Chapter 12 Office Mate

Nicholas

"You won't...hurt me," Sinclair uttered. His chest tightened at her words.

Never!

He would sooner cut off his right hand than hurt even a single strand of her hair.

"You are right. You will always be safe from me, sweet. Always." His eyes darkened, watching her approached him timidly, he prayed for patience. Her cheeks tinged with a natural pinkish glow and she was breathing deeply. "But you need to know, to feel. You are mine. Come here." He patted his lap in an illicit invitation.

Approaching him slowly, he saw her eyes darted to the locked doors. "Don't even think about it, Sinclair. Running from me is futile. I will catch you and you wouldn't like the consequences." He didn't mean to sound like an asshole but he needed to assert his dominance for her to understand. She belonged to him and no other man was allowed to touch her until his dying breath. Or beyond. He was so selfish when it comes to his Sinclair.

Nicholas's heated gaze travel on her school girl outfit. She looked so innocently enticing without even trying. She was wearing a fitted executive black suit, a pristine white silk blouse, with matching pencil skirt which was shorter than he'd thought it would be, and her slender legs encased in sheer, black pantyhose, her calves were toned and her black pumps clicking on the floor as she hesitantly moved closer.

Her breasts were rounder and fuller despite her petite form and the jacket didn't fully close over her cleavage which was too generously displayed by the white blouse she hadn't buttoned high enough. He licked his lips, his cock twitched.

A tentative smile grazed her lips and her eyes softened, realizing her effect on him. She walked over to where he was sitting and sat on his lap, her short skirt riding up even higher on her shapely silky smooth thighs. The pressure of her firm, round ass on his lap felt better than anything else and the sight of the exposed portion of her cleavage so up close made him worry about getting out of control. Then she looped her arms around his neck and gave him that pouty look, he knew she was the only woman to bring him to his knees. He had known it all along. He tried to take a deep calming breath.

He placed his arm around the middle of her body, affectionately holding her firmly. He hadn't even realized how much he missed having his sweetheart back in his arms, he felt so at ease and tense at the same time. It never felt like this before. Only with Sinclair.

She wiggled on his lap. His breath hitched. The little minx! "Are you going to punish me, professor?"

He gritted his teeth and grind her down. "Would you like that, sweet?" His thumb cruised her lower lip. She opened her mouth to nip him. Fuck! Her most delectable curves beckoned him and he would not deny himself. This has turned out to be an afternoon delight.

"If the shoe fits," she answered breathlessly and buried her face on his shoulder. "But I really wouldn't do that to you, Nick."

"I know. I trust you. It's the frat boy I don't trust around you." She lifted her face from his shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Thank you," she bit her lip. He groaned.

"Don't do that, sweet." Then he hugged her with both arms and moved to kiss her cheek, but she turned her face and caught his lips on hers. The surprise gesture made his whole body stiffened, but he didn't back away. She was sensuously initiating a loving kiss on him and the only thing he was capable of doing was kissing her back. His pulse immediately jacked up a few notches. He pried her lips open to taste her sweetness and he moaned throatily when she met his tongue eagerly. Her moist, sensuous lips followed his movements, her warm, wet tongue probe into his mouth. He immediately met her, parried, and kissed her as hard and deep as he ever kissed any girl in his life. Now his cock was quickly growing hard against her tightly curved body, but he was past the point of caring.

His hands, frantic, moved to her front, pressing and caressing until she whimpered above him. Breaking their kiss almost savagely to let her breath, he held her by her slender shoulders, panting, their gazes full of desire. "This was supposed to be a lesson, sweet." He breathed on the throbbing pulse in her throat.

"Then teach me, professor." Her soft breathless voice was his undoing.

The last thread of his control evaporated. Just a taste. Then he will stop. He would make sure her first time will be on his estate after her engagement party. There he could take her any way he wanted to. All his fantasies will be fulfilled. But today, he will taste her delectable pussy.

Mature Content 18+

In a practice move, he reversed their position, her small inviting body sprawled on the divan while he kneeled between her spread thighs, his hands on her asscheeks urging the lower half of her body forward, the back of her hips on the edge of cushioned furniture.

"Stay and don't move." His large hands cupped her knees while his long fingers spread over the top of her thighs. He could feel her warm skin from the gauzy thinness of her black stockings.

Following the trail of thin silken material, his thumb, and forefinger grazed the edge, tracing Sinclair's hot skin underneath. He felt her sharp intake of breath gaining his attention. "Do exactly as I say, sweet." She nodded her head frantically.

"Anything," Sinclair whispered with a moan.

Nicholas pulled her lower body more firmly, spread her thighs wider while raising her skirt until he was given access to her barely covered pristine pussy. Groaning, he buried his face on the delicious site before him and inhaled her sweet arousal lustily. His nose nuzzled her clit through her black cotton thong and Sinclair's body jerked towards him. So responsive.

Raising his head, his darkened brown eyes roaming her tensed face, he asked, "do you want me to make you cum, sweet?" Her soft brown eyes glazing, she nodded. His lips moved on her throbbing flower, his tongue darting out to have a taste of her from the damp material. He groaned from the prelude.

"Please, baby," she said panting. His hard cock pulsed inside his black pants. The innocent use of endearment coming from her sent tingles in his spine.

"Lift," he growled. Squirming, Sinclair lifted her hips to help him divest her of her plain underwear. He would have liked to rip them off of her but the thought of his sweetheart prancing around sans her pair of panties in a public place later made his blood boil. He was insanely possessive of her and he was proud to admit it.

Bare for him, he hungrily mapped her moist cunny. Alluringly shaved, creamy white, pinkish vulva, lips tight around her labia covering her untried slit, and her small nub peaking, urging, pulsing with her arousal, he took a deep breath to curb the urge to ravish her then and there. He had promised himself he will only have a taste, would follow it through even if it killed him.

"Nicholas," with pleading gaze, she looked down at him at home within her open thighs, his broad shoulders, fully clothed in his Armani suit, wedge in between leaving his sweet no room to move, open for his possession, she blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, and every inch in between. Nicholas watched in fascination at the goosebumps and patches of reddish-pink spreading on her inner thighs.

"Beautiful, Sinclair. Fucking beautiful," groaning deep in his throat, he bent down and licked her folds lazily. Her cries made him smirk. Just a small touch and she was ready to combust. He hummed his approval when her fingers crumpled his coat in desperation. "So sweet," he murmured, his tongue laving the skin connecting to her inner thighs, down to her pussylips, careful not to touch her throbbing clit yet, wanting to drag his torture as long as possible.

Raising his gaze while he loved her with his mouth, he carefully observed her every reaction to his calculated movements. Her eyes closed tightly in bliss, her head was thrown back on the cushioned frame, pouty pair of pink lips opened a fraction, panting deeply, rhythmically, following every stroke of his tongue, her brows furrowed in concentration murmuring his name.

Stunningly gorgeous. His woman.

With his face firmly planted between her spread limbs, his hands went to her hips, momentarily guiding her movements until she caught his tempo. Satisfied, his warm hands slid to her torso, cupping the underside of beauties through her blouse, his thumbs easily finding her hard nipples despite being fully cloth.

"Oh, god!" She moaned, arching, trying to escape from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

Nicholas held her tighter, his lips and tongue roaming her wet pussy with renewed purpose. Laving and sucking her pussylips, running circles on her hard sensitive nub at the same time plucking her nipples. Aware of each and every nuance of her body, he stopped abruptly, denying her completion. Taking a constricted breath, ignoring the ache in his loins and her delectable scent, he looked up, waiting until she opened her eyes and focused on his taut features. "Who do you belong to, Sinclair?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"What?" Her soft brown eyes glazed, she whispered in a daze.

"Who.Do.You.Belong.To?" He asked forcefully. He felt his eyes darkened in dominance, his hands molded her breasts harshly. She cried out and her hips lifted to his face, offering, pleading for him to finish. "Answer me and I will give you what you want."

"You! I belong to you. Only you, Nick!" Her desperate answer gave him his next air to breathe.

"Don't you dare forget it, Sinclair! Never." He uttered commandingly. She whimpered. Clearly, his dominance affected her. Satisfied for the time being, he went back to his enticing meal. Finding delight from her flowing juices. Sucking her entire pussy, ready to drink her nectar. Coaxing her surrender, leaving one hand from her heavy mounds, his middle finger played with her moisture, tracing her narrow pussy slit, the blunt end probed gently. Though he had fingered her before, he knew from experience it will take extra care. His Sinclair was an untried virgin and he was her first in everything.

She bucked and winced. Her face pinched from the alien feeling of his thick digit entering her. Nicholas stopped, giving her time to adjust. Fuck! Just one finger and a tight fit it was. He made a mental note to prepare her more for their first time. Gritting his teeth, the pressure on his groin killing him, he left her breast for a moment and reach down to release his pulsing dick. He will let her suck him off after he was done giving her multiple orgasms.

Ignoring the precum dripping from his bulbous dick, his finger dipped deeper, her cherry taunting him, he groaned and searched for her fleshy spot, her pussy walls protested his probing. To distract her, he sucked her clit softly, then his tongue soothed her throbbing nub. More of her creamy juices flowed. Bathing his lips and fingers. "Cum, sweet. Let me drink you." He mumbled and his middle finger thrust in and out. Circle then probed deeper. Harder. Hitting her spot perfectly. Her lower body followed his rhythm.

So fucking sexy.

Aware she was about to peak, he synchronized his attentions on her clit to his moving finger in her wet slit, moaning deeply, her whole body trembled, and her thighs caged his head while her hands gripped his locks pushing him to where she needed him the most. Her cunny spasmed and gripped his finger as she came hard on his face. He eagerly lapped her sweet-tart juices, humming at her taste. He kept eating her until she came once more, this time with a small cry of delight. Pushing her creaming pussy on him, asking for more. And he gave her more until she laid boneless below him. Heaving and panting for breath.

Giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, Nicholas stood before her and pulled down his trousers and blue silk boxers, baring his rigid erection and cum-filled balls. One hand on his cock, he moved closer until his cockhead hit her lips. Her dreamy eyes opened in surprise then she smiled at him gloriously. Always ready to please him, she opened her mouth, her dainty tongue licked the precum from his tip. He looked down at her as she made love to him with her mouth. Sucking and moaning. Her small hands enveloped his hard length, massaging the thick inches she couldn't fit in her hot mouth. It wouldn't take much for him to cum. He had no control when it came to his sweetheart. His balls tightened, a signal for his release. With tremors in his hands, he gripped her face and fucked her mouth, he felt her gagged and he almost stopped, alarmed that he might have hurt her but she moaned her protest, and she held unto his buttocks while she bobbed her head, taking more of him. "Fuck, Sin! I'm cumming." He growled. And unable to control his lust, he filled her mouth and throat with his thick white cum. She swallowed him with a groan as he kept cumming. Not wanting to choke her, he withdrew his spasming cock length, some of his cum went to her neck and hair. He moaned like an animal, excited to mark her with his scent.

Sinclair giggled. A sweet happy sound and he found himself grinning like a fool. "I've learned something today, professor." She said with soft eyes gazing at him in wonder. His heart constricted from emotions he only felt with her.

"What is it, sweet?" He asked and donned his underwear and pants once more.

"That I belong to you." She said matter of factly, honesty reflected on her soft brown depths.

His whole body stilled. Fuck his meeting with the club. Sinclair was more important. And she deserved another orgasm.

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