With a growl, he flips us, turning me without pulling out so that I was on top, riding him. Both hands move to cup my tits and I close my eyes, moving to my own erotic rhythm as I ride him. In this position, I feel powerful and I gyrate against his body, swirling my hips like a professional porn star. He’s so fucking deep, always seeming to know how to hit me just right, like his body was made to pleasure mine and I cum in no time, creaming all over him.
Moving forward, he pushes inside deeper and takes my tit in his mouth, sucking on it like a newborn babe. My juices coat him even more and I cry out his name as he moves in his own erotic dance that only he knows the tune to. My hands grip his thick, lush hair, and it’s like the movement awakens the beast. He grips my hips firmly and starts ramming into me. The pupils in his eyes grow larger, the black taking over the gray as he watches my tits jump. His cock, long and hard, is playing target practice with my g-spot. Tears stream down my cheeks with how good he feels, each stroke stealing emotions I wish to keep secret. I arch my back, cumming again, just as hard as the first time. After a couple more strokes, he roars his release, filling me with his seed. I collapse on top of him and he holds me close, rubbing my back until I close my eyes and fall back to sleep.
The next time I wake is because he’s in between my legs, feasting on me like his own personal breakfast. When I cum, he licks me clean before moving up my body and fucking me into oblivion until I can’t even remember my own name. Right, left, up, down, it’s all the same to me right now. All I know is him and the pleasure he gives me. Again, I pass out with his seed marinating deep inside me and a huge smile on my face.
I can honestly say I have no complaints over the last couple of months. The job was going well and I was really hitting my stride here at the law firm. I was also learning a lot. Mr. Garfield, having felt bad about the way I was treated by Nancy when I first got here, has taken me under his wing, teaching me the ins and outs of the legal world. It means I have to spend more time around Tyson, but he’s been very professional, keeping his flirting to a minimum. I’m sure once he talks to Grayson that will all go out the window and I’ll be fair game, but for now, it was nice. I wonder what’s taking him so long to ask. The only conclusion I come up with is that he’s plotting really hard, and when he does finally ask, we will all feel the impact. Tyson is the sort of man who always gets what he wants, but besides worrying about that, everyone here, with the exception of Nancy, has been really nice to me, making me feel like part of the family.
Grayson has also been nicer. After that slow fuck a couple of months ago when he slept over, he has really been putting in more of an effort. When I asked what changed, he just mumbled something about not wanting his wife stressed. He hasn’t stayed overnight anymore, but I do see him twice a week, usually on the days I don’t go to the gym. Robert has been great too. We’ve grown comfortable around each other, developing a strong friendship. Well a friendship where he gives me ‘fuck me’ eyes. Although, his attention has made me public enemy number one with the gym bunnies. No matter how they fawn over him, he only sees me. I wish it were the same with me, but Grayson plays the leading character in my thoughts more than I like.
“Jade, can you bring me the Newsome file?” Grayson asks over the phone intercom.
“Sure,” I reply before gathering the file. Him and Lewis, one of the other partners, have been working on a high profile case, which has had them both spending a lot of late nights here in the office. Sometimes I’m asked to stay, where I fetch them dinner and coffee. I don’t mind since I get paid overtime.
When I walk into his office, he’s sitting at his desk running his hand through his dark locks. He looks stressed and so unlike the McHottie I know.
“Bad day?” I ask, setting the file down on the desk.
“More like bad week. This case is kicking my ass,” he replies as he reaches for the file.
I turn to walk out, but when I get to the door, I change my mind. Call me mental, but I don’t stop myself when I flip the lock to his door and walk back towards him. With each step I take, I undo a button to my blouse, dropping it to the floor. When he looks up, his mouth opens in an ‘O’, whatever he’s about to say lost. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra and that too joins the blouse on the floor. Now I’m standing in front of his desk, completely bare on top.
“Jade, what are you doing?” he questions once he finds his voice.
“You look stressed. I’m offering you a stress reliever.” Boldly, I walk over to him and turn his chair so I can kneel in front of him. With nimble fingers, I unbutton his slacks and pull his zipper down.
“Jade,” he warns.
“What? I’ve seen the way you look at my tits. Tell me you haven’t dreamed about fucking them,” I say in a seductive voice and he curses. If he wants to stop this he can, but when I hook his slacks with my fingers and drag them, along with his briefs, down far enough to free his cock he helps me.
Already a drop of precum is beaded on his tip and I rub my thumb on it, swirling it into his skin. He hisses and I take that as permission and open my mouth wide, swallowing his dick whole. He’s so fucking big and he grows bigger in my mouth as I slob all over him, giving him nice, messy head. His moans are alluring and they propel me forward. Sitting back, I move his slippery dick to the valley of my tits and use my hands to press them around him. He moves without being told, working his own rhythm as I hold steady.
“Fuck, raven, look at the way my dick disappears in your tits. When I pop through, take the head of my dick in your mouth,” he orders and I do as I’m told. My skin was heated and I was slick in between my thighs. Slick for him and the sexy scene before me.
His movements grow more intense and I move to help him, pressing my breasts up and down his length in a quick rhythm. Rubbing my thighs together, I grind on my knees, causing friction in an effort to relieve my own ache. I watch him get impossibly thicker as I lick and suck his mushroom head, sucking his precum like a straw. Soon he explodes, pressing my head down hard on his dick, so deep he fills my throat and I start to choke on him and his seed.
“Be a good girl and swallow it all,” he commands and with his words alone and the way he delivers them, I cum, finding my own release.
When I have his dick good and clean, I lick my lips, feeling powerful as he watches my tongue glide across my lips. Standing, I act like I didn’t just perform a sexual favor right in his office. I pick up my bra and put it on, button back up my blouse and leave with a smirk on my face. I may have been naughty, but I’m sure McHottie isn’t stressed anymore.
10
Jade
“I should spank you. You’re half-assing it today,” Robert yells over the treadmill. I felt like I was dying. I was completely exhausted and in no shape to be in the gym. After the episode in Grayson’s office, Garfield had me type up a couple depositions that I had to rush over to the courthouse before it closed. It was freezing today, and I felt like an icicle by the time I reached the court doors. Then I had to run over to the deli to pick up sandwiches for Grayson and Lewis because they were putting in another late night of work, and Grayson didn’t want me to stay because he knew today was a gym day. He can be really sweet when he wants to.