Page 239 of Mountain Grump
My cock pulses to life. “And what is it?”
“Doing it someplace special. Or dangerous.” Tilda stares up at me, bites her lip, then lowers to her knees.
“Fuck. Tilda.”
She sits on her heels, back to the wall below the counter.
The counter comes up to the bottom of my rib cage, and the flat surface is wide. Plenty of space for people to set down the items they want to purchase. Plenty wide to hide the fact that a woman is hiding below. And with the walls surrounding the cutout, it means Tilda is invisible to anyone outside the office.
There are no cameras in here.
No reason for any of the few other employees to show up.
Tilda presses her hands to my legs, just above my knees. Then slides them up. Slowly. Firmly.
I stare down at her, my dick already straining against my zipper.
“Tilda.”
“Hands on the counter.”
On her knees, with lust in her eyes, Tilda is completely in charge of me.
Tilda is always in charge of me.
I place my palms on the counter.
“Good Boy.” Tilda sits up and presses a kiss against my fly, over my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, as she places her palm against my bulge. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
She grips the tab of my zipper. “That’s part of the big blow job.”
“Coming fast?”
Tilda nods and starts to pull my zipper down.
The sound of it in the silent room makes me even harder.
And fucking hell, I’m glad she’s expecting this to be fast. Because it’s going to be.
This is the first time I’ll be in Tilda’s mouth.
She’s offered before.
And I’ve wanted to before.
But my impatience over wanting to fuck her always wins.
And now that it’s happening, it doesn’t matter that we’re in public. I can’t stop her.
I don’t want to stop her.
And whether it’s here or at home, there’s no way I’ll be able to withstand the pleasure for long.
Tilda drags my zipper all the way down.
And the front door opens.
