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Nevada Day

... opinion, what woman in her right mind wouldn’t date him, let alone fuck him? Now he was kissing me in the way I had only fantasized about. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy dampen. So many naughty thoughts raced through my mind. Jacob broke off our kiss and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you first started here. In fact, there are so many things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long now.” “Like what?” I asked, biting my lower lip. “I wanted to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom after your little stunt of staying late, then calling the police on me.” “In my defense, I didn’t see you, only your outlines. Would you have had me done anything different?” He paused, and ran his fingers along the edge of my face. “No, I don’t think I would. But, you were here after hours without permission.” “True.” I really couldn’t argue with that. “And then I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have you suck my cock while I’m on an important business call, especially with Mr. Rocca.” “Oh?” What did he know? “I knew he sent you to spy on me.” “He thought you were stealing from him.” “Well, technically I was. But you helped me fix that. I knew right there and then, you were a keeper. In fact, because of you, we’ve actually made more money in the last quarter since the recession. Now, I want nothing more than to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard after I’ve fucked that smart mouth of yours.” Jacob’s gray eyes burned with desire. It was clear what he wanted. He ...

... reached around and grabbed my pony tail hard enough to tell me he was serious without hurting me, then kissed me again. I could feel his hard cock pressing through his pants and into my abdomen. I reached down to unzip his slacks when he released me. He stepped over to the coffin, grabbed the pillow and said, “I’m not a complete ass, you might want to set your knees on this.” I smiled. “Thanks. That would be nice.” Jacob moved to the edge of his desk and leaned back. “I was thinking of having you sit under my desk, but I think I’ll save that for next week, that is, if you willing.” I smiled wickedly at him. “I might be.” He grinned. “I like the way you think. Now, where were we?” I stepped up, tossed the satiny pillow on the floor by his feet, and said, “I believe I was about to fulfill your first wish, Master.” Jacob snickered. “So do I get three wishes then?” “Sure,” I said, unzipping his pants and freeing his steel-rod cock from his pants. “Please make your first wish to make it all official.” “I wish for you to suck my cock, but don’t make me cum. Not yet, anyway.” “As you wish, Master,” I said, kneeling down before him, on the pillow. His cock was perfect. Not too thick, not too long, tanned with a purple mushroom head. His balls were darker, and firm. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling its soft exterior and pulsing veins from his heartbeat. I licked the head, tasting the sweet, salty precum and purred. Jacob moaned softly, watching my every move. I slid my mouth ...