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Henry’s face contorts and he mutters, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
He wants to pull out of me, but I press my lips tight around his cock neck. “Fuck.” He throbs in my mouth and splatters a sticky puddle down my throat.
I cough and swallow while my boss mutters more expletives.
He pulls me up and kisses me. “Thank you, baby. You’re amazing. Now it’s my turn.”
“W-what?”
Chapter 8
Henry
Fighting the voice in my head, I help Mila remove her skirt and panties before lifting her onto my oak desk. And then I gaze at her glistening center for a moment, speechless. I’ve imagined this countless times already in the past week, but nothing I conjured up compared to this. I first stroke it with my knuckles to feel her softness and wetness, then drop to my knees to taste her.
Mila trembles with a whimper and grasps my shoulders tightly. I love the sound she makes and want to hear more of it. I dart out my tongue to lick her juices, and she wiggles on my desk and moans.
“My God,” she whispers. “I could never…”
She finishes her sentence with a gasp, but I understand what she hasn’t said.Imagine this.I had the same feeling when I was in her mouth earlier. The exquisiteness wasn’t something I was familiar with, even though I’ve had plenty of blowjobs in the past. The fact that the giver was Mila, my best friend’s daughter, made it especially sweet because it was forbidden. And the fact that the innocent little girl had turned into such a sexy woman was even more incredible.
I lap up her sweet juices hungrily, looking up to see the expression on her face from time to time. Her eyes are dreamy and she looks dazed, as she gazes at me with her lips parted. She looks as hungry as I am.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, sweetheart?” I ask in a hoarse voice.
“Yes,” she answers with a quick nod. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Not until you come, baby.” I return to her feminine juncture, devouring every drop of her honey. I thrust my tongue into her fountain for more, growling like a grizzly bear raiding a beehive.
Mila murmurs and gasps incessantly. Still gripping my shoulder, she frees one hand to unbutton her shirt and then cup her girly mound.
Fuck me. The erotic sigh makes me drool. I flick my tongue on her clit, making her gasp and moan even louder. “I’m close,” she mutters. “Faster, please.”
I growl and swirl my tongue faster, applying pressure simultaneously. She writhes on my desk and thrusts her pelvis to my face while moaning. I push a finger into her tight channel and she jolts while splashing warm currents onto my hand.
My finger is still in her hot canal when her spasms stop. I don’t want to pull out because she feels so good: soft, silky, tight. I swirl my finger up to explore her and she coos. “Put your cock inside me, please, Henry.”
I grunt. It’s exactly what I have in mind. But I hold my impulse. “I will, in just a minute, sweetheart. I want to learn your body and get to know you first. I also need to stretch you a bit.”
I add one more finger into her to make my point, and she cries out at the pressure. “Your fingers feel so good,” she murmurs.
“My cock will feel even better, I promise,” I say and go up an inch higher. And then I stop in my tracks: an obstacle—a hymen.
I swallow. “Are you a virgin, Mila?” She can’t be.She’s twenty-two years old.My first girlfriend was eighteen, and she wasn’t even a virgin when we met.
Mila’s face flames as she nods. “Y-yeah. I haven’t met anyone worth my cherry. But it’s yours, Henry. Take it, please.”
I pull my fingers out in shame. “No, I can’t. You’ve been saving it for someone. I don’t deserve this.”
I stroke her face and kiss her lips again before helping her get off the desk and stand on her feet.
Chapter 9
Mila
I check the boundary lines and the scale of the sketch, and add a few more labels on the site plan for Laura’s house. Making sure that everything is okay, I let out a sigh of relief. It’s good to go. I’ll submit it to the city with the permit application, along with the landscape plan and the floor plan I’ve drawn. I spent the last two days working on these plans and slept and ate little, but I’ve never felt so invigorated.
I’m about to use the restroom when I hear my boss’s office door open and his footsteps. Henry stops to speak to another employee. I sit back down at my desk, pretending to review the building plans, but my attention scatters, and I have trouble retrieving it. It’s been two days since that unexpected make-out in his office, but I still have trouble believing it actually happened. I’ve also become extremely uncomfortable whenever I face him in the office. It’s why I avoid getting out of my cubicle when he’s around.
