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kiss. This man was consuming me.
    My core ached with the budding
orgasm that was pushing me close to the edge. I ground my pelvis down, needing
more of him in me as I pressed against his hard cock. I needed him to free my
mouth so I could tell him I wanted that stiff shaft filling me.
    Pushing his chest over mine, he
forced me to lean back, way back.
    Pulling my lips from his, I panted.
I was teetering over his legs. Nervous I stared at him as I gripped his
shoulder to keep myself balanced.
    Moving the hand on my ass to the
center of my back, he spread his thighs wide, forcing mine to part further.
    “Aa-ren…um?” I wasn’t a slight
woman. I’d had boyfriends in the past that had tried some things that had us
both toppling to the floor or ground.
     “Trust me.”His gaze held mine. His
words were not a question, but a command. “I stopped playing with toys a long
time ago.”
    Aaren was showing me that he was a
man who knew the merit of the woman he held.
    Without answering, I released my
death grip on his shoulders and slid my hold down his arms to his thick biceps.
    He smiled and removed his finger
from my sex. Then with a wicked smile, he pressed not two, but three inside of
me. In and out, he glided them through the cream coating my walls and forced my
pussy to take them.
    “Ah!” I didn’t scream out of pain,
but from the pleasure of the stretching. His fingers were thick and long,
broader than the slim dildo I used on a morning basis since he’d come to work
for the company. That erotic accoutrement was nothing compared to the
satisfaction Aaren was bringing me now.
    “Shit, your pussy is so tight. Fuck
my hand, Kalan.”
    I didn’t realize I’d stopped moving.
Heeding his words, I began grinding and bouncing along his finger. I was taking
my enjoyment from him. Here I was balanced on his knees, my skirt bunched
around my waist, held in his strong hands as I hovered above the coffee table
filled with empty mugs of wine, laptops and company printout as my climax
rushed in on me.
    “Aaahhhhhh!” Coming hard, I
screamed, hearing my echo of gratification around the office.
    “That was the most captivating sight
I’ve ever seen. Your pussy is all swollen and wet.”
    Struggling through the haze of
euphoria, my sex still pulsing and quivering around his fingers, I looked down
between my legs. I was shocked to see him lowering his head over my pussy. When
he licked my clit, circling the sensitive flesh, I responded on instinct.
    My thigh clamped up on the side of
his head, locking him in place. “Ohmygod,” I mumbled.
    Removing his fingers, he was
undeterred as he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side to reveal the
delicate kernel. He continued to pile my clit with determined strokes. Closing
his knees beneath my ass, he pushed me higher against his ardent mouth.
    I couldn’t hold back the second
orgasm that came crashing down on me as I pumped my sex against his tongue.
    With a final lick, he lifted his
head and pinned me with his heated gaze. “I do believe I’ve discovered the one
thing that smells and tastes better than Gino’s lasagna.”
    My laughter came out broken as I
floated back to earth after the mind-boggling orgasms.
    Helping me up, he kissed me slowly
and allowed me to taste my own savory essence.
    “Um, I taste good on you,” I
whispered. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I cupped his cock. With my
fingers, I felt along the encased length.
    He groaned. His deft fingers
unbuttoned my blouse. “I think we need to get you out of some of this before we
damage any more of your clothes.”
    Pushing up from his lap, I placed my
feet to the floor with his hands at my hips steadying me. Stepping to the side,
I undid the cuffs of my blouse and then allowed the gauzy material to flutter
to the floor.
    Staring into his face, I enjoyed
seeing the heat in his gaze as he watched me disrobe. When I finally wiggled
out of my clinging skirt, he whistled.
    His gaze roamed slowly over my