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the skin on Hope’s neck and throat. ‘There’s unquestionably no place on earth I’d rather be next week than lying on a beautiful private beach making love to you.”
    Hope ’s eyes darkened with lust as her soft hand dipped into John’s open trousers and firmly grasped his hard dick. His breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes rolled back as she stroked it back and forth from root to tip and back again. Hope was a certified professional when it came to administering a good hand job. John knew he had just lost the battle as every rational thought in his head dissipated instantly.
    “Great, then I’ll book the trip tomorrow.” Hope whispered before sucking John’s bottom lip into her mouth.
    John did not say a single word except, “Okay.” He knew it was fruitless to resist Hope once she had her mind made up.
    With no further discussion , John picked Hope up and carried her over to his large, hand carved mahogany desk. Once there he raked all the files to the floor and spread her across it. Standing between her open legs, he slowly undressed her starting with her five inch stilettos. Hope had long beautiful legs. John’s strong hands slipped smoothly along them as they traveled beneath her dress in search of her thong. Finding it fairly quickly he slowly removed it and tossed it to the floor. His eyes engaged her briefly before he wishboned her legs and buried his handsome face between them.
    “ The door... Make sure the door is locked.” Hope warned.
    John laughed. “Sharon knows better than to come in my office unannounced when you are in here. Don’t worry, we won’t be disturbed. You started it, and I’m going to finish it.” He grinned.
    Hope groaned loudly as John’s hot tongue swiped across her rapidly swelling clit. Flicking it back and forth a few times with his thumb, he lifted her ass from the desk. Her thighs instinctively clamped tightly around his head. John knew it wouldn’t be long before he had her singing like a tenor in a barbershop quartet. Sucking it in his mouth as far as it would go and gnawing on it, he attempted to turn up the heat. Hope whimpered as his thumb slid along her wet slit causing her pussy to pump cream to coat its walls. She moaned louder and louder as her back arched and her thighs squeezed tighter around John’s head.
    John knew Hope was less than a clit lick away from a screaming demon, toe cracking orgasm. She had gotten her way and now he planned to have his. Alternating a flurry of licks, sucks and flicks, he soon had her clit as red and plump as a fresh strawberry. Hope was trembling with need. She wanted release, and she wanted it pronto.
    “Oh God... That feels so... That feels so... Oh make me come! I want to come hard all over your handsome face! Right there... That’s it! I’m about to come! Please don’t stop!” She begged.
    At that precise moment John withdrew his mouth from Hope’s wet pussy and slowly began to softly stroke the slit of her pussy with his index finger. Hope purred as she thrashed back and forth as her desire threatened to consume her and set her pussy completely on fire.
    “John , please... I can’t take it anymore. Why did you stop? I was about to come.”
    “I know, that’s why I stopped.”
    “What? That doesn’t make any sense. Come on let's finish.” She urged.
    “Why should I? What are you going to do for me?” He challenged as he continued to pet her eager cat.
    “What? Stop playing John! This isn’t funny. Finish me and I’ll do you! I’m so hot I’m about to burst into flames. Why would you stop?” She snorted as lust swirled around her head numbing her brain.
    “ Doesn’t feel so good to be manipulated for sex does it?” He chuckled as his thumb slowly slipped in and out of her pussy.
    “Okay... I see where this is going. No! It doesn’t feel good... But in my defense I didn’t have any other choice. John, I need to get away. This baby stuff is driving me insane. Please understand why I did it.