Corporate Temptress

He swallowed hard at the alluring nature of her voice. More so when she ran that soap over his dick and carried on under his balls to the soft, sensitive area behind. With her fingernail, she traced a path from front to back and his knees buckled. He’d always been a come once and go to sleep type of man, but this woman wouldn’t stand for it. By all appearances, she knew exactly how to make sure she roused him again.

With her nail tracing under his balls, she gathered his testicles, bringing them up to rest against the base of his semi-hard cock. “Hmm…needs more soap, I think. You’re still all dirty, aren’t you, Evan?” The wicked glint in her eye declared she liked that idea.

After adding more soap to her hand, she grasped his semi-erection and stroked him. In less than three rubs, he stood at full attention, his mind filling with images of taking her against the shower wall.

“There we go,” she purred. “All hard for me.” She raised her hand to his chest, where she gave him a push.

The water instantly engulfed him, washing away the soap. He leaned his head back, allowing the wetness to spread over his face and run down his torso to land on his cock. Damn, that felt good.

Without thought and in total need, he wrapped his hand around himself and gave a few strokes as the water added a delicious lubricant. Then a clicking sound interrupted him and drew him out of his pleasure.

He now stood in the shower alone.

Incorrigible woman.

Chuckling, he turned off the water, ran his hand over his hair to remove the excess water and exited the shower. He grabbed a towel that rested on the edge of the bathtub and dried off quickly.

After dropping the towel on the floor, he went to find the smart woman. She always kept him guessing, chasing after her and didn’t let him plan anything because she was already a step ahead of him.

When he entered the bedroom, he found her standing by the bed, which was stripped of the blankets. They now rested in a heap on the floor with the pillows, and all that remained was a black satin sheet.

His gaze lifted back to hers and she had his navy blue-striped tie in his hands, twirling it within her fingers. “Ready for more?”

“Always,” he stated.

She released the tie from her fingers, wagging it in front of her, wearing nothing less than a smile to make a man want to beg at her feet. “Wanna play?”

He looked at her hands again then b

ack up into her playful gaze. “With the tie?”

“Mm-hm.”

It crossed his mind to tie her up instead, but the thought died. Giving her that little bit of control had proved to be worth his while and he wasn’t stupid. If this woman wanted to worship him for a time, he’d allow it. Besides, he’d never been tied up before and the images playing in his head were enough to force his compliance.

For now, he’d play along. “Where do you want me?”

“On the bed.” The tie was now draped around her neck, dangling between her tits, and she’d removed the elastic from her hair, making her dark hair a stunning contrast to her creamy skin. “Grab the headboard with your hands.”

After he settled on the mattress, he grasped the cool metal-bar headboard, the back of his hands resting on the bar below. Brooke joined him by placing one knee onto the bed then crawled toward him as though she were a sexy kitten. Once over top of him, she pulled his wrists closer together then wrapped his hands skillfully in his tie. After she fastened a knot, he tested the restraint and gave a yank, but she’d locked him up good. He wouldn’t get out of that hold and that excited him more than he thought it would.

Sliding her leg over his middle, she straddled him and her pussy pressed onto his stomach. He wondered if the dampness was from her shower. But after she ground herself against him, he realized her moisture was pure arousal in its wonderfully silky form.

With those hips swaying back and forth, he finally had what he craved. This woman grinding herself all over his body, and when she leaned down, placing her tits onto his chest, he groaned.

Her mouth met his and he parted his lips as she shoved in her tongue, controlling the kiss. For now, he’d allow her the right to overpower him. Having the roles switched wasn’t putting him out any. Not that he had much choice in the matter, considering he was trapped to the headboard.

Soft, excited noises spilled from her lips as she deepened the kiss. She moved herself all over him in a forceful manner, either to entice him or fulfill a need in her, he didn’t much care what it was. This, he didn’t want to end.

To his disappointment, it did.

After a firm bite on his bottom lip, making him moan, she backed away and she wiggled off him. She approached the end table, took out a foil wrapper then returned. In a swift move, the condom was out of the packaging and she had slid it over his shaft.

Without so much as a hitch in her movements, she straddled his waist again. Her hot cunt found his straining cock head and she lowered down onto him. The sigh she offered equaled his deep groan. Her hands went straight to those huge tits and she squeezed her nipples, giving him one hell of a view.

“Christ, Brooke.” He grunted.

With a wicked glint in her eye, she took him in all the way to the hilt and his eyes closed for a split second while he got lost in her incredible pussy. All tight. Very wet. Totally his for the moment. But he snapped his eyes open, not wanting to lose sight of her. He wouldn’t deprive himself of the show.