Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“You think we’re doing something inappropriate,” I whisper.
“Not yet,” he responds. He tilts my chin up toward him. “Do you want to?”
I bite my lip. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He laughs gently. “That’s no answer, little Leah.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I do.”
He stares into my eyes and my heart’s beating so fast with anticipation, I think I might pass out.
“Go sit on my desk.” He steps back, motions with his head.
I obey, walking over. I push some things aside and hop up, sitting and leaning back on my hands.
He steps toward me. “I’m not the kind of man to hold things against you,” he says softly, stopping in front of me. “I know how these things can go. I have all the power. You’re just the young, innocent trainer.”
“I’m not so innocent,” I say.
He grins. “I know you aren’t.”
“If I wanted to leave, I’d leave.”
“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He starts to unfasten the button of my khakis. I wear the same thing to work every day: khaki pants, polo shirt. Sometimes I wear a long-sleeve shirt, or a half-zip jacket, but it’s always the same thing. It’s a uniform, basically.
He tugs at my khakis, pulling them over my ass. I lift up my hips, letting him slide them down. I feel exposed, wearing just my panties, as he drops to his knees in front of me to pull the khakis off. He slips my shoes onto the floor before tugging at my pants.
He drops them on the floor and kisses my ankle. Slowly, he kisses up my leg, sending shivers down my spine. I stare as he reaches my inner thighs.
He pushes my legs open further. I gasp, bite my lip. He kisses my stomach, getting closer to my pussy, before slowly kissing me over my panties.
He pulls them aside. I’m wearing a basic black thong, and the fabric is already wet from excitement. He smirks as he teases my pussy with his tongue, spreading my legs even wider.
I bite my lip. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he teases me, probes me. I groan, arching my back. “Oh, shit, Cole,” I say.
“Have you ever been with an older man before?” he asks, pausing only to speak before licking and sucking my clit again.
“No,” I get out.
“That’s a shame. There’s a certain…” He slides two fingers inside of me, pushing them deep. “Skillset that comes with age.”
“Experience,” I gasp.
“That’s right.” His fingers curl inside of me, sliding against my pussy, searching for my spot. It drives me wild.
He dips back down, licking my clit, fingers sliding in and out. His tongue feels incredible and he’s licking and sucking me with obvious desire. He seems to really love it, really love the way I react to him.
I shift my hips, rolling against his mouth. He grunts his approval and I moan with pleasure. I want it so badly, and he’s not making this easy on me. He’s pushing, teasing, sucking, my clit on fire with pure pleasure.
“Oh, god, Cole,” I groan.
“Careful,” he whispers, fucking me harder with his fingers. “Someone might hear. And then what would they say?”
I bite my lip. “They’d be unhappy,” I groan.
“That’s right. That’d be very unhappy. Nobody wants to know about me sucking this delicious little pussy. They’ll say I’m too old, or I’m in a position of power. They’ll try and make this wrong.” He licks me again, tongue all over.
“But there’s nothing wrong,” he whispers, and I know he’s right. I grind my hips against his mouth, leaning forward, curling against him. I grab onto his hair as my pleasure peaks.
His fingers fuck me faster, tongue lapping me up. I come against his mouth and he keeps going, sucking and licking me, pushing me further and further into pure fucking bliss.
I gasp and fall back, panting, chest heaving. He slowly moves his fingers out, a smile on his face, and sucks my cum from them.
“Perfect,” he says. “Exactly what I’ve been imagining.”
“You’ve been… picturing this?” I bite my lip.
He puts my panties back into place, although they’re not going to do much at this point. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he says.
I watch him carefully pick up my pants and help me get them back on. He’s almost tender as he does it.
Once I’m dressed, he sits back into a chair with a sigh. “Now, it’s your turn,” he says, taking off his pants.
I bite my lip, eyeing his cock. It’s hard, straining against his boxer briefs.
He laughs, following my gaze. “No, not that,” he says. “My thigh.”
Understanding snaps into place. “Oh, right.” I drop to my knees. “Your massage.”
“Please,” he says. “It’s been aching like crazy today.”
“Of course.” I get right to it, still buzzing, still rolling on high from that orgasm. He leans back, closes his eyes, and lets me do my thing.