Page 81 of Taste of Addiction

“What?”

“Don’t be coy. You heard me.”

I look at him through my eyelashes as he gets comfortable on the sofa and grips his cock in his hands as he waits for the show to start. I struggle to find a rhythm in my head that will help me remain graceful. By the need evident in Graham’s eyes, I am pretty sure I can do anything and he would find enjoyment in it.

I swirl my hips and saunter closer to him but stay out of reach of his touch. I turn around and bend to touch my knees and sway my body to the music in my head. I used to hate when he would make me “show off” but now I’ve come to enjoy the release. I feel empowered knowing that someone finds me this desirable. I don’t even have to try hard, and he will find anything I do sexy.

When I can no longer stand it, I turn back around and climb right up onto Graham’s lap and start grinding my panty-clad crotch onto his bare cock. His hand smacks my ass playfully, and I bear down harder onto him, rocking my hips back and forth—driving us both wild.

“You are such a fucking tease,” Graham bites out, reaching down between us to slide over the edge of my panties. “Lift up and sink down onto me. Show me how sopping wet your pussy is for me.”

I do as I’m told and enjoy it. He’s right. I love when he bosses me around. I get off to it. My body stretches to accommodate his size, and I close my eyes at the sensation of him filling me up. He thrusts upward, and my eyes flash open to catch his gaze. So many emotions are wrapped up in this one look. Need. Love. Desire. And most importantly—understanding.

Graham pumps upward into me as I push myself down. We keep this rhythm for several minutes before we both have had enough, and I squeeze my inner muscles to propel him into a powerful orgasm that rivals my own.

“Fuck, Angie!”

“Ahhh!”

“Yes. Give me it.”

His fingers grip my hips, and he moves me himself as another wave builds. His semi-hard cock regains its strength as he wrings out more pleasure from my body—even when I think I have no more to give. I want to stop. It feels too good.

It starts in my toes—that feeling of euphoria—and works its way to my core. My body tenses as he takes from me the last few ounces I have left to give. My body flops forward onto him, and my sweaty face melts into the side of his neck.

“How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m ready for a nap,” I say with a groan. “And the day isn’t even half over.”

“And I need to be ready for a meeting, when all I can concentrate on is how my dick smells like you. I don’t want to wash off your scent.”

I curl myself onto him like a little kitten, while he slips out of me as he softens. “I want to stay here like this. Just have your meeting here while I nap on you. I bet no one will notice.”

“Ha, I’m sure you’ll change your tune when you are greeted by a few dozen employees in about”—he shifts his arm from around me—“twenty minutes.”

“Don’t care.”

Graham’s chuckle makes me smile. I have so much fun with him that time seems to fly by. I don’t even have a chance to worry about all the struggles on my mind.

After several minutes, I lift my head and kiss Graham on the lips.

“So what’s the verdict?” he asks.

“Hmm?”

“Seems like you like to be bossed around outside the bedroom too.”

I give a weak shrug. “I think we need to conduct more research before we can draw an adequate conclusion.”

Graham growls with desire. I jump from his lap and dart across the room. I love teasing this man.

He stalks toward me as I take a stance behind his desk. “I’m going to be late. So, you better make it worth it.”

* * *

My sore body makes its way into the classroom for Human Behavior. Collins dropped me off right on time, despite Graham making it difficult for me to leave his office space. That man is insatiable. But so am I when it comes to him.

I make my way down the steps and find Bryce already in our usual seats. His pink shirt showing a llama wearing a Santa hat makes me laugh.

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