Bobby Sapphire…
The way you breathed, like you just fought a dragon, after we kissed.
He was the other man. The one she knew was completely wrong for her. There was no future in them together, of that she was certain.
He was obsessed with sex, arrogant - but the time her resolve had dissipated, he’d made her cum harder than she’d ever known before.
For all his bluster, as he peeled off her clothes, there was a quiet intensity about the way he spread his attention to making all of her shiver and melt simultaneously.
Spontaneous contrasts of nails and touch. He made her want him with a primal need. His tongue only vexed that further. His cock was demanding . Her hair was pulled. Her entire being buckled against the way he moved inside her.
He was the wrong man. Entirely the wrong man.
But memories and mischief are devious bedfellows. She knows she shouldn’t call him, but she can’t help herself. Her hands wander almost of their own accord, until the lip biting realisation that her fingers have smoothed between her thighs and she’s teasing softly. Imagining all the ways he’d foxed her.
Wondering if he’ll pick up .. !
He had come back early from a trip and surprised her in the office. She had been changing from her gym attire back into her work attire when he came in. Without pausing he told her to wear only her garter, stockings, and her heels. Then he ordered her to come into his office.
When she entered she found him sitting on the couch. He motioned for her to come to him. She did.
“Miss Jones, lay yourself over my lap with your ass in the air.” His voice was calm. She did as she was told. When she was in place he put a blindfold over her eyes. She knew his right leg could feel her heart pounding fast from the excitement and her fear. Even now, after all these months with her employer, Miss Jones still had fear.
She felt him rub her ass. She could feel from his touch that he was admiring it and her. Just knowing that she was the object of his gaze and his desires made her proud, excited, and wet. Very wet.
“So firm,” he mumbled quietly, “and… mine to do with as I please.”
“Yes,” she purred.
“When I am through Miss Jones, you won’t be able to sit on it for at least a day.”
“I know. May I ask why?”
“Why am I going to spank it Miss Jones? The answer is simple… because I can.” With that she moved her ass a little higher so he would have a nice target to strike at.
Love when you play with my pussy while buried inside me. So hot.
