Stalked – Curvy Women Wanted

“I’ve never done this.”

“I know.” It’s one of the many reasons why he loved her. What he knew he had to do, was move … slowly.

Or slow-ish.

He didn’t want to scare her away. That was the last thing he would ever want to do.

Touching her waist, he felt her full hips, and couldn’t resist pressing his body tight against her.

She let out a moan, and boy, was it sweet music. He fucking loved it, relished it, and wanted more of it. Tilting her head back, he kissed her again, this time, tracing across her full lips before plunging inside. She moaned his name, wrapping her arms around his neck, her body going flush with his.

Stroking down to her ass, he gripped the flesh, drawing her leg up over his hip, grinding his dick close to her pussy. It wouldn’t be so hard to fuck her right now. He’d been fantasizing about tasting her pretty pussy for months. What would be the harm in having a taste now?

He kicked his office door shut and moved her back toward his desk.

“What are you doing?”

He broke from the kiss, trailing down to her neck, sucking on her pulse. She whimpered his name, and it was sweet fucking heaven.

He really couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to her. Wanted everything about her, to consume, to take, to own.

Flicking the catch of her jeans, he slid his hand inside, teasing the band of her panties.

“I want to taste you,” he said.

“I’ve never…”

“I know, and I fucking love that I’m going to be your first, and your only. I’m going to drive you wild, and you’re going to love every single second of it. I promise.”

He pulled her jeans down toward her knees, taking her shoes off, and also drawing her panties down as well.

She wasn’t fighting him. Her face had a nice flush, and her tits were heaving with each indrawn breath.

“Trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

He gripped her knees and spread open her thighs. Finally, he looked at her cunt, and his mouth watered for a taste. Sliding his fingers up the inside of her legs, he touched her pussy.

She gasped.

“A little sensitive?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to watch me, Emily. This pussy, this body, it all belongs to me, and I’m not going to let you miss a single moment of pleasure.”

“You don’t have to do this,” she said.

“I want to.”

He’d been waiting a long time, and now he had her exactly where he wanted her. He made a mental note to send Nancy a nice, big, fat bonus this Christmas.

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OMG!!! My pants are off. My boss’s head is between my legs.

This is incredible.

He’s going to lick my pussy.

This is … wow!

Emily cried out as his tongue stroked across her clit. A virgin she may be, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t researched or hunted down some dirty scenes on the internet. She was curious after all, and had needs.

The way his tongue teased down her slit, then back up to circle her clit before sucking her into his mouth, she didn’t know if she was ever going to survive the pleasure. It was intense.

Whenever she closed her eyes, he gave her thigh a little pinch. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to have her look at him.

“Eyes on me at all times,” he said.

She had no intention of looking away again. Her gaze focused on him. Intent.

It felt so good.

She was so close to coming as well.

As his tongue flicked back and forth, the building of her orgasm seemed to spiral, getting harder and harder for her to deny or ignore. It was intense, more than she could have ever dreamed, and when he pushed her over the edge, she screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls, consuming her.

She expected James to be finished.

Only, he kept on licking her pussy.

The pleasure was too much. Her orgasm pushed forward, and before she even knew what was happening, he’d sent her into a second orgasm within a matter of seconds.

His name was a constant out of her mouth, and she screamed it loudly, wanting more, hungry for more.

The office door opened, and James stood up, covering her. “Get the fuck out of my office, right now.”

The pleasure ebbed away, making way for sheer panic.

Someone had stepped into the office and had seen her. How could she ever leave James’s office or do her job again?

The door closed, and James looked down at her. His face still glistened from her pussy.

“Sorry about that. I will make sure it never happens again,” he said, stroking her face.

“It’s fine.”

“No, only I get to see you.”

“I’m going to have to get used to this,” she said, smiling. “It seems a little crazy to think of us together like this.”

“You’ll need to get used to it. It’s going to be happening a whole lot of the time.”