And just as he had long suspected, underneath all those clothes she liked to wear, she was stunning. Although the overly voluminous skirt still shrouded the lower half of her body, the top made his knees damn near buckle. Underneath the most conservative packaging, Dontae wore a lacy push-up bra pressing her breasts up to almost overflow the delicate cups. The crescent-shaped tops of her areolas were clearly visible, her nipples standing tall and pressing out against the fabric trying to contain them.
Parson sucked in a harsh gulp of air as his hands cupped them, his fingers rolling the puckered nubbins between his fingers. As Dontae’s mouth opened, Parson lowered his own to take the kiss he had been dying for. She offered no resistance as he took her mouth ruthlessly, demanding entry, which she gave without a fight. The moment of her surrender was tangible, the way her body melted against him at first contact. Unabashedly Donate rocked against him as he lifted her against the wall. There was too much fabric between them, damn it. He wanted to feel her, all of her. Gathering yards of material from her hated skirt, he lifted it out of the way to bunch around her waist. There! That was what he wanted to feel. Reaching down between them, Parson groaned against her lips when he found the crotch of her panties hot and wet for him. Dontae wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him between her thighs. There was nothing he could do to stop his hips from grinding into her, letting her sweetness soak through his jeans. He felt the wet spot growing on his own crotch, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the here and now.
His arms snaked around her waist as he lifted her away from the wall to the workstation against the back wall. Perching on the edge, Parson yanked the skirt, then the panties down and away. Dropping down so that he was face to face with her sweetness, he had to fight not to plunge inside her without delay. Oh God, that had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. Neatly trimmed, the skin reminded him of a decadent truffle on the outside, all bright pink and beckoning on the inside. Spreading the lips of her labia, he ran the flat of his tongue against the entire length. Her sweet honey flavor burst on his tongue, eliciting another belly-deep groan. Fuck, she tasted so damn good! It was addicting; he knew he would never get enough of the way she tasted, the way she groaned and rolled her hips against his face. Parson drove his tongue deep inside her as far as he could, thrusting in and out, then moving quickly upwards to swirl her clit before sucking it between his lips.
4
“Oh, fuck! Yeah, please, Parson, eat me, just like that!” Dontae gasped, anchoring her feet on his shoulders, her hips lifted to press harder against his hungry mouth. While she may have imagined this a million times or more over the last three years, the reality was so far beyond her fantasies it wasn’t even funny.
Everything about this was insane. They could so easily get caught and be out of a job. Not more than thirty minutes ago, she'd been convinced Parson would never be anything more than fodder for her naughty journals. If this was what he did after finding the one on her desk, what would he do if he found out there had been two others filled from cover to cover with dirty little thoughts she’d had about him? Perhaps this moment had been inevitable since the second she had started writing about him. Intense attraction had a way of coming out. She'd been oh so blind not to see she wasn't the only one suffering from unrequited lust.
“So sweet, so good,” Parson murmured against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations of his deep voice shooting into her core.
“Oh, shit!”
The first orgasm knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her unable to scream, unable to even groan. Her legs shook, her nipples so hard she swore they might cut through the fabric of her bra.
“That was so beautiful, baby,” he whispered, kissing his way up her body. On his feet once more, he bit down on the tender spot between her neck and her shoulder, sucking the small hurt away. His hands cupped her breasts once more, pushing the bra under the round mounds before lowering his mouth and engulfing one in his mouth while his fingers pulled at the other.
Dontae thought she would surely die. His mouth sucked hard, yet he managed to circle his tongue around her nipple as he sucked. Her legs opened wider as his hand slid between them, his fingers entering her and curving upward, hitting her g-spot as if he had always known right where it was. The second orgasm was immediate, making her so wet and ready she was half a second from climbing him as he stood.
“Parson, please!” She begged, she pleaded. “If you don’t fuck me I will hurt you!” Yeah, she would threaten to. Fuck shy, she needed him.
“Hold on, baby, I’ll give you what you need.”
The forceful plunge knocked the breath out of her lungs. Oh God, she had never imagined he would be that thick, that long. The slow drag of his retreat brushed against every nerve centered in her core. She saw stars before her eyes as he slammed inside of her again, buried to the hilt inside her aching pussy. He stretched her to the point of pain, making her so full she was sure she could feel him in her throat. Oh God, it hurt so good.
“Is this what you wanted?” Parson demanded in a low growl.
How the hell could he speak? Dontae certainly couldn’t. All she could do was nod. Hell yeah this was what she wanted, and so much more. “You are mine, Dontae. Mine. In every fucking way. I want it all. I want your secrets, your fantasies. You come to me and only me and I will make them come true.”
She was going to come. He had barely been inside her for a few minutes and she was already half out of her mind.
“Yes, yes, yes! Yours. I swear.” She would agree to just about anything, just as long as he finished what he started.
Only suddenly he stopped. Not moving, Parson gripped her hard close to him, not allowing her to move either.
“I’m not kidding, Dontae. These aren’t empty words said in the heat of passion.” Dontae couldn’t look away. His hazel gaze held her completely captive. “We will go through every scenario in that damn book of yours and perform each and every one. When we’re done, we’ll do it all over again, unless you have others?”
His brow arched like he already knew the answer. Holy crap, he was serious. She swallowed, nodded and tried like hell not to squirm. But his cock was literally pulsating inside her. So beautifully broad, so close to making her completely fall apart.
“Don’t nod, I want to hear you understand me.”
Well he just couldn't make it easy, could he? “Yes. Parson, I understand you.”
“And?”
“And I agree, okay? Now, please, Parson, I am so close.”
Instead of giving her what she needed, what she was begging for, he shot her a wicked grin before reaching down and pinching her clit.
Her body jumped, but he held her too close for her to be able to get any friction between them. Son of a bitch!
But then he started to move. Not as fast and hard as before, but in slow, deliberate movements. Because he was still holding her by the hips firmly to the workbench, she was unable to move with him. It was torture, but it felt so damn good. Dontae asked, threatened, beseeched, but Parson seemed to be in no hurry. For what seemed like forever he tormented her, driving her out of her mind by giving just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over. It wasn’t until she was sure that she could take no more that he began to move faster. Finally, she was about to gyrate against him as he moved hard, faster. His strokes increased, pounding inside her until she was mindless with the intense pleasure she was receiving. Suddenly she was there, exploding so thoroughly her orgasm rocked her body to her very bones.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as the quakes began deep inside of her. “Oh, God, Parson, I’m coming!”
“Fuck yeah, come for me, baby. Come with me. Come with me.”
Dontae had to bite down on Parson’s shoulder to keep from screaming. Oh God, it was so good, so right. Even after they lay still, panting to catch their breaths, there were tiny little quakes shaking her pussy. The things she had written in her journals didn’t even come close to this.
“So how many journals do you have?”
