tips of my thumbs over her wet folds before sinking them into her core. She let out a contented sigh.
Julia was hot. More than hot . . . she was explosive.
“Lick me, Mr. Diaz.”
Was it weird that my cock got even harder whenever she called me Mr. Diaz?
I flattened my tongue on her clit, and her hips began to move. Her sweet flavor made my mouth water. I couldn’t help myself; I buried my face between her thighs.
“You’re so good, Mr. Diaz. Make me come.”
I replaced my thumbs with two fingers and slapped her ass. She cried out some curse words, and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
Her head went back, and I felt her tighten around my fingers. She was coming. I gave her a moment to enjoy her climax before I hopped to my feet. Within seconds, my pants were around my ankles, and the condom from my desk drawer was rolled down my cock.
“Someone could walk in,” I pointed out right as I aligned my tip to her entrance.
“Possibly,” she said breathlessly with a smirk, “but unlikely. You don’t have any meetings for a while.”
I arrived on Tuesday to work, finding her with an enormous grin on her face and wearing the sexiest outfit I’d ever seen. She had on a very short skirt, and her blouse was so tight, I was afraid the buttons might pop off.
I suspected she wore it for me, and I had to admit . . . it worked. Once she sashayed into my office and announced her pussy felt neglected, I was already bending her over my desk.
“I hope you’re right, Ms. Nutters.”
I slowly pumped back and forth until my cock was deep inside her. Clenching my jaw, I tried to hold back the load I was about to blow. If Julia thought I had a wonder dick, then she had a magical pussy. It was sweet and hot and wrapped around my cock exquisitely.
With rosy cheeks, Julia had the most blissful look on her face. She was radiant.
“Is this what you love? My cock?”
She made enough names for it, I almost felt silly asking. But I liked to hear it.
“God, yes. Mr. Diaz, you have the best cock. I love it when you fill me.” She glanced back, nibbling on her lower lip.
I knew what she wanted. It seemed she loved ass play, and her orgasm proved it. I had never seen a woman cream herself—and it was because of me that she did.
I slid my thumb over her wet folds and spread up until her ass was nice and wet. She moaned in delight as I circled my thumb around until I pushed the tip inside.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Julia was already clenching around my cock as I worked my thumb inside her. She would not last, but neither would I.
“I’m coming,” she ground out.
I looked down and sure enough, I watched her drip all over my cock. My nose flared as I felt my balls tighten.
Placing my hand on the desk by her hip, I came. My back arched as I threw my head back.
My legs felt weak as I came down from my enormous high. Slowly, I slid out of her. Her panties were around here somewhere . . . I glanced around the floor.
“Thank you, Mr. Diaz. You thoroughly taught me a lesson. But just in case I unlearn it at some point,” she smiled as she pushed herself up and pulled down her skirt, “perhaps we need to make this a regular meeting.”
I scooped up her undies and dangled them from my finger as I held them out. She plucked them from me and leaned over, placing a small kiss on my cheek.
“We might be pushing it. And besides, if we’re keeping this up,” I waved a hand between the two of us, “I think we should do it properly. Let me take you out for dinner.”
Julia grabbed my tie, pulling me close, and then straightened it. I watched her fingers as they carefully fixed me up. And when they sifted through my hair, untangling the mess we had created, my heart stumbled.
This thing between us was more than I had wanted. More than I had been looking for, and I feared my heart was falling for her.
“There you go, good as new. No one walking in here would ever suspect you just fucked your assistant.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her in until I felt her hardening nipples against my chest.
“And what if