Page 389 of Valentino

His grip on my thighs tightens as he begins to lose focus, his stubble burning the most tender part of my body.

He reaches under his desk, and I hear the door click as he locks it.

Oh hell……. Here we go.

He lets loose and really lets me have it, licking and sucking.

He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he drops to his knees.

“I have needed to do this…. for years,” he murmurs into me.

My back arches off the desk as he slides three thick fingers deep into my sex as his tongue flickers at just the right place. I let out a deep moan.

“Oh…. God.”

My body convulses around him, and he lets out an evil chuckle.

“You’re going to fucking get it, Gracie,” he warns. “Parading this perfect ass around my office all this time. Driving my cock fucking crazy.”

Ahhh!

“Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in my office bathroom, imagining it was you on your knees, sucking me off?” He works me hard with his fingers, and I grip the desk.

Say something sexy….. anything.

Quick.

I’m so shocked by what’s happening that my mind is completely blank.

“I fucked myself with your computer mouse.”

He stills and his eyes rise to meet mine.

Oh hell…. that did not just come out of my mouth.

His eyes flicker with arousal. “You fucked yourself with my computer mouse?”

I think he liked it.

“Aha….” I cringe, this could go either way.

He stands, “And what else of mine have you fucked yourself with?” He unzips his suit pants and pulls out his supersized cock.

My eyes bulge from their sockets, nothing as fun-sized as that.

He’s engorged and hard, thick veins course down the length of it and it’s a wonder there’s any blood left in his body.

“Ruler.”

“My ruler?” he gasps.

Oh, for the love of God. Stop. Talking.

“How dare you use my stationery in this manner.” He widens his eyes; he likes this game.

I do too.

“That’s right.” I grab a handful of his hair and drag him back down to me. “Less talking, more fellatio.”