"I'm sorry," he whispers into my ear, slightly biting the tip of it as he speaks.
"I will never forgive you," I whisper back, hardly able to speak.
"Please," he begs, going lower, to my cleavage, and kissing his way down until he’s kneeling in front of me, raising my dress.
His hands are on my inner thighs, and he pushes my legs apart, placing his face between my hips.
"Please," he pleads again, whispering to my center, so close to my pussy that I can feel his breath on my skin. I shudder involuntarily.
"No!" I cry out, squeezing his shoulders tightly with my palms.
I want to say yes, I want to scream it so loudly that my knees become weaker with each second that I feel his warm breath between my thighs.
He grabs my ass in his palm, while his other hand touches my panties and slightly pushes them away, exposing my clit.
"Then I'll need to beg harder," he says before leaning closer and pressing his lips to my center.
I cry out loudly, trying to squeeze my legs closed, but he holds them open with his shoulders.
He sucks me in, and I start shaking; my legs become so weak I can't stand up straight anymore.
He raises my legs up, arranging them on his shoulders and holding my ass with his hands. My back is pressed to the door, but I still have no idea how he managed to raise me up so easily.
My panties shimmy back in place again, preventing his tongue from reaching me. Instead of putting me back on the ground and taking them off, he grips them with his teeth and tears them apart with the help of his hands, freeing my pussy.
I swear I've never seen a gesture more passionate and arousing than that. And the last time I was inflamed like this was…
Never. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
His tongue circles my clit, and I moan again, even louder this time, not trying to push him away any longer.
I want this. Him. Jack Harden kneeling before me, sucking my pussy in the Plaza's penthouse suite. I don't know if it's a dream or a nightmare, but as long as the pleasure lasts, I want to feel every single drop of it.
He sucks me in again, harder this time, squeezing my ass in his palms at the same time.
I know I'm gonna explode any second, and I swear I've never craved anything more than I crave this.
My body tenses, impatiently waiting for the climax, trying to get to it as fast as I can, digging my nails into his thick hair.
And then he stops, slightly pulling away, only touching my clit with the tip of his nose.
"Fuck you, Harden," I swear, both angry with him and totally at his mercy at the same time.
I feel so powerless right now: the only thing I want, I can only get from a man I hate.
But I also feel strong as hell: Jack Harden, my boss and the biggest jerk on the planet, is licking my pussy as if it's his favorite dessert.
He starts rubbing my clit with his tongue again, just slightly, but it's enough for me to cry out again and arch my back involuntarily, trying to increase the friction.
His thumb moves from my ass to my center, and then he pushes the tip of it inside my hole, sucking my clit so hard that I begin to combust.
My inner walls grab his finger and squeeze it hard as he makes a couple of circles with his tongue and then sucks me in again.
And that's when I explode: I break into thousands of tiny pieces that spread like the sparks of the firework, making me feel pleasure in places I never have before.
The pleasure pulses and flows across my whole body, and he keeps sucking me in until the very last drop.
My legs become weak, so weak I don't feel them anymore. I let go of his hair and my arms fall down to my sides. He gently lowers my legs from his shoulders, still holding me tightly so I don't fall. And then he takes me in his arms the way a groom takes his bride, and my head silently falls to his chest as he carries me to the master bedroom.