Broken

“I have always wanted you and nothing has changed for me. I don’t mind performing for my supper. We need to find a way to coexist. Some couples can’t work together without coming to blows. I have ways to make things more exciting for the both of us. The office is going to become our secret love nest.” He could sing the tune, but I wasn’t sure he knew the steps to the dance he was proposing.

“I can’t be seen as your underling.” He touched the center of my sex and I felt my body respond to his eager ways.

“Don’t think about it. Take the office out of the equation. We’re here together. Nothing can take that away from us.” He was pulling me toward him and leaving a trail of my juices all the way down to my ankles.

I hunched up in my seat to look down at the light touch of his tongue moving in a straight line. He was reminding me of those times we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. It felt like forever, but this performance was putting him in a better light. His tongue was creating this warmth and igniting those nerve endings to make me open up willingly for his oral caress.

“You do make a compelling argument. Intimacy is nothing without the hot animalistic sex to go along with it. We’ve gotten away from that. I can’t begin to tell you how much you disappointed me. My words have done nothing to bring down the slow boil inside your pants. I should be insulted, but I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” I had long legs and he was taking his time traveling the route from my ankle to the source of where those juices were coming from.

“I’m suffocating inside these pants. Let me give it room to breathe.” He knew seeing it was going to make me thirsty for a taste.

It came into view with the large and imposing head sitting atop the long and demanding shaft. He gave it one stroke and the fuel of his desire bubbled to the surface. He used his thumb to slather it all over the head and then down the shaft with his own personal lubrication.

“It doesn’t look like you have forgotten what that does to me,” I told him a secret in confidence and he was using it against me.

“Your fascination for seeing a man jerk off is something hard to resist. I love the way that your eyes stare at me. My balls ache to shoot like a burning star. Don’t you see what you do to me every time that you walk by? Having you here seven days a week is going to make it necessary to grab you. There won’t be a surface we haven’t christened. I have a personal bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. There’s more than enough room for two.” The jets were calling my name, but the flicker of his tongue forced me to be in the present.

My lips separated with the injection of his oral instrument. The gripping walls of my persuasion pulled him in on the wake of a tremendous suction. I was having an outer body experience and couldn’t stop the sensation from making me float aimlessly in the air.

I heard the thwack of his hand manipulating his flesh for his own personal gain. It was a chorus of applause. One hand slapping some sense into his prominent region made me realize what a waste it would be. My legs shot out and I locked my ankles around his shoulders.

“You do have a wonderful way of making this up to me. This is a nightmare, but there is a silver lining. We have plenty of time to make up for the wasted opportunities in the past.” I was choking on the intense moment of release hitting me hard and fast.

I thrust my chest out and he purposely manhandled the ladies. The extra incentive pulled me into the gravity of my orgasm. I was left a wasted rag doll hanging over his shoulders. He paved the way by making me drip like a faucet. The blacksmith of his hand forged an opening to the gates.

It was a crying shame to leave him to his own devices. The right thing was to offer to give back, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He had his manhood wrapped in the tight enclosure of his fist leaking a heavy discharge of his premature ejaculation. I could barely open my eyes, but I could feel the warm head of his cock.

“I need you to understand how much I need you in my life. It hurts me to think of the lonely nights looking for you in the dark. A cold mattress is only going to make me yearn for something I had and lost.” He had the inside scoop by knowing what made my body tick.

“I will never feel like this for another man. They broke the mold when they made you. I was lucky to find you reading that book of sexual positions in the quad. I don’t know why I struck up a conversation with you. I was under your spell like I am

right now.” I took a hold of him by the base and began to feed him into the hungry kitty of my sex.

“This is what I’m talking about. I’ve never felt this kind of love before. Watching you swallow the whole thing with those lips clinging to the shaft makes me harder than I have ever been before.” I had my legs up on the table with my heels scratching along the surface.

My ass was on the edge of the chair and he was holding onto it to make sure I didn’t roll away. I had it bad and the medicine to cure me was hanging like a slab of beef between his legs. Bryce was given his fair share of inches to satisfy most women. I counted myself a lucky woman to find a specimen with a kind heart and body to keep me coming back for more.

The slippery surface of his knob came out and brushed the protrusion of my clit. He did that a few times. It made me moan loud enough to rattle the panes of glass in the office. I didn’t think it was possible to bear witness to an orgasm that left me twitching in the aftermath.

“I’m still angry, but I think I found a more productive way to work it out.” The momentum of his thrusts were lighting me up inside.

“Charlotte, this is a good way to kiss and make up for any past misdeeds. The furnace of my excitement is raging with hungry desire. I’m going to blow. It’s a matter of when it’s going to happen. I can feel the pressurized need building by the second. Steam is going to come out of my ears at the moment of the release.” I’d hunted down and captured him in the vise-like grip of my pussy.

The squeezing sensation he was feeling was partly due to the lingering effects of the orgasm he had given me. The rest was courtesy of my own need to see him weep like a little girl. The mechanism switched to the on position and the intensity of the discharge made me feel it all the way down to my core.

I had him in the boa constrictor of my thighs. It was deliciously evil to make him go through that kind of pleasurable punishment. His essence gurgled around the accompanying monument still deeply encased in my sex.

I pushed him away with my feet pressed up against his chest through his shirt. I was thinking about him and looking at his piece of pipe. There were some loud exclamations of pleasure. I grabbed him between my feet and jacked the rest of his load over my painted nails. He was completely at a loss for words.

“This is a nice way to convince me of your sincerity. I don’t know what you’re going to do for an encore. I can’t feel like a second fiddle in a business I gave my life to. The unfairness still rises like bile in my throat. Leaving is preferable to give us a fighting chance. I’m not sure if love is strong enough to withstand this obstacle.” Love wasn’t easy to come by and very few claimed that they found the one they were going to spend the rest of their lives with.

“Love will conquer everything. You can barely stand on your feet. That was a bit of relief, but I think that I can do you one better. Come back tomorrow. We are done for the day. I have devised a possible way for you to save face. I will have to run it up the flagpole, but I don’t think I’m going to get much resistance. They know what you bring to the company and they won’t want to lose you.” I was interested to learn what he had up his sleeve, but I needed some rest before tackling the subject matter at hand.

“You’ve always been a bit devious. Those weekly card games have the players at your mercy with your poker face. I’m glad to see you have brought some of that out to give you strength where you didn’t have it before.” I put on my jeans slowly to give him ideas.

I didn’t bother to look at him on the way out. It made me smile to see how hard he was working to make things right. The one thing missing was the sense of equality. I wanted to be a role model to those girls looking to break their own glass ceilings. The next generation depended on me and I wasn’t going to let them down.

Chapter six