Page 22 of In Charge

“Yes.” She grabbed the hem of her sweater and stripped it over her head. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her plump, perfect breasts pushed together by a pale pink lacy bra. Fuck, her breasts are gorgeous. I couldn’t wait to release them and taste her nipples.

“Maya.” I rested my forehead on hers and breathed in her scent—sweet vanilla. “You smell so good.” I nuzzled my face in her neck and kissed a trail to her cleavage, but she pushed me away. Disappointment washed over me, and the fear returned. I thought maybe I’d read her wrong, but her lust-filled eyes said otherwise. “Tell me what you want, Maya.”

She grinned and pressed her hand against my cock. “How about I show you what I want, Mr. Pennington,” she said in a low, throaty voice that almost made me come right there.

She hopped off her desk and grabbed my waistband. Before my brain registered what she was doing, my pants were unbuttoned and pushed down to my knees. “This time, I’m in charge, Mr. Pennington.”

“Keep calling me that, and I’ll show you who’s in charge.” I both hated and loved when she called me by that name. It did something to me that made me want to fuck her more, harder, and claim her as my own. I reached around to unfasten her bra, but she pulled away. “Are you teasing me?”

She shook her head no with a smile. “Relax, Mr. Pennington. You’ll get your turn.”

Before I could respond, her hand brushed up the length of my cock, and she was on her knees.

“Fuck, Maya.” She hadn’t even taken me into her mouth yet, but the closeness of her lips made me shiver. In soft, slow movements, she kissed the length of my cock starting at the base and working her way up to the tip. Her lips parted and took me in. She slowly moved her tongue around my tip, and I almost lost it right then.

“Oh, Maya,” I moaned as she took more of me into her mouth. Her soft lips felt absolutely amazing brushing up and down my length. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she took me deeper and sucked hard. “Fuck. You’re amazing.”

She continued working me by rotating between soft, gentle strokes with her tongue and aggressive, hungry sucks at my tip. “Dammit, Maya. I can’t take much more.” I was losing my balance and needed something to hang onto. I grabbed hold of the back of her head, wrapping my fingers around her bun. I wanted her hair down, but I couldn’t think well enough to get my fingers to work. She must have listened to my cry because she worked me deeper and harder. I was so close, too close to coming. I couldn’t stop my body from moving with her mouth. She pressed her hands against my ass and refused to let me go.

That was it, I lost it. My head spun and I came. She took all of me, every ounce, and didn’t let go until I had nothing left.

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