Page 36 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

I had even kissed him back.

Everything about him was big: his mouth that captured my tongue and sucked on it mercilessly; his hands that held my waist securely while they occasionally squeezed my ass, thinking I wouldn't notice; his height that made me stand on my toes to get a good kiss; even his tongue was big.

I started to wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t stop at kissing…

What if he were to use those big, strong hands somewhere else?

Like…down there.

I was already naked and my lower entrance was already dewy.

I touched it and stared at my fingers, "I've never been this wet… no one has ever gotten me this wet."

What the hell did he do to me?

I used my right index and middle finger to press down on my tongue, simulating the experience from earlier that night.

I sucked on my fingers and then pulled my tongue, imagining he was sucking on it.

My left hand played with my lady parts… circling around the entrance... wondering what it would be like if he were to take me.

I played with my bean, gasping and groaning loudly enough to get me in trouble.

I covered my mouth with my right hand harder and continued rubbing even faster.

"Adam… Adam…" I kept on chanting his name like it was part of a masturbating ritual to make it feel better.

The ritual worked though, and I was getting even more and more turned on.

To think that the doctor I couldn't stand was causing this kind of reaction in me.

My body shuddered as I climaxed.

I stared at the wet strip on the floor and on the chair and mentally apologized to the woman who would clean here.

"I rather clean it myself," I said to myself as I got to my feet then changed into my scrubs.

As I left the office, I locked it immediately. I wasn't wearing any underwear because I had soaked it, so walking around in my scrubs without any panties made feel naked.

As I collected the mop and a rag, I returned to my office. On my way back though, I noticed Adam going to the janitor's closet.

We stopped in our tracks and stared at each other.

My cheeks turned red as I remembered the kiss and what I had done in my office, so I looked down.

I noticed his right hand was somewhat wet… and there was something whitish on his hand.

Did he also…?

I walked past him without saying anything. Partly because I was excited that he may or may not have jerked off while thinking about me, and also because I was getting turned on again.

He smelled sweaty… the good kind of sweaty. I still hadn’t gotten it into my head that he was someone fifteen years older than I was.

Everything about him was good.

As I walked past him hurriedly, I felt his gaze trailing down from my back and settling on my ass.

I stopped walking and slowly turned my head around. I caught him staring at it. When he realized he had been caught, he didn't look away but just gave me a thumbs up.

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