Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,72

her sexy butt in my Big and Tall executive leather chair. She moaned a little when she leaned back. “This chair is amazing.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. My girl was up to something. I didn’t quite know what it was yet, but I was fucking excited to find out.

“And?” I asked as I walked to the desk. I towered over her as she reclined.

“And, what? Can’t I enjoy your chair?” She wiggled her butt in the seat. “Can I have one of these for home? Sketching will be so much easier with this cradling my ass.”

“Sure, cupcake. I’ll get you one.”

She looked up at me through her lashes. “Yeah?” She took her lower lip between her teeth.

If I wasn’t mistaken, my girl was trying to seduce me in my own office. “Yeah. I’ll get you one…if.”

She blinked up at me. “If, what?”

I crooked my finger at her. As she stood up, I took her spot in the chair. “If you tell me what you think of my office.”

Easing her ass to the edge of the desk, she leaned forward. Braced herself on the arms of my chair. “I like your office, Mr. Penn.” She edged towards me. Flicked her tongue out against my lips. “I really like your office.”

Before I could react to her tongue, she sank to her knees between my legs.

“Sweet fuck, cupcake,” I breathed as all of my remaining blood flow traveled south. I slapped at the button that would lock the doors to my office. “If I’d known you would like it this much, I’d move you in here with me. We can share the damn space.”

Her husky chuckle danced fingers of sensation down my spine. She looked up at me. “You might not think so before I’m done with you.” She attacked my zipper like a Delta Force team against enemy insurgents.

My dick was free and in her mouth before I could even think of a reply. She hummed as she sucked. Flicked her tongue over the vein on the underside of my cock. Taking a big breath, she slid all the way to the base before she gagged. She found that perfect depth and then, ringed my dick with her fingers, she started fucking my dick with her mouth.

I threaded my fingers through her hair and just hung on. She was the perfect study. From no blow job experience to getting me hard in five seconds flat, I was almost embarrassed that she played my body like a finely tuned instrument.

All thoughts of embarrassment faded when she scooped her hand into my pants and gently cupped and massaged my balls. My head fell back against the seat as a long groan purled from my mouth. Sweet fuck.

Just as she was finding her rhythm, just as I was getting into the zone, she stopped. She pulled off with a loud pop. She raised her head, looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“You okay?” I asked, my breath panting slightly.

She nodded. She dipped her chin, blew a stream of cool air over my wet dick.

I shuddered. “Fuck, cupcake.”

Her chuckle was sin wrapped in smoke. “Guess what time it is, Mr. Penn?”

“Time to fuck you into next week.” I moved to grab her under the arms.

She leaned back out of reach, a smile on her face.

Joke was on her. That was exactly what time it was. I was going to rip those jeans off her body and feast on her cunt. Give her enough orgasms to make her pussy tighter than a glove as I pushed my way inside her.

She shook her head. Her hair brushed over my legs and groin like a sigh. “Guess again.” She leaned forward, swiped her tongue up my cock from base to tip.

“Time for me to eat your pussy.” I reached for her again. Growled low in my throat when she evaded me again. “What time is it, cupcake?”

She stood up. “Time for the girls to start arriving for girls nights!” She did a little dance.

“No.” I shook my head, turned my wrist up to look at my watch. It’s numbers mocked me. I snarled. “You can’t leave me like this.” I grabbed the base of my cock and shook it at her.

She laughed. “Oh, but I’m going to. I’m wet enough to have drenched panties. We’re both going to suffer.” She slid her hand over my dick, squeezed her fist tight. “Then, tonight…we’ll fuck like bunnies.” She tilted her head to the side. “Or teenagers. Either way,