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I glanced at my laptop, the document still open on the screen. “The document you sent me was perfect. Well done, little Charlotte.”
“Thank you, Mr. Steele.” Her breath hitched again when I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her naked breasts to my hungry gaze. I cupped their heavy weight, teasing her nipples into hard buds with my thumbs before dipping my head and sucking on her right one.
She arched her back, her fingers digging into my arms as I switched to her left nipple. Her soft cries and how she rocked her body against mine sent fiery need through me.
I tugged her head back and kissed a soft path across her throat to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe before saying, “You did so well with your work. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like me to eat your pussy, good girl?”
She trembled against me, her nipple a hard pearl against my palm. She nodded, and I squeezed her breast lightly. “Ask me nicely for what you want.”
Her breath rasped in and out, hot little puffs of air against my skin as she continued to tremble. “Please, sir?”
I chuckled, giving her nipple a light pinch that made her gasp and twitch. “You’ll need to be more specific than that.”
“Mr. Steele, I…”
I brushed my mouth against hers and whispered, “Ask me, good girl.”
“Please eat my pussy, sir,” she said, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink.
I smiled at her, pressing my hand against her sternum until she lay on her back. I leaned over her and kissed from between her breasts to her bellybutton, nuzzling it lightly before tracing my tongue along the edge of her skirt’s waistband.
I thought briefly of stripping her naked before deciding against it. Even from our few sessions, it wasn’t difficult to spot Charlotte’s uneasiness whenever I asked her to remove clothing. While I didn’t understand her shyness, not when she had such a magnificent body, I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. I wanted her to remember only bliss the first time I made her come on my mouth.
I pressed a kiss against her knee before licking my way up her inner thigh. She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk when I nipped her soft thigh. “Spread your legs wider, Charlotte.”
She let them drop open, and I studied her pink pussy, my mouth watering. I’d meant to tease and torment, but I lost all self-control the moment I saw her clit peeking out between her wet pussy lips. Christ, had I ever wanted to taste a woman so badly before?
I pressed my hands against her inner thighs and leaned over, licking her wet slit from her entrance to that pretty clit peeking out. She cried out, her body shuddering and bucking when my tongue lingered on her clit.
I used my thumbs to push apart her pussy and studied her clit for a few seconds before, my mouth still watering, diving in. I lapped at her clit, cleaning away her sweet tasting cream before sucking on the bundle of nerves.
She made another harsh cry, her fingers digging into my scalp as she clutched at my head. I licked and sucked, cleaning away every bit of her sweet cream before returning to her clit.
She babbled softly, nonsense words mixed in with pleas and curses, as she rocked her hips wildly, seeking more friction than my tongue gave her. I slid two fingers deep into her entrance, groaning at how fucking tight she was and rubbed her clit hard with my thumb.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she chanted.
I nipped her inner thigh again. “Remember the rule, little Charlotte. It’s my name you call when you come.”
“Yes, Mr. Steele,” she gasped, her thighs shaking as I slid my fingers into her.
I bit back my urge to growl at her that my name was Deacon. Sharing our real names was expressly forbidden. Besides, what did it matter if she cried Deacon or Mr. Steele? It was still me, either way. Still, I couldn’t help but wish that I could hear her gasping my real name as she came.
I shook away the thought and concentrated on fucking Charlotte with my fingers as I sucked on her clit. Her cries grew more shrill, and she held my head tight, grinding herself against my face.
I lifted my head, sucking in a deep breath. “Your pretty cunt is sopping wet for me. Isn’t it, good girl?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I slowed the movement of my fingers, ignoring her soft cry of protest. “Look at me, Charlotte.”
“Sir, please.”
“Look at me,” I repeated.
