Billionaire Beast

“That’s it,” she says. “Keep doing that and we might just hit my goal for the afternoon.”

She lies down completely on my desk, and I can see her arms stretching above her head as I massage her clit with my tongue and work another finger inside of her.

“How quiet do I have to be?” she asks.

“Pretty quiet,” I tell her. “Yuri won’t be back for a while, but this office isn’t soundproof.”

“Good to know,” she says, and I can’t be sure she’s not planning on yelling something like “Fuck me harder, doc,” when my guard is down.

Still, I persist.

Grace lifts her legs and puts her feet on my desk, spreading her thighs open a little further.

Her lower lips are glistening with a mixture of my saliva and her wetness, and as my fingers find and rub her G-spot, I take her clit between my lips, licking and sucking her.

Grace’s legs start going, but I have to lean back for a moment to remove my tie with my dry hand.

“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her head to look at me. When she sees me pulling the tie from around my neck, she just says, “Oh,” and lays her head back down.

I set the tie on my desk next to Grace, and I’m starting to wonder if my office is going to smell like sex when my next appointment arrives.

It’s only a fleeting concern.

With my mouth back on her and my fingers having never left her crease, Grace’s legs start shaking again, and this time, I can take her all the way. She is rocking her hips against my mouth, and I’m delighting in how quickly I can bring her to ecstasy.

Out of nowhere, one of Grace’s hands shoots down to her side, and she grabs my tie. She’s so close, I don’t lift my head, but in a moment, her reasoning becomes clear enough as I can hear the muffled sounds of her building climax.

It’s a good thing I have a spare tie in my bottom desk drawer, although this particular scenario never crossed my mind when I decided to bring it in.

Grace’s hips are lifting and dropping with even more intensity now, and with a shudder, I can feel her wetness grow as her stomach tightens in front of me and her legs close in against the side of my head.

I run my free hand under her skirt and up her smooth stomach and play with one of her nipples as her body spasms on my desk.

A few seconds later, I can hear her spitting my tie out of her mouth, and I’m wondering what her plans are for when I put myself inside her. Maybe she’s not thinking that far ahead at the moment.

“Now,” she says. “You brought them, right?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, and I pull my fingers out of her to massage her clit as I open the top drawer and pull out the box of condoms and the dairy-free whipped cream can.

“You probably shouldn’t take my top off,” she says, “just pull down the front.”

It had already occurred to me that the more clothed we remain, the better. If Yuri comes back early and comes in the office, she might see Grace lying on my desk catching her breath, and she might even see me with my back to her as I put myself inside, but at least she’s not going to see her boss and her friend fucking on the desk.

“You got dairy-free?” Grace asks as she sits up to inspect the can of whipped cream.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “I thought that’s what you wanted me to get.”

“I hate dairy-free,” she says. “Looks like you’re going to be doing all the work on that one.”

“You’re just lazy.”

“Lazy? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“What if I’m not?” I ask, unzipping my pants.

“Then, I’ll just have to prove you wrong,” she says, and reaches through my zipper, somehow undoes the button on my boxers in one second or less, and pulls my cock out into the open air.

She leans forward, and I take a step back to give her enough room as she kisses my tip.