Page 74 of Undercover Desires

“Oh, I know, baby. I can smell how hot you are for me,” I tell her, licking my lips, dying to taste her sweet pussy.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “The stuff you say.”

I press my finger to her ruby lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to.”

She nods her head in understanding. Her eyes are so pretty tonight, all big and wide and curious. I take a step back from her so I can see her properly.

“Take off your dress, sweetheart.”

She follows my command, unzipping the back, letting it drop to the floor and pool on the ground. Carefully, she steps over it, and I’m rewarded with a cute set of champagne-colored lace panties and bra. She really went all out for me tonight.

I drop one bra strap down, kissing her shoulder, followed by the other, then run my thumbs over the delicate fabric, feeling her hardened nipples press through the soft lace. She pushes her chest toward me, desperate for me to touch her. I cup each breast, letting them fill my hands. I squeeze roughly enough to get a gasp out of her. How I enjoy the little sounds she makes just for me. Reefing the fabric down, I expose both breasts. Her pale pink nipples call my name. I flick out my tongue, rolling it around one nipple, then closing my mouth over the whole thing, sucking hard.

Her eyes close in pleasure, and I feel her relax into my hold. “That’s it, baby, let me take away all your fears. There’s only pleasure here.”

She moans, agreeing.

She presses her body into mine as I suck the other with just as much pressure. Her hands come to my hair, running them through the back of my head. She massages softly, but as a suck harder, her nails dig in, and she pulls me toward her, looking for more. “Greedy girl.” I nip at her, grazing my teeth along hersensitive skin as I pull back, looking at her more seriously. “Do I need to cuff you so I can keep control?”

Her face breaks into a slow sexy smile, and she nods.

My hands skate down her body, over her flat stomach and ass. Hooking my thumbs in the sides of her panties, I drag them down her long legs. I take a step back so I can look her over. She’s a sight to behold. Tits spilling over her bra, perfect pink nipples, one with a dark purple mark forming from how hard I sucked on her. Her pubic hair is trimmed neatly with just a landing strip down the middle. Her glowing skin would look so perfect marked by me.

“Turn around.”

She does, and I close the gap between us. I brush her hair over her shoulder, placing a kiss just below her earlobe. A scatter of goosebumps washes over her golden skin. “Do I still make you nervous, Arabella?” I kiss her again, lower this time on her shoulder. “You can answer me.”

“A little,” she admits.

“Perfect.” I chuckle. I want her on edge. It will make this all the more exhilarating. I run a hand over her stomach and up to cup one of her breasts roughly.

She lets out a gasp. She feels it right through to her core, I can tell.

Gathering her hands behind her back, I fasten the handcuffs in place with a click, then walk her over to the dark mahogany filing cabinet. I clear the books sitting on top, leaving the surface empty. “Lean over.”

She does as I say, her ass on full display for me. I’m like a kid in a candy store, not sure what delicious treat to start with first. I lean over her, placing kisses down her back. My hands follow, lightly dusting over her skin. Thenwhack. I bring my hand down on her ass.

She jolts forward and turns her head to glare at me. “What was that for?”

My lips turn up at the corners into a playful smile. “I could see you needed it.”

I do the same with my other hand, slapping the other cheek just as hard. “That was for talking when you’re not supposed to,” I tell her.

She lets out a whimpered sound, but really, I know she fucking loved it. I leave her there, her skin going pink where my hand met it. I take my office chair and roll it over to the shelving unit and take a seat, parting her ass cheeks so I can study her. Fuck, she’s perfect. Dripping wet, just like I knew she would be.

I drop my mouth, running my tongue right through her folds then dipping inside of her. Sweet heaven, she tastes divine. I lap her up, licking, sucking, teasing, savoring every delicious bit of her juices. I spend time teasing her clit, then right when she’s about to tip over the edge, I change it up and push two fingers inside of her. She pushes back on my fingers, needing more. She moans and cries out incoherent pleas that make me want to keep going till her release. But tonight, I want to tease her some more before I let her have it. It’s more fun seeing the desperation in her eyes.

I pull back from her, deciding to give Arabella a little space, and head back over to the couch. Pouring myself a drink, I take a swig of the smooth amber liquid, savoring the moment of solitude. She has my head all over the place already. I can’t think straight when she’s with me like this, knowing she wants me to take control. The power goes to my head. She not only wants it, but needs it. She came here tonight because she needs an escape, and I can be that for her. I’ve never wanted to please a woman so much in my life. And the part that scares me is I know with her, I want to do it every day for the rest of my life. I don’t know what magic spell she’s put on me, but I’m done. She’s it for me.

She waits patiently for me like the good little girl she is. “Walk to me,” I call to her. She looks over her shoulder. With a playful gesture, I beckon her over with a crooked finger, inviting her to join me on the couch.

She moves with an enticing grace, strutting over to where I’m seated. Her long, toned legs look absolutely incredible in her six-inch heels, capturing my attention completely.

I spread my legs, making myself comfortable. “Drop to your knees, sugarplum.”

She does as I say and gets down on her knees in front of me, her pretty green eyes gazing up at me with longing, wondering what’s next. I cup her face in my hands and draw her toward me so I can kiss her sweet lips. She is perfection.

When I pull back from her, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. I’m impossibly hard for her already, and I take hold, stroking myself as she watches me. I need her to fix me, give me the thing only she can—relief from my pain. No one can make me feel like she can. She needs me, and right now, I need her just as much. “Swallow me,” I demand, my voice low and guttural.

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