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Look, I want that report on my desk now. Not in the next couple of hours, not tomorrow, or the next day. Now." Chase ended the connection in the middle of the new advertising assistant's blabbering and apologizing, not interested in anything the inept man had to say.
Her short, manicured nails flew over her keyboard as she drafted the first marketing plan for the lucrative new account she knew was hers. All of her careful courting would pay off, and the position of president of marketing would be hers once she landed the multimillion-dollar deal.
One corner of her full, mauve-tinted lips hitched up in a smile. Euphoria enveloped her at the thought of occupying the large corner office with the breathtaking view of the downtown Dallas skyline that would come with the promotion.
A near orgasmic shudder of delight coursed through her body.
Her eyes were half-closed behind the small square-framed, designer glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and a sigh of pleasure escaped from between her pursed lips.
She removed one hand from the keyboard and lightly stroked a hand over the head of the man between her thighs as his head bobbed up and down and his gifted tongue softly lapped the inner lips of her vagina. Although her attention was fully on the screen of her computer, she continued to pet him, encouraging him silently to continue.
She released a very low moan when he captured her plump, blood-engorged clit and suckled it deep into his mouth. When he inserted a finger inside her moist core and pumped in and out, she closed her eyes, bit her fuller bottom lip, but didn't utter a word.
She'd become quite proficient at maintainingsilence when needed since her discovery of Javier and his spectacular tongue.
Under her desk, where no one could see -- if anyone were to enter her office unannounced, he licked and prodded her, stroked and suckled her cunt with hot delicious strokes, while his fingers delved deep into her core and withdrew her moisture.
He used her juices to rim the puckered hole of her anus, lightly stroking, but not daring to imbed his slender finger all the way inside, plying her pussy and ass until her body began to quake. Her limbs tensed, and the muscles in her vagina clamped in a painful constriction with her orgasm hovering, ready to break free.
But he was careful not to bring her to completion.
He knew better than to do that.
He'd learned over the course of the last months of their association that her release was not his to give.
She no longer had to forcibly move his greedy mouth as he devoured her creaming pussy, desperate to take her to the ultimate little death and to prove something she didn't require from him when she felt the beginnings of her orgasm unfurl.
He'd learned to read the signs her body made when she was dangerously close to orgasm.
She felt the tingling sensation begin to strum through her body, heralding that her release was near.
The walls of her pussy contracted and pulsed in a steady relentless beat, and her limbs began the fine trembling that signaled her body was ready to submit to orgasm.
She moaned, placing her hands in the thick, silky strands of his hair and ground against his face. As he licked her and suckled her clit so hard, her back arched sharply away from her chair with every slick press of his tongue.
"Enough!" She barked the words softly, yet his marauding tongue refused to obey. With an expertise that made her bite the inside of her cheek to prevent a scream from releasing, he hollowed out his tongue and shoved it deep into her creaming core.
Chase's eyes flew open as realization dawned on how close she was, how close he had been, to making her come.
"Enough, goddamn it." She forcibly stopped her orgasm. Her jaw clenched and tightened as she fought for control. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she grasped handfuls of his hair, pulling his head from between her thighs.
She stared down at him angrily as he sat crouched between her thighs with the evidence of his oral activities smeared over his face.
His breathing was uneven, and his eyes glittered almost maniacally with a look she'd never seen before. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, too quick for her to catalogue and process its meaning.
"Bring the bag," she bit out the words, licking dry lips. Her breathing was labored and harsh, mimicking his as she fought to bring her body back under control.
She pushed away from her desk, and her chair nearly toppled with the force. But she ignored it as she strode around the desk. Her eyes quickly moved to the closed door, making sure the lock was in place before she turned back to Javier.
With her eyes narrowed, she waited for him to bring the small, pink bag to her and withdraw the contents.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and husky. His eyes averted from hers in submission as he handed her the dainty beribboned bag.
"Look at me, Javier," she said in a tight, controlled voice.
When he turned around, she placed a long, slender finger beneath his chin, forcing him to look at her as she ran assessing eyes over his flushed, darkly handsome face, searching for a hint of what she thought she'd seen when she pushed him away.
"Look at me," she demanded again, gentling her voice.
For long moments, their gazes locked, his with a slight fear. She knew her gaze was unflinching and cold.
Slowly she moved her finger down his neck, circled the base of his throat with her long fingers, and applied a slight pressure, until he began to cough.
She smiled, knowing he enjoyed the power play as much as she. Once she asserted her dominance, Chase slowly released her hold.
She feathered her fingers down, past his hard, chiseled chest and stopped at the waistband of his slacks. She kept her eyes glued to his as she unfastened his pants, peeling the edges along the zipper aside and yanked them, along with his briefs, down the length of his legs.
After she removed the bag from his tightly clenched hands, she murmured, "Turn around."
His eyes were bright and shining, an anticipatory gleam in their dark depths as he licked his lips and did as she requested.
He placed both hands on the edge of the large, mahogany desk and lowered his head, braced himself, and waited.
Lifting her skirt, Chase deftly eased her panties down and attached the long, thick dildo to the harness she wore, nestling the base against her clit, snugly, and grasped him by his lean hips.
Separating the hard, muscled cheeks of his ass, she began to feed him her dick. A low growl of satisfaction came from her lips, accompanied by his moaning cries of welcome.
"Hold on, tight. This won't be easy," Chase promised darkly, her breath fanning the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.
She felt a fine tremor run over his body at her hot words of intent.
Without waiting for a response, her fingers tightened on his hips and drove into him in one deep stroke. Her lips pulled back in a feral grin when he gasped, his body arching sharply against the strength of her invasion.
Once the inner muscles of his walls relaxed, allowing her to press into him as far as she could, Chase allowed him no time to become accustomed to her length. Instead she began to move.
Flexing, surging, and plunging, she rolled her hips, plunging deep into his ass. The feel of the artificial dick spanking against her clit stimulated her and aroused her. As she glanced down at their joined bodies, the sight of her dick easing in and out of him as her hips moved against him aroused her even more.
With her legs braced far apart, she removed one hand from his hip and trailed it around to the front of his body, shoving the ends of his shirt aside to grasp his hard, thick rod in her hand.
She feathered her fingers over the turgid length of his shaft and back to his balls, lightly grasping the twin plum-like spheres in her hands. He moaned when she applied a slight pressure, rolling and massaging them in the palm of her hand before her hand dropped away.
She again grasped his cock in hand, circling the base with her thumb and middle finger, and lightly stroked up the length before using the pad of her thumb to swipe across the tiny eye in the center of the bulbous knob, wiping away his sticky pre-cum.
"Taste it," she encouraged.
After placing her thumb in his mouth, he did as she requested, suckling her thumb and making moaning sounds of delight as he licked her finger clean.
She laughed and removed her thumb from his greedy mouth and grasped his lean hips with both hands, fucking him in long strokes to his accompanying mewling cries of pleasure and pain, so interwoven they blended as one melodious cry of rapture.
Chase delivered a sharp, warning slap on the cheeks of his ass.
Immediately his guttural moans were quieted, becoming small whimpering sighs of pleasure even as he pushed back against her invasion.
Her hips moved with precision, surging in and out of him smoothly, the fire inside of her building, growing, with each drag and pull inside his clenching heat. Chase fucked him in sure, easy glides. He cried out, slamming his hips back against her mound, begging her to do him harder, deeper.
Yet she kept her strokes, slow, methodical.
She marinated in him in deliberate, slick strokes, ignoring his fervent moans as he accepted -- welcomed -- her thrusts, the muscled cheeks of his ass flexing and tensing as she rocked into him.
Chase felt so strong, so alive - so in control as she plunged in and out of Javier. The feeling of being buried deep inside of him was an addictive feeling, downright exhilarating.
She bit the lower rim of her lips to the point of pain, her breathing becoming harsher with each roll of her hips against him.
Her head snapped back, and the corded veins in her neck pulsed and throbbed as she felt her hovering orgasm threatening to break. Instead of pushing it away, as she had when he laved between her thighs, she reached for it.
When her orgasm was seconds from spilling over, she reached around his body with her hand. Gently, yet firmly, she cupped his balls, rolling the spheres in her hand until he released a harsh, keening moan.
She grasped his shaft, ran her hands down the length of the steely pipe, in quick, deadly succession, and he broke. His body jerked and spasmed as his cum -- thick, white and hot -- spewed like a geyser over her hand.
Chase grit her teeth, clenched her eyes tightly shut, and desperately held on to her control even as her orgasm slammed into her. Unable to hold back, the dam broke, and her cum overflowed, weakening her for that brief moment, so that she had to hang on to his hips as she delivered the last of her thrusts into his quaking body.
When it was over, she laid her chest over his heaving back, blanketing his body for that one moment at peace.
"Thank you," he whispered.
His body fully collapsed on the desk, and Chase's fingers loosened their death grip on his hips as she drew her body away from his.
"Why - why do you - ?" he panted, unable to finish the question as he lay spent and useless, his upper body sprawled on top of her desk.
She ignored his question. She knew he loved having her fat dick working his ass as much as she loved giving it to him.
"Ms. Davidson." Chase's eyes narrowed as she listened to her assistant's voice come over the small discreet intercom on her desk. "I'm sorry to interrupt your - lunch."
"What is it, Christine?"
"Your presence has been requested in the boardroom as soon as you're able."
"I'll be right there," she replied, smoothly easing out of Javier.
She reached inside the dainty, pink bag to lift out a pre-moistened tissue. Carefully she wiped the length of the dildo and tossed the used wipe in the trash bin under her desk before placing the dildo back inside the bag.
She moved away from the prostrate man, deftly removed the harness from her hips, and placed it in one of the drawers of her desk before skimming her hands down the length of her body and tugging her skirt into place.
Turning to look at her reflection in the small, wall-mounted mirror, she quickly pulled out another desk drawer, withdrew her lipstick, and ran the tinted, bulbous end over her lips before placing it back in the drawer.
She rubbed her lips together, then raised her hands to her hair, smoothing away errant strands that had escaped the tight chignon secured at the nape of her neck.
Once satisfied with her appearance, she lifted her leather carryall, hooked the strap over her shoulder, and walked toward the door.
With her hand on the knob, she turned back around. Javier had gotten up from his prone position and was fumbling with his slacks.
"Don't ever forget who's in control. If you do that again, I won't go so easy on you the next time," she said, letting him know that she was aware of his transgression. Had she not stopped him, he would have brought her to orgasm.
Even from the distance she was from him, she could see his olive-tinted face blanch and a fine tremor course over his body in response to her threat.
With a smile of satisfaction, she turned and left.
© 2009 by Kimberly Kaye Terry