“Take it off.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. His temptress had lusted him all evening and when she was able to snatch James from the party, she quickly dragged him into his private study room. Outside, the loud music drowned the guests’ chatters and laughs. Nobody would miss them here.
Anna’s voice was seductive and husky, dripping with lust. James couldn’t help shivering when she pushed him on the chair behind his desk and hastily unbuckled his belt.
“Sweetheart,” James growled. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Your dad is in the party.”
“Screw him. Because of dad, I couldn’t see you for a week. Now, be quiet.” Anna unzipped his pants and shoved down his brief. She palmed his cock and gave him a few lazy strokes.
James groaned hard, almost shouting when Anna lowered her head and took him with her mouth. His heart wanted to jump out from his ribcage, and his balls tightened so hard, they were swelling against the teeth of the zipper. He couldn’t think straight. He might have forgotten his name too for a second. Like magic, she had wiped his mind to a blank slate, thinking of nothing but the pleasure she was giving him. He clawed her head; her silky hair spilled between his fingers. “Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out… “
Anna ignored him. His cock pulsed in her mouth, loving her attention. His crown nudged at the roof of her mouth as she made an intimate acquaintance. His hand tightened around her scalp. So good, the eager part of him quivered in her slippery-hot cavern of a mouth. His heart hammered viciously, and all of a sudden, he wanted to come so bad. He shifted gingerly. One part of him wanted to tug her head and order her to stop, and another wanted her to blow him until he came.