Idara
He was thick and hot in my hand, my heartbeat racing as I instinctively wet my lips. His forehead rested against mine, face contorted in raw pleasure while our fingers slid together along his rigid length.
I still couldn’t quite believe it—I was in my boss’s office, him stark naked in front of me with zero hesitation, and here I was, stroking his straining c**k that jumped every time my thumb grazed the swollen head.
Soft, broken moans escaped him as I stopped following his lead and took over completely. He let go of my hand, surrendering control, and I worked him like he belonged to me.
Then his mouth slammed into mine in a desperate, devouring kiss. I’d never seen a man unravel like this in front of me before—beautiful and sinful all at once.
I was soaked, my panties clinging
