Page 21 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
She lifted her eyebrow and shook her head in disapproval. “Duty always comes first. I must finish cleaning before we can play.”
She began by pretending to dust off his shelves, because the office had an efficient cleaning crew who made sure the place sparkled. Besides, all she wanted, he guessed, was to tease him with the sexy sway of her hips, making the bottom part of her dress twirl. Each time the ruffles swooshed, he touched his heart to make sure he didn’t have to call 911. Not yet, anyway.
She leaned over his desk, giving him a generous view of her breasts. “Monsieur has kept his space clean. You deserve a treat.”
Oh, how he enjoyed their delicious foreplays. “Do I?”
“Yes.” She reached over his desk, and for once he didn’t care about anything else. Documents fell to the floor, soon followed by pens, his cell phone, and the sleek keyboard from his Mac computer. She pulled down the flimsy material, flashing him her large breasts.
He stretched out his hand to cup her tit, but she smacked it away.
“Not yet.”
Fuck. His balls tingled. “You forget, my dirty maid, that I’m your boss,” he said, taking charge in this adult pretend play. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll fire you.”
“Monsieur.” She widened her pretty eyes. “You wouldn’t, would you?”
He stood, cock in hand. “I don’t know…” he said, stroking himself, feeling his veins expand and pound. He walked to the middle of his large office. “You haven’t shown me how eager you are to keep this position.”
She moaned. “Oh, I’m eager.”
He inched closer, while squeezing the tip of his cock. Their exchange alone raised his body temperature, but if he wanted to make it last, he had to slow down. “You’ve come to work without your panties. How unprofessional,” he said with the harsh tone of someone who meant it.
She fanned her face, a shade of pink staining her cheeks. “I’m sorry… I was feeling so hot. I decided to leave them at home.”
“Well, your naughty cream will stain my furniture. The sofa you grinded yourself on cost me thousands of dollars.”
She tilted her head to the side, her gaze sliding down his body until it settled on his hard-on. She licked her lips without taking her eyes off him. “I’m sure there’s a way we can work out a payment plan.”
“I call it a punishment plan. Sit on the sofa.”
She did as she was told.
“Open your legs for me.”
She spread her legs, and soon her pink smooth pussy glistened in front of him, ripe for the taking. He grabbed the duster from her hand as the wicked idea occurred to him. Then, he used the feathery side to tease her. She moaned, and he was glad his assistant had gone on a lunch break. “Oh yes.”
He continued the motion slowly, making sure each feather stroked her folds. She closed her eyes and angled her head back against the wall, her body shifting in the seat. His eyes slid down her costume. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed, and he couldn’t wait to lick them and suck her engorged nipples, to graze his teeth on the rosy peaks. But first things first.
He turned the duster around so the tip of the wood handle brushed against her slick folds.
She opened her eyes, surprised.
“This is part of the punishment,” he said. “For being a dirty French maid.”
She chewed her lower lip. He thrust the tip of the handle inside her, and she whimpered when he withdrew it. His girl liked it filthy, and he couldn’t be more pleased. His cock stirred. Well, he could be more pleased. Just not this second.
He started to fuck her with the handle, each time faster and deeper. Her addicting scent of arousal filled the air around him, and he wondered how much longer he could go without a taste. “Yes, baby, work that cunt for me,” he said. “God, you’re sexy.”
He scooted her ass to the edge of the sofa, and she bucked into the object, showing him she wanted more. She was close. Because the handle didn’t have a thick girth, he’d been able to get her ready faster. Could she be more ready? Impossible, he realized, with the squishy sound from her wet folds each time he plunged it in and out of her.
Every time they made love, he felt a stronger connection, and he was more eager to claim her, as if he had the right to. Each touch, each kiss carried a promise. For what? What did he have to give her?
“Zaine…”
Her musky scent made him want to dive between her thighs, to lose himself inside and never come up for air. “I’ll take it from here on,” he said, withdrawing the handle and tossing it away. She gasped, and he brought her to his mouth. Her pearly essence dripped from her folds, and he lapped at them, thrusting his face in her pussy as far as he could go. He savored her, his tongue working up and down her sex. Her clit swelled, and he flicked it with his thumb.
Soon, she creamed, and he licked her until the last drop. The tip of his tongue traced over a dribble running down her thigh. Then he stood while she recovered, her body still shivering, her breath labored. “Suck me,” he ordered. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
