11 Scenes (Eleven, #2)

by Octavia Jensen

“Just in time.” He stepped in behind me and tugged my skirt up above my ass. “No panties, Bri? Beautiful little slut. Were you wet for me down there in your office?” “Fuck yes,” I gasped, opening my legs and reaching out to brace against the door. “Been thinking about you all day. Been so wet for you, Sir.” “Good. You know the rules, kitten. Don’t come.” He knelt behind me, gripping my ass to spread my cheeks and lick my pussy, making my fingers curl painfully when my nails had nothing to hold onto. The fact that this had been a fantasy of mine for years wasn’t lost on me, and knowing I wasn’t allowed to come made it even harder not to. Harrison Stag was on his knees behind me and I wasn’t allowed to make a noise ... it was fucking exhilarating. “S-Sir,” I gasped a few moments later, after a particularly expert swipe of his tongue. “Gonna kill me, let me suck you, please.” He pulled back abruptly. “Get under my desk. You can touch yourself while you taste me, and then I’ll give you a break until after work.” I barely had time to turn around before he was on his feet and fixing his suit jacket on his way to his chair, and I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. “Yes, Sir.” “Fucking hell, kitten.” He gripped his crotch, waiting until I was right in front of him to let go. “Do you have any idea how good you look on your knees like that? Take my cock out. I’m edging for you too today, so just the tip.” I reached up to take him out, o...