“Looks like there’s much I have to teach you,” I begin. “When your body speaks, Ava, it’s telling you the truth. That is what I do to you, and now that you know, you will never say no again.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Why? What else do you think it means?”

She can’t answer. Good, she knows I’m right.

It’s time to stop talking now. No more of it. Time to take care of our needs.

I smile and love it when her soft, full lips fall open as I dive in to feast on her pussy.

I bury my face right in between her soft thighs and start licking her clit.

That first to mellow her out. I go slow with intention to my strokes. Slow will drive her as crazy as I was today. Slow will tease her to give in to me. Slow will take her inch by inch to the point where I need her to be. Right where we left off last night.

I lick, and she gets wetter. I hold her pussy lips open so I can get deeper, and that’s when she starts moaning. It’s a glorious sound, and my damn cock gets so hard when I hear it, I almost explode.

What I better do is stop and look at her.

“You like that, Bellezza?” I ask, and the whimper she was holding back is answer enough. “Don’t worry. There’s so much more where that came from.”

I give her a wicked grin before I go back in. Feasting is definitely what I’m doing to my pretty little guest.

“Ahhhh…. Hmmm…” she moans, and I lick her clit, coaxing her release. I won’t get her to hold it yet. I can tell she’s not used to this. I’ll bet anybody she’s been with in the past never went down on her and ate her out the way I do.

She wants to know when she’s leaving here. Fucking fuck that. By the time I finish with her, she’ll be begging me to stay. Begging for more.

It’s the look of her now as I glance up. And fuck, she reaches forward and takes hold of my shoulders just like the other night. It’s then I know I have her right where I want her. Exactly at the point where she can no longer resist and has to yield to me.

Her sweet, juicy nectar flows right into my mouth.

It’s a gush of syrup that flows right into my open mouth, and I drink from her, lapping it all up. Her hands on me aren’t gripping anymore. She’s stroking. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing as she glides her hands over my shoulders like we’re lovers.

I look up at her and have to stop. She’s never looked more beautiful, captured in the height of pleasure, claimed in its claws as it beckons her to feel passion.

Feeling my gaze on her, she opens her eyes and stares down at me. Her cheeks grow rosier with surprise at her reaction, and her hands still.

Here’s the part where I need to stay in control. Last night, I realized all too quickly that I have a fascination with her. An unhealthy one. It started the night we met and I saw that old pain in her eyes. Since then, I’ve been able to see everything she’s feeling, and I’m not sure if she knows that.

I stand up and look down at her, regaining my dominance as she tries to catch her breath.

“Get up and bend over the desk,” I command her.

My harsh words break the spell of the moment. In fact, they shatter it, but my mind is taken up with the way she follows instruction. My command over her is turning me on, making me love that she does what I tell her. What I love more is that she wants it too.

There’s no part of her that doesn’t want me.

She goes to the desk and bends over. Her dress is too long for my liking though, although it only stops by her thighs. She’s trying to bunch it up, but it keeps covering her ass. I want that ass uncovered.

I take the edge of the dress and pull it off over her head in one swift action, making her turn and gasp.

“I could have taken it off,” she protests.

“Don’t worry about it,” I answer with the smile and unhook her bra so her breasts can fall out.

They do, and I back off the straps down her arms.

Her puckered nipples call to me to suck them, so I hold her in place on the desk so I can give them a good sucking before turning her to face the desk. As I bend her over, her fully rounded behind is on perfect show. Exactly the way I want it.