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.His hands followed his tongue, the tips of his fingers dragging inside me against the back of my clit in a little “come here” gesture that had me swooning and moaning his name.He repeated the motion, his tongue teasing the glans hiding under the hood of my clit at the same time.He was going to make me come again, just as hard as the first time.It was an alien sensation -- not the climax, but at the hands of a man.I’d had few lovers and, apparently, Blake was right.They’d been amateurs.Selfish amateurs, their critical gazes comparing me to the women who had dumped them and finding me not worth their time to please.Dive in, pump a few times and get the hell out.Not Blake.He took his time.All part of his brand -- customer satisfaction and a famous, meticulous attention to detail.He nibbled, sucked, stroked, his gaze raking my flesh before locking on my face.Holy fuck -- I was not going to NOT enjoy this, not when he was looking at me like that, his expression fierce as he devoured my cunt, licking, slurping, driving me right up and over the edge.I tightened around his fingers, trying to halt the onrush of my climax.Blake pushed deeper, three fingers wide as his shoulders wedged my thighs open.My ass lifted from the mattress, my pussy cresting against his mouth as he delivered another deep stroke.My stomach rippled, the muscles of my pussy causing it to roll up and down as the rest of my body locked in place.His hand took up a steady rhythm, his tongue and lips matching the pace as the first wave of my climax slammed through me.I cried out, my palms thrust open and pressing down on his skull.“Yes, Blake.oh.right there.”Right.Fucking.There.Another wave slammed through me, faster and harder than the first.The undertow tugged at my hips, pulling me down for a second before the next wave buoyed me back up.His name ripped from my throat one last time before I collapsed in a shuddering, sticky mess of ecstasy.Blake surged up the mattress.He rolled me onto my side, his chest pressed against my back.He was still clothed, only his shoes abandoned.I gripped the side of his pant leg, my nails threatening to shred the fabric as my ass bounced against his cock.“Shhh, baby.” He reached around, cupping and squeezing my mound in an effort to control me.His teeth scraped along my neck before gently biting down.“You can't keep moving like that, Pippa.”He squeezed again, his fingers dipping into the wet pulse of my hole to trace the ring of muscle as I groaned into the pillow.“You keep moving against me and I'm going to take you -- right now.”I wanted him to take me, could feel through the cloth how thick and hard he was.I wiggled my ass, pressed it tighter against him.“No baby.” His breath vibrated hot along my throat as a shudder rolled through him.“Blake.please.” A whimper, a wiggle.I tried to reach between our bodies to find and palm his cock, to stroke the hard shaft until his will crumbled and he was buried balls deep inside me.He captured my wrists, brought my hands up to cross over my breasts as he threw a leg over my lower body.“I promised you, love, you're in good hands.Don't make me break my word.”I tried to do just that but, in the end, he wrestled me into submission.Fatigue claimed me soon afterwards and I slept through to morning, waking to find a single rose on the pillow beside me and a fresh change of clothes.**********The clothes were a perfect fit and further evidence that he’d shopped in advance of coming to my office the day before.The pale gray skirt was loose flowing.He had paired it with an equally pale pink blouse with full sleeves and a plunging neckline.Pink lace bra and panties for underneath and gray suede flat-heeled pumps, finished the outfit.The master bathroom was stocked with unopened toiletries and cosmetics.For the makeup, there was one each of the major brands.The thoughtfulness seemed excessive, but then I wondered if he kept it supplied for the line of women he likely had over the course of the average week.“Ick.” I stepped into the shower, turning the water on cold and letting it stream over me until the queasiness passed.Switching to hot, I quickly finished.I wasn’t sure what time it was and my flesh was still sensitive from where he had so thoroughly touched me.Dried and dressed, I went in search of my purse and Cross -- or at least a note from him.He was as notorious for being in the office before eight as he was for anything else.“Good morning, Miss Jones.”I froze, like a drunk waking up in the wrong house or a thief discovering the homeowner wasn't on vacation.Slowly, I turned to find a woman in her mid-fifties smiling at me.She had a tray and what looked like a cup of coffee from all the steam rising up from it.“Mr.Cross said you take it black
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