using his fingers and tongue, and the intensity of it all was just a little too much.

All of a sudden, she was at the edge and she screamed his name, finally finding pleasure, something she had denied herself for a long time, but she came. And as she did, she knew she was never going to be the same again.

He held her close, drawing her into his lap and running the tips of his fingers down her back, distracting her. “I’ve got you, Petra. I’m not going to let go.”

She couldn’t do this. It was all too much. After climbing off his lap, she ran out of the room, not caring if her ass was showing as she made a run for it.

She climbed the stairs, and even with all the yoga she did, she was still out of breath by the time she made it to her room. Once she’d slammed the door closed, she stumbled back to her bed and sat down on the edge, panting.

What the hell had she just done?

Her body was … humming.

She wanted more. But she couldn’t allow herself to have more, could she?

He was a liar. He would be gone by morning. This was all it was going to be.

Getting to her feet, she went into her bathroom. She needed a shower to clear her head.

****

Drake gave her an hour. Enough time to clean away the dishes, wipe down the table, and bask in feeling her first orgasm. She clearly hadn’t been ready to come or hadn’t experienced it before.

Licking his lips, he wanted her again. His cock hadn’t diminished in its need either. He was hard as fucking rock, and it was just for her, only for her.

No woman had ever made him feel this way and it shocked him as well. There were plenty of women out there, and he’d fucked a great deal of them. He was no saint and never claimed to be either.

With the kitchen cleaned, he took one last check of the monitors. Not only did he have everything under control here, but he also had one of his colleagues checking for any suspicious activity on the perimeter as well.