key dangling from the ring. But Sharon is focused on his hand – his big, strong hand with thick, callused fingers. She can’t help but yearn to feel those fingers on her, exploring her body, pushing deep inside of her. Her body pulsates at the thought. She squeezes her thighs together in an attempt to soothe the increasing ache, but it’s no use.
“Okay,” she says and it comes out more of a breathy whisper than anything else.
He just continues to smile as he follows her behind the counter and back through the hallway towards the vault. She makes sure she has shut and locked the door, as per protocol, before allowing him to open his box. Only, he hasn’t moved to open his box.
Instead, he is still standing in the middle of the room, gazing at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She backs up a few steps, trying to keep from doing anything stupid. This is her place of work, after all. She cannot do what her body is telling her to do. It would be unprofessional. She knows there are no cameras in the vault itself – meant to provide customers with absolute privacy as they access their valuables – but still, she could be fired if anyone found out.
The humor is now gone from Rick’s face. He’s staring at her in a completely animalistic way and she can feel herself responding. Her mind might know that this is a bad idea, but her body is completely on board. She can feel wetness collecting between her legs - the look of hunger in his eyes as the cause. Wolfishly, he begins to stalk towards her, as if he really is a hunter and she his prey. Sharon knows that she should stop this before it even starts, but, much like a deer in headlights, she finds herself incapable of moving.
And suddenly, like a wolf, Rick pounces. One minute Sharon is watching him cautiously from a few feet away. The next, she is being shoved back against a wall of safety deposit boxes. His mouth is against hers, ravenously sucking and licking her lips open in order to deepen the kiss. Rick claims her mouth with all the power and enthusiasm of a wild animal devouring its quarry. His teeth nip at her lower lip until he finally gets his tongue fully in Sharon’s mouth. It’s filthy and rough and better than any kiss she has ever received. He continues to dominate her, moving his tongue purposefully, sweeping inside of her mouth until he has tasted every inch.
After what feels like hours, Rick slowly pulls back and Sharon opens the eyes she hadn’t even realized she’d closed. Rick’s eyes, pupils wide with lust, dart down towards her lips, which she assumes are just as swollen and bruised as his by the self-satisfied look he gives her. He smiles, obviously liking what he sees, before moving his mouth lower to trace a pattern down her neck with his lips and tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, are busy with the front of her blouse. He makes fast work of the buttons and soon her top is half opened, revealing plump breasts that spill over the top of her lacy white bra. After giving up on opening her shirt all the way, Rick’s hands move up to cup her tits, squeezing roughly as his thumbs circle her hard nipples through the lace. Giving a guttural groan of appreciation, Rick moves his mouth from her neck down her chest. He buries his face between the mounds of her tits, sucking and biting bruises into the pale flesh that lies there. Sharon moans and arches into his touch, her body throbbing with arousal as Rick lowers his mouth to lick and suck on her nipples through the thin white fabric.
Replacing his lips with his hands once again, Rick moves back up to reassert control of her mouth, swallowing her moans as he sucks on her tongue. He presses against her harder, grinding his growing erection against her thigh as he continues to direct the kiss. Sharon melts into him, allowing him complete control of her body. Eventually he steps back, lifting his hand to run a thumb over her puffy bottom lip.
“Your lips,” he
“Okay,” she says and it comes out more of a breathy whisper than anything else.
He just continues to smile as he follows her behind the counter and back through the hallway towards the vault. She makes sure she has shut and locked the door, as per protocol, before allowing him to open his box. Only, he hasn’t moved to open his box.
Instead, he is still standing in the middle of the room, gazing at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She backs up a few steps, trying to keep from doing anything stupid. This is her place of work, after all. She cannot do what her body is telling her to do. It would be unprofessional. She knows there are no cameras in the vault itself – meant to provide customers with absolute privacy as they access their valuables – but still, she could be fired if anyone found out.
The humor is now gone from Rick’s face. He’s staring at her in a completely animalistic way and she can feel herself responding. Her mind might know that this is a bad idea, but her body is completely on board. She can feel wetness collecting between her legs - the look of hunger in his eyes as the cause. Wolfishly, he begins to stalk towards her, as if he really is a hunter and she his prey. Sharon knows that she should stop this before it even starts, but, much like a deer in headlights, she finds herself incapable of moving.
And suddenly, like a wolf, Rick pounces. One minute Sharon is watching him cautiously from a few feet away. The next, she is being shoved back against a wall of safety deposit boxes. His mouth is against hers, ravenously sucking and licking her lips open in order to deepen the kiss. Rick claims her mouth with all the power and enthusiasm of a wild animal devouring its quarry. His teeth nip at her lower lip until he finally gets his tongue fully in Sharon’s mouth. It’s filthy and rough and better than any kiss she has ever received. He continues to dominate her, moving his tongue purposefully, sweeping inside of her mouth until he has tasted every inch.
After what feels like hours, Rick slowly pulls back and Sharon opens the eyes she hadn’t even realized she’d closed. Rick’s eyes, pupils wide with lust, dart down towards her lips, which she assumes are just as swollen and bruised as his by the self-satisfied look he gives her. He smiles, obviously liking what he sees, before moving his mouth lower to trace a pattern down her neck with his lips and tongue.
His hands, meanwhile, are busy with the front of her blouse. He makes fast work of the buttons and soon her top is half opened, revealing plump breasts that spill over the top of her lacy white bra. After giving up on opening her shirt all the way, Rick’s hands move up to cup her tits, squeezing roughly as his thumbs circle her hard nipples through the lace. Giving a guttural groan of appreciation, Rick moves his mouth from her neck down her chest. He buries his face between the mounds of her tits, sucking and biting bruises into the pale flesh that lies there. Sharon moans and arches into his touch, her body throbbing with arousal as Rick lowers his mouth to lick and suck on her nipples through the thin white fabric.
Replacing his lips with his hands once again, Rick moves back up to reassert control of her mouth, swallowing her moans as he sucks on her tongue. He presses against her harder, grinding his growing erection against her thigh as he continues to direct the kiss. Sharon melts into him, allowing him complete control of her body. Eventually he steps back, lifting his hand to run a thumb over her puffy bottom lip.
“Your lips,” he
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