Page 81 of Power Term

A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest. Using one hand, I tug at the black tie still secured around my neck until it hangs loosely enough to slip over my head. I lay it atop the jacket I slung over the back of a dining chair. One by one, I thumb open the top three buttons of my dress shirt. Her rapt attention on my fingers as I roll both sleeves up my forearms does something dangerous inside me.

It’s in her drooped lids, those delicious thighs she keeps pressing together, that damn fingernail in her mouth. All of it combined with the way she can’t rip her gaze away makes me feel invincible, dominant, and fucking horny as hell.

I flick a hand toward the table. “I think I’ll have my dessert first tonight.” On the way to my seat, I snag her hand and bring her with me. The chair flexes under my weight as I sit back, maneuvering her with a hand on each hip to stand between me and the table.

Thank fuck she changed into a skirt for tonight. I have no patience for pants or any other hindrances.

Her legs tremble under my touch as I cup just above each knee and glide my hands up, bunching the black pleated skirt around my wrists as I go.

I slide my fingers inward to snag the front of her panties, where only neatly trimmed curls scrape against the pads instead of lace. I snap my gaze to hers. A shy, almost mischievous smile plays at her red-painted lips.

“Thought I’d take a play out of your handbook and go commando.”

“Get on the table,” I grunt.

Standing quickly, she teeters backward, a hand smacking onto the table to keep her upright. Not waiting for her to catch her balance, I grip her thin waist and haul her onto the tabletop, ass barely hanging on the edge. “Lean back, elbows on the table so you don’t fall.”

To my utter surprise, she does exactly as she’s told. She doesn't look away as she gets comfortable, her head still raised, watching to see what I have planned. With little flair, I flip her skirt up, bunching it around her hips, and unceremoniously shove her knees apart.

I swipe the tip of my tongue along my lower lip as I stare at her slick pussy. Along the inside of one thigh, I plant soft grazing kisses. At the apex, I blow a gentle steady stream of air over her slit before kissing down the opposite leg to her knee. Leaning back, I admire the spread in front of me.

The chair’s legs thump on the floor as I scoot forward, close enough for her to plant a foot on each armrest. Glancing up from between her thighs, I make sure she’s watching, then slowly lean in and kiss the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.

My own groan of pleasure slips out as I suck her swollen nub between my lips. Her sharp exhale and moan drive me crazy. Slipping a hand beneath each cheek, I lift her off the table and devour her whole.

Tiny gasps, my name whispered and then shouted fill the room as I lick every drip off her until she’s coming around my tongue buried deep inside her.

I could eat her all day every day and never have enough. Even now I can’t stop kissing, sucking, and nibbling. Only when her nails scrape across my scalp and dig in, yanking my face away, do I stop. Smile wide and satisfied, I lick my upper lip as our gazes clash over her heaving chest.

Finger at my belt, I deftly unfasten it with one hand as I stand and extend the other to help Randi off the table. Her legs wobble, making her cling to me for stability. I wrap an arm around her waist, and we walk side by side to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With a little push, I propel her forward, her palms smacking the glass to keep her from falling.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

She turns, lips parted and chest flushed. Reaching out, she grips my forearm and slowly drops to her knees at my feet. Tilting her face up, she licks those red lips eager for everything I’m about to feed her.

“You’re so beautiful kneeling in front of me, baby,” I say as I make quick work of unfastening my slacks and tugging the zipper down. Her hazel eyes flare with desire as I tug my pants low, my stiff cock pointing directly to her mouth like it knows where it belongs.

Soft dark strands flatten beneath my palm as I run my hand from the crown of her head down to cup her jaw. My dress shoes slide on the floor, widening my stance as I guide her lips to the already slick head. Being the vixen she is, she darts that pink tongue out, lapping up the beads of precum. Her lashes flutter closed with a soft hum of approval.

Fuck, this was a bad idea. I should’ve just pinned her to the window like I planned. If she keeps this up, I won’t last long enough to fuck her the way she likes.

“Take it all, Madam President. Swallow me whole in front of all of DC.” Holding a tight grip on her jaw, I draw her forward, smacking the other hand against the window for support as her lips wrap around my cock. My eyes roll in the back of my head as she takes me to the base and swallows, her throat constricting around the tender head.

Up and down I guide her, making her take every inch, the groans and moans of approval and nails digging into my bare ass a sign she’s loving this as much as I am.

Head drooped forward, I watch as my dick slides between her lips. Loosening my hold on her chin, I slide my fingers back through her hair and grip a handful at the base of her neck. At my gentle tug, those hazel eyes meet mine.

Locked in place, I take control, thrusting into her mouth. Saliva spills down her chin, dripping to the floor and making the scene even more erotic. I curse, fingers scratching at the window when she cups my balls and gently rolls them between her fingers.

Enough playing.

Grip firm, I hold her steady and take a step back, withdrawing my entire length. Her whimper of displeasure turns into a gasp as I haul her upright and twist her around to face the window.

“Keep your hands on the glass, baby. I can’t wait to be inside of that sweet-tasting pussy of yours.”

Her rapid warm breaths fog the window, those long nails scratching at the glass as she curls her hands into fists. Dipping beneath the skirt, I haul the bottom hem up to her waist. Foot to each ankle, I kick her feet wider and bend her forward so that sweet ass of hers is jutted out, vulnerable and at my mercy.

Her dark hole holds my attention. “Tell me when it’s too much,” I mutter into Randi’s ear as I slide a hand down her ass cheek to her slit and dip two fingers into her drenched channel. Her head lolls backward onto my shoulder as I slam my fingers in and out, taking her hard like she likes. Which is why I know she’ll fucking love what’s coming next.

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