Page 47 of Beck and Call

"Oh is that all?" she scoffed.

I moved her hair to one shoulder, exposing the side of her neck. I let my finger trace the smooth skin there, and without thinking she leaned her head revealing more of it. "Hardly," I said in a low voice.

"Why?" she whispered.

I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled her head back against my chest. My lips followed the same path as my finger. "Why do I want to see those pretty lips around my cock? Is that really something you need me to answer?"

Her breathing shuddered. "Why now?"

"Last week was an aberration. You've been avoiding me all weekend. It's driving me insane."

"So you'll bring me to heel in your office? Order me to my knees and punish me?"

"I will never punish you, but there are plenty of ways to gain your submission."

"Yeah, like what?" She was trying to be tough, but her breathing sped up and turned more shallow.

"Your body betrays you." My hands slipped down her front as I slowly unbuttoned her silk blouse.

The pale pink garment had a bow at the throat, which was easily untied. The tiny pearlescent buttons presented a bigger problem for my large hands, but I managed to slip them through their openings without too much trouble.

Her chest heaved as I coaxed the shirt and her suit jacket to slide free from her body. Next I worked the zipper down on her knee-length pencil skirt. Since it extended the entire length of the skirt it fell immediately to the floor.

She was quite the vision standing in the middle of my office in pale pink lingerie and grey suede pumps. This would only work if she was turned on and aching for my touch. I needed to shut off her brain and let her body take over for a while.

I unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. When the cool air of my office hit her skin, her nipples pebbled. Pulling her against me I kneaded her breast, plucking at her rosy peaks. My other hand slid down her flat stomach and under the waist of her panties.

Finally, she settled into my embrace. My finger stroked her clit, at first slowly, then building in pressure and speed until little whimpers began to escape her.

I knew she would do anything for me to finish her, but I had been without her for a week, and wouldn't last in my current state of arousal.

Pulling my hand away she made a pout of protest. "On your knees," I demanded. I could hear the roughness of need in my voice.

She immediately dropped to her knees. My hands shook as I worked off my dress shirt and tie. Next I undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. Freeing my cock, I fisted myself a few times, watching her eyes turn glassy with want.

"Open."

Her plump lips slid over the engorged head of my dick, and the wet heat made my eyes roll back in my head.

Fisting my hand back in her chestnut locks, I helped guide her movements. Her green and gold gaze watched me, and she grew bolder with her tongue as she saw me come undone.

I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, and she pulled away. Her hand closed around the base, because I was too big for her to take without going deep inside her throat. I encouraged her to speed up, and she took over increasing the pressure and suction as she pumped my shaft into her hot mouth.

Fire raced up my balls, and spread across my spine. My hand tightened in her hair, which was the only warning I was capable of before I was coming hard into her mouth.

She swallowed and blinked up at me. Her tits heaved and she clenched her thighs together, but she waited for me to instruct her.

My knees threatened to buckle, but seeing her submitting to my demands made me start to harden again. I was close to forty, but she reduced me to a horny teenager again.

"Go over to my desk." She accepted my hand and let me help her off the floor.

Watching her ass sway as she walked across my office was sweet torture. I started to stalk her as she moved toward my desk.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked. My voice was gruff with desire and irritation.

"Furious," her voice was breathy, but her eyes were still wary.

I slid one hand into her panties. A soft whimper escaped her as my finger circled her clit. I nipped at her neck. "You don't feel mad."

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