Blaine
Azira approaches me in the corridor, which is gutsy. She’s been getting more and more forward since I fucked her in the bathroom at the hockey match.
“What are you doing now?” She asks.
I glance at my watch. “I’ve got a staff meeting in twenty minutes.”
She looks disappointed by that. “Oh.”
“Which means I have time to devour you.”
Her eyes light up. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Now get your sexy ass into my office now.”
Her brow arches. “Office?”
I nod. “Yes.”
She spins around and heads toward my office. I can practically feel the excitement reverberating through the air from her, and it’s sexy as hell.
She leans against the wall next to the door to my office, waiting for me to unlock it. I glance around the corridor to ensure no one is around, as at this rate, people are going to notice me constantly spending time with her.
“In you go.”
Azira struts inside my office, her hips swaying from side to side. She’s always been a confident girl, but lately she’s blossomed into a sexy vixen of a woman who knows how to drive me fucking crazy with nothing more than her walk.
Once inside my office, I yank her back into my chest, feeling every curve of her soft body against the hard edges of mine. “Have you been fantasizing about this all day?” I whisper into her ear.
She arches her back, pressing her ass into my erection. “Yes, sir.” With a roll of her hips, she grinds against me, drawing a soft growl from deep within. “All day I’ve been thinking about you fucking me.”
I press my lips to her neck and then sink my teeth into the skin there. “Shame I don’t have time to fuck you, but I’ll give you release, malishka.” I force her back around and hoist her onto the edge of my desk, pushing her skirt up to her hips.
When I see she’s not wearing any panties, I shake my head. “So sure you’d get some action that you came to me with no panties on?” I ask.
Seductively, she drags her tongue against her bottom lip. “I’m always prepared for you, sir.”
The incessant press of my cock against the zipper of my pants becomes unbearable, but I ignore it. There’s no time because of some stupid weekly staff meeting that will achieve fuck all.
I slide the pad of my finger through her sensitive flesh, watching the way she trembles as I let it barely skate over her clit. “Tell me what you want.” I hold her gaze.
She shudders. “You, sir. I want all of you.”
Her declaration drives me crazy as I dip my head between her thighs and suck on her clit forcefully. She cries out, her thighs trembling.
“Quiet or I’ll have to stop.”
Her teeth sink into her lip and she nods once in agreement. “Yes, sir.”
I sink my teeth into her inner thigh, making her yelp in surprise. Reaching onto my desk, I grab my tie and scrunch it into a ball. “Open wide.”
She opens her mouth and I shove the balled up fabric into her mouth.
“Silent, malishka.”
She nods in response, clawing at the edge of my desk as I return my lips to her center.
Slowly, I drag the tip of my tongue right through her soaking wet entrance all the way to her clit and back again.
A frustrated little grunt is audible from behind the gag in her mouth as she glares at me, wanting more like the greedy little pet she is.
“Patience, Sidorov.”
Her brow furrows as I lick her inner thigh, teasing her.
She places her fingers in my hair and tries to guide me to where she wants me.
I growl and grab her wrists, restraining her. “No touching.”
Frustration enters her expression as she shakes her head, but does as she’s told.
I run the tips of my teeth over her clit and she shakes.
And then I thrust two fingers inside of her and her head falls back in satisfaction. I suck her clit into my mouth and her entire body shakes with pleasure.
She’s my high and I’m addicted to her as I watch her eyes roll back.
A niggling doubt exists at the back of my brain, knowing like a crack addict that my addiction is dangerous, but quitting is just as difficult. I push it out of the forefront of my mind and focus on the beauty before me, drowning in this feeling.
And I devour her, wanting nothing but to bring her to climax as if I’m a slave to her pleasure. Never before have I felt such a desperate need to inflict pleasure, it’s normally pain.
Her soft moans are muffled by the tie in her mouth as I drive her higher and higher, nipping and sucking at her arousal as I finger her.
Playing her like an instrument, I push her over the edge in record time.
Her lip quivers and even with the fabric in her mouth, the sweet sound of her coming is still audible.
“That’s it, come for me, Azira.”
Her eyes snap open and hold mine, as her pleasure peaks in waves. I watch her, knowing that quitting the sensation she gives me is impossible. Addiction is a real problem and Azira is mine.