his expanding response to my exertions and decide to remove the only thing left hiding his highly prized possession. When I tug on the elastic waist of the lovely blue boxers, he helps by slipping his fingers under the elastic and pushing them off. His member springs free of his cover with an impressive display of man in an instant. Wow!
I stare up at his face with a loving expression and then pull my sweater off. I’m kneeling between his legs at his desk wearing my designer bra. I slowly remove my bra and let my breasts touch his legs and the seat of his chair. He looks at himself and my breasts with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. Matt’s hands find their way to my nipples and massage them gently. I breathe deeply. His amazing hazel eyes are now round and black.
After a few minutes, I push his hands from my breasts and to the seat of his chair. I steady myself and place one of my hands on each of his thighs. My head and mouth move toward his toy with purpose. I open my mouth wide and stretch my tongue out to lick. As my tongue makes contact with his engorged flesh, he moans with an audible cry of ecstasy and pleasure. I’m pleased that my efforts are driving him to the edge of sanity. I feel potent and sexy. I think I’m in love with Matt.
My lips wrap softly around the tip of his equipment. I pull my lips over my teeth and suck off the moisture that has already been secreted. Matt’s hips flex as he extends himself further into my mouth. I revel in the power I possess to satisfy him. I continue to flick and stimulate his tool while he writhes with pleasure. His hands now ball into fists.
I continue my oral pattern for several minutes while he makes whimpering sounds. He’s moving about on his chair now. I decide to change my technique somewhat. Matt’s moans and flexing grow even more dramatic when I pause a bit from my pattern. Then I suck him as hard as I can by hollowing out my cheeks. Finally, I draw him to the back of my throat with a gentle push forward. That move pushes him over the edge and into a full-blown orgasm.
“Oh…Megan…I love you!” Matt howls at his release. His fluid spurts into my mouth as his spasm takes over. He tastes delicious. I swallow as much of his juice as I can. Then I open my lips and release him. I clean up the residue of his spill with a tissue and see that he’s nearly limp before me. He’s really come apart. He moves his hands into my hair and gently cups my head. I’m quite pleased with the way I’ve rewarded him.
I look at Matt with pride and satisfaction. “Is that a suitable reward for your efforts this evening, baby?” I ask with sarcasm.
“Hell, Megan, that was one the best blow jobs ever! You might get a diamond for that performance,” he crows.
“Really? I’d settle for less than that. If you can help me ditch Mr. Kingsfield, I’d be thrilled.”
“Mr. Kingsfield will never touch you again,” he vows. “You’re Mine.”
“That sounds good to me!”
“I’m thrilled that we’re living together again. That’s all due to Michael Kingsfield. Maybe we should thank him for that,” Matt jokes.
Chapter Five – Michael
MEGAN’S POV
I spend the week at Matt’s place. We make love nearly every night. He’s an amazing and solicitous partner. I could get addicted to his sort of attention. I’m also quite productive with the rather heavy workload that my editor forwards to me. Matt heads to the office reluctantly each morning but makes a point to return early every afternoon to spend time with me. He cares about me so deeply and I’m beginning to feel the same way about my lovely CEO. Time is clearly on our side.
On Monday of the following week, Renee texts me with a request to meet with one of our writers. Normally, we could work out the issues via email but this writer needs a bit more handholding as she’s one of our most successful columnists. She’s got writer’s block and a
I stare up at his face with a loving expression and then pull my sweater off. I’m kneeling between his legs at his desk wearing my designer bra. I slowly remove my bra and let my breasts touch his legs and the seat of his chair. He looks at himself and my breasts with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. Matt’s hands find their way to my nipples and massage them gently. I breathe deeply. His amazing hazel eyes are now round and black.
After a few minutes, I push his hands from my breasts and to the seat of his chair. I steady myself and place one of my hands on each of his thighs. My head and mouth move toward his toy with purpose. I open my mouth wide and stretch my tongue out to lick. As my tongue makes contact with his engorged flesh, he moans with an audible cry of ecstasy and pleasure. I’m pleased that my efforts are driving him to the edge of sanity. I feel potent and sexy. I think I’m in love with Matt.
My lips wrap softly around the tip of his equipment. I pull my lips over my teeth and suck off the moisture that has already been secreted. Matt’s hips flex as he extends himself further into my mouth. I revel in the power I possess to satisfy him. I continue to flick and stimulate his tool while he writhes with pleasure. His hands now ball into fists.
I continue my oral pattern for several minutes while he makes whimpering sounds. He’s moving about on his chair now. I decide to change my technique somewhat. Matt’s moans and flexing grow even more dramatic when I pause a bit from my pattern. Then I suck him as hard as I can by hollowing out my cheeks. Finally, I draw him to the back of my throat with a gentle push forward. That move pushes him over the edge and into a full-blown orgasm.
“Oh…Megan…I love you!” Matt howls at his release. His fluid spurts into my mouth as his spasm takes over. He tastes delicious. I swallow as much of his juice as I can. Then I open my lips and release him. I clean up the residue of his spill with a tissue and see that he’s nearly limp before me. He’s really come apart. He moves his hands into my hair and gently cups my head. I’m quite pleased with the way I’ve rewarded him.
I look at Matt with pride and satisfaction. “Is that a suitable reward for your efforts this evening, baby?” I ask with sarcasm.
“Hell, Megan, that was one the best blow jobs ever! You might get a diamond for that performance,” he crows.
“Really? I’d settle for less than that. If you can help me ditch Mr. Kingsfield, I’d be thrilled.”
“Mr. Kingsfield will never touch you again,” he vows. “You’re Mine.”
“That sounds good to me!”
“I’m thrilled that we’re living together again. That’s all due to Michael Kingsfield. Maybe we should thank him for that,” Matt jokes.
Chapter Five – Michael
MEGAN’S POV
I spend the week at Matt’s place. We make love nearly every night. He’s an amazing and solicitous partner. I could get addicted to his sort of attention. I’m also quite productive with the rather heavy workload that my editor forwards to me. Matt heads to the office reluctantly each morning but makes a point to return early every afternoon to spend time with me. He cares about me so deeply and I’m beginning to feel the same way about my lovely CEO. Time is clearly on our side.
On Monday of the following week, Renee texts me with a request to meet with one of our writers. Normally, we could work out the issues via email but this writer needs a bit more handholding as she’s one of our most successful columnists. She’s got writer’s block and a
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