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I slowly got up from the chair and stalked behind the desk. I tossed my hair and sighed. My chest rose and fell. Declan’s gaze was glued to it. I knelt before him, deliberately brushing my breasts on his knees. His body went rigid.
I pushed his legs apart and settled myself right before his groin. I ran my hands over his black Versace slacks. His arousal made an impressive bulge, tenting the fabric with an unmistakably hard erection.
“I may not be good with office work, but I assure you, I’m very good at this.”
“What do you mean, Ms Knapp?”
“Pleasuring a man.” I squeezed the bulge. His cock twitched. “Pleasuring you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Let me show you, sir.” I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection strained against the briefs he wore. I pulled them down, letting the beast free. His cock bobbed obscenely, curving upwards. Fat, thick and long. I pressed my face to it and inhaled a lungful of his scent. He was fragrant with a musky, masculine aroma. A man in heat. I grabbed his shaft and gave him a wet lick from balls to tips.
Declan tried not to whimper, but he wasn’t successful. He made a choked sound.
“Mmm.” I smacked my tongue and wetted my lips with my saliva. “What do you think, sir? Do you like it?”
Declan’s jaw twitched. “I don’t know. Do it again.”
I dragged my tongue from base to crown. I nibbled, sucking on his sensitive flesh. I twirled my tongue and painted his hard cock with my saliva until he fidgeted in his seat. I clasped his shaft and plunged my mouth on his cockhead. I sucked him. Slowly. Passionately, until his body shuddered. He grabbed my head and fisted my hair as I deep-throated him. He groaned unintelligibly, ranting a string of incoherent mumbles. I popped him out of my mouth after I gave him a deep, sudden suck. Declan looked like he wanted to jump out of his skin.
“Well? Am I good?”
He spluttered. “Yes, you’re good.”
I purred. “Then maybe you’ll like this.”
Declan hissed when I unbuttoned my blazer. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath—just the brassiere. My breasts spilled out when I unclasped the hook of the bra. His eyes widened on my twins. Declan was a breast man.
I cupped my breasts and pushed them upwards until they formed a very deep cleavage. Declan gripped the armrests when I pressed my breasts to his erection. I trapped his granite-hard shaft between my globes. Then, slowly, I fucked him with my breasts. Up and down. Again. And again, until he panted like a dog.
“Christ. Jessie,” he mumbled, slipping out of character. “Shit. So fucking good.”
I smiled teasingly. “Does this mean I’m not fired, sir?” I asked, staying true to my role.
“No. You’re not fired.”
“Can I have a raise?”
He snorted. “Don’t push it.”
“Aww.”
Declan leant forward and crushed his mouth to mine. He kissed me greedily. I kissed him back with the same heat as he groped me all over. My breasts. My belly. My ass. When he couldn’t touch the juncture of my thighs because of the skirt, he broke the kiss.
“Get up. Present yourself to me.”
I got up and slid off my panties. I turned around, facing his desk, belly down.
“No. The other way.”
I turned again and spread my legs open.
Declan snaked his hands to my pussy. “You’re wet. Are you always this wet, Ms Knapp?”
I moaned. “No, sir. Only when I see you.”
“You’re such a naughty girl, fantasising about your boss.”
