He reached for one of her golden breasts and teased and kneaded it while she pleasured him. She moaned on his cock, intensifying the pleasure she was already giving him. She popped him out of her mouth and continued to stroke him with her hand. Her mouth moved lower and sucked his sac into her mouth.
Dex loved how it felt to be stroked by her, but he wanted her mouth. He grabbed her hair and silently urged her to continue. He shuddered when her tongue licked the underside of his cock. She stopped to tease his head with the tip of her tongue, toying with the sensitive area. Dex squeezed his eyes shut when she swirled her tongue around his head. It felt so good it hurt. He needed relief. He was seconds from begging when Cayla’s hot mouth sucked him in until his tip hit the back of her throat.
“Ahhhh,” he moaned helplessly. She pulled back and sucked him in again slowly. He felt her lips and tongue caress every inch until he hit the back of her throat again. She pulled back again and paused with her mouth open for him. His eyes locked with her big ones; she was giving him permission to take control.
Dex didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. He gripped the side of her head and slid into her mouth slowly; he paused when his tip touched the back of her throat and watched her as he pushed further. He bit his lower lip to keep from yelling in pleasure as his head slid down her throat. He was buried to the hilt in her mouth, and it was bliss. He retreated and pushed back in again picking up speed with each thrust. To his surprise, Cayla took him like a pro; his blood boiled with lust.
He pumped faster with more shallow thrusts, his movement becoming jerkier the closer he got to his orgasm. He moaned deep when Cayla took over again, stroking him harder with each slurping pass. “Mmm. Honey, I’m gonna cum,” he gritted out while trying to retreat.
Dex was surprised when Cayla gripped his ass with her free hand to hold him in place. She continued the same pace and pressure until his cock shuddered a warning. She sucked him deep again, and his orgasm ripped through him. Cayla pushed his tip back down her throat until he was done.
She slipped his softening cock out of her mouth and licked her lips. Dex stood there stunned as she pulled his pants and underwear back into place as she rose. He eased into his chair, not trusting his legs. Cayla lifted her dress, allowing him to watch as she slid off her lacy panties. She placed them in his hand. They’re soaked. She pulled a new pair out of her purse and shimmied into them. Then, she adjusted the bodice of her dress, removing her beautiful breasts from his view.
Dex moaned to himself, he could still see her erect nipples under the material. He was so weak from his orgasm, he couldn’t command himself to move. He wanted to grab her and make her cum hard, but she was not moving within grabbing distance.
“Come here.” He meant it to be an order, but it sounded more like a plea.
Cayla had him confused and disoriented. He would have lost money if someone bet him that Cayla would do something so bold and sexy. That was one hell of apology. He’d consider being mad at her more often.
“No,” she denied. Her breathing was still slightly labored from her arousal.
“Your pussy needs me,” he countered with a little more composure.
He watched as her eyes darkened more towards green, but she remained rooted. “It’s not about me right now.” With that, she turned on her heel and marched out of his office leaving him as alone as he was when she’d arrived.
Dex looked around the office just to be sure he didn’t imagine it. Nope. Her wet panties still rested in his palm. He threw them next to the package on his desk. He refocused his attention on it, his curiosity spiked. If that was her apology, then what was in the package? He ripped the small box open and retrieved two envelopes. One was a standard letter envelope and the other was padded. Dex opened the letter first.
Hello Dex,
I’m sorry for acting like an ass this morning. I can’t promise that it won’t happen again, but I can promise it won’t happen the rest of my time off (Sat-Tue). I can also promise that my door will be unlocked at 8 PM tonight; however, I can’t promise I’ll be naked since I just might be wearing one of the options in the other envelope.
XOXO,
Cayla
Dex threw down the letter and grabbed the padded envelope. The adhesive wasn’t opening fast eno
ugh; he yanked his scissors out of his drawer and cut the top off. He shook the contents into his hands. Pictures. Each sheet was a collage of Cayla in a different type of lingerie. The first picture was a white lace teddy. Very nice, especially the pose of her standing with one leg bent in a chair with her juicy ass facing the camera. But, it wasn’t naughty enough for him. The next was a soft pink bra and panty set. It was completely see-through. Dex’s dick throbbed as he stared at his favorite pose of the collage: Cayla sitting in a chair. She was biting her bottom lip and her eyes simmered with arousal. Her back was arched like she was offering her breasts. The visible taut peaks teased him. Dex’s eyes moved down the photo. He groaned at the image. Her hands rested on her knees and her legs were spread wide open – he could see her puffy lips below the thin material.
Dex stood up and paced around his office giving himself a moment to cool down. He was ready to chase her down and make her scream his name, and he wasn’t done looking at the pictures. She was clearly turned on in the pictures. He imagined Cayla getting herself off with his replica when she finished the pictures. Dex took a few breaths and returned to the photos. The next was a red baby doll night gown. The torso area was sheer but it was also the tamest outfit so far. He’d love to see her in it, but wasn’t naughty enough for him either. He moved to option number four, and his heart froze. This was it. That’s the one he wanted. The black lace cropped, strapless corset was sexy and so was the barely-there black lace thong, but the black garter belt attached to the thigh high stockings was what got him going.
He pressed down on his hardening cock to ease the pressure. It was so close to his dream that he wanted to leave work immediately. Find her, tell her to put it on, and then make her ride him hard. Instead, he pulled out his phone.
Dex: The black one. No panties. No corset.
Cayla: Does that mean you forgive me?
Dex: We’ll see at 8.
Chapter 21
Dex sped from his place to Cayla’s on two wheels. He’d done everything he could to occupy his thoughts until 8 PM. He’d done some paperwork, helped in the kitchen, went for a run, and masturbated. It still did nothing to soothe the lust bubbling in his blood. He jumped out of his SUV with the food he’d made and charged toward her door. He lingered on the porch long enough to take a deep, cleansing breath. He didn’t want to scare her with his intensity.
Dex grabbed the knob with a shaky hand. He paused letting a moment of doubt wash over him. What if she’d reverted to the pricklier version of herself? If his fear became a reality, he would be crushed. He didn’t know how many more rejections he could take. Dex couldn’t let the possibility stay in his head. He focused on the positive and twisted the knob. He released a breath when the door opened without hesitation.
The living room’s lights were dim and soft music played in the background. Dex took a tentative step inside while inhaling the lavender hanging in the air. It helped calm his nerves, but Cayla’s sudden appearance ramped him up in a completely different way. She’d honored his request. Dex dropped the bag next to the door and turned to lock it. His heart his pumped into overdrive and he feared he’d pass out if he didn’t have her soon.
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