Sugar

They shouldn’t be doing this.

There was still a lot of negotiations to do at work but right now, his cock was having a lot of other ideas, much more fun ideas.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sugar said.

She made no move to fight him.

“Why not?”

“We’re working together.”

“That doesn’t matter, not with how I feel for you,” he said. He still held her hands above her head. Pressing his cock against her, this time he moaned. “You feel that? I want you so damn badly I can’t think straight. I’ve wanted you for a long time. So long. That first day, I wanted you.”

She chuckled. “Please. You just wanted someone to care for your dog.”

“Not just that. I wanted you.” Keeping both of her hands locked above her head with only one of his, he slowly slid his fingers down her body, cupping her large tit. The beaded nipple pressed against his palm. “You want me, Sugar. Why deny yourself that pleasure?”

“Because of work.”

“Work is just work.” He could see the hesitation and worry on her face. “This is real.”

“This is crossing lines,” she whispered.

“How about we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?” she asked.

“The kind that means no one has to know. It can be our little secret, Sugar.” He didn’t want this to be a secret. He wanted to tell everyone that she was his. But if that made her feel better, more confident and less worried, he’d do what she wanted.

He moved his hand down her body, cupping her pussy. The denim shorts she wore annoyed him. He wanted her in skirts so that he could touch her easily without anything between them. Through the shorts, he felt the warmth of her pussy. He wondered how wet he’d be able to get her.

So slick to cover his cock.

She let out another moan.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this. In the boardroom, we’re nothing to each other, but here, I want you, Sugar. I know you want me too. Come on, live dangerously.”

He leaned in and sucked on the flesh above her pulse.

The scream she released filled the air, echoed off the walls, and he knew he had her.

“Then touch me. Stop teasing me and touch me.”

He didn’t need to be told again. Releasing her hands, he started to attack her shirt. Her hands were on him, peeling away his too. In record time they both stood in their underwear. She wore a pair of black lacy panties while he had on a pair of boxer briefs.

She reached out, touching his cock.

His dick pressed against the front of his boxer briefs, wanting out. He wanted inside her.

Taking her arm, he placed it behind her back and slammed his lips down on hers. She moaned and he licked his tongue across her mouth and she opened up. He didn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he trailed his lips down her body, sucking on her nipple through the lace of the bra before moving on to the next one.

When that wasn’t enough, he tugged the straps of her bra down her shoulders until her tits spilled out of the cups. He pressed them together, taking each of her nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over the beaded nipples.

He let her tits go and slid his hands down to her waist before dipping down to cup her pussy. He tapped her feet, getting her to move them open and then he held her pussy in his hand.

Tugging the fabric of her panties out of the way, he tore them from her body and slid a finger through her slit. Finding her clit, he stroked over her nub before moving down to fill her pussy. She was soaking wet. Adding a second finger, he felt how tight she was and he started to stretch her so that she’d be able to take his cock.

He knelt down at her feet and stared up at her dark-skinned body. She was so fucking beautiful.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He didn’t tell her, he showed her.

Lifting her leg up, he placed it over his shoulder. She gave a gasp as he swiped his tongue through her slit. She was so wet and he intended to have her dripping before he sank his dick inside her. What he didn’t know was if he wanted to let her come now or when he was balls deep inside her.

She’d be so tight wrapped around his dick. The temptation was there but as he plunged inside her, pulling his tongue back to flick against her clit, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop. He wanted to taste her cream. Feel her tight around him. Pulling his cock from his boxers, he ran his fingers up and down the length.

Sucking on her clit, he heard her moan and her pussy tightened on his fingers. One of his hands was wrapped around his dick and the other was inside her, thrusting in and out.