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One More Time: Just My Imagination
Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance Tags: imagination, Lyrics, Erotic Romance, second chance
Ryan groaned with pleasure when he felt Cassie’s wet and warm mouth enveloped his shaft. The sensation of that tongue swirling around the engorged head of his cock had him bucking.
He lifted his head off the pillow. Looking back at him was the most beautiful pair of almond-shape eyes the color of honey. There was a naughty glint on her eyes as she suckled his manhood like a lollipop. Okay, like a popsicle, he quickly amended when she alternately sucked and licked his hard length.
“Cassie, baby…” he rasped. He held on to her upper arms and dragged her up until they were eye to eye.
“That was very naughty of you,” he whispered against her lips. She bit his lower lip, her eyes teasing and challenging at the same time.
“You got a problem with that?”
“Hell, no.” He reached for her bottom and tightly squeezed her butt cheeks, her pussy rubbing against his erection. They both groaned.
“You feel so good, Cass.”
She nibbled on his lip; her mouth moved to his jaw down to the side of his neck. He was certain that her lovely mouth left a mark. He was hers just as she was his.
In one quick move, he rolled her over. Cassie flicked her tongue over her lips as she ran her fingertips on the muscles of his chest and abdomen going lower and lower until he felt her hands cupped his balls.
He groaned, his muscles quivered with the pleasurable sensation.
He gritted his teeth as she alternately massaged his testicles and his cock. “Inside you. Now.” She removed her hand from his groin.
Eyes never leaving his, she cupped the back of his neck. “Fuck me, Ryan.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He lowered himself unto her, the beaded points of her breasts brushed against his skin. Her legs went around his waist. They both groaned when he plunged quickly and deep inside her.
“Oh, shit, Cassie, you’re killing me,” he said when he felt her pussy walls contract around his penis. She was squeezing him from the inside.
He grabbed her legs and placed them on his shoulders, and then he moved, plunging in and out of her core as deep as he could, his balls slapping against her groin.
“Oh, fuck! Harder!” she screamed. He pumped harder as he watched her play and squeezed her tits. He suckled the inside of one thigh and then once again wrapped her legs around his waist. He leaned over her and dragged her up. She straddled him as he knelt on the bed, his cock still buried inside her.
He squeezed her ass as she started to move up and down, her breasts bouncing in front of him. He nibbled her soft flesh until it turned a shade of red. His tongue flicked on her hard nipples as he continued to thrust up and inside her.
“Ryan…” she gasped. “I’m cumming.” He held her tighter, his face buried in between her neck and shoulder. Her fingernails dug on his back. He felt her cum coat his cock as she screamed in pleasure. He could feel his climax coming. Close… so close…
“Are we going to have a meeting or are you just going to space out?”
Ryan blinked at the sound of that chilly voice. He looked around. A mahogany desk occupied the space near the windows, filing cabinets lined one corner. They were sitting on a sofa set, a coffee table filled with papers in between them.
Cassie was scowling at him. He sighed. They were definitely not having hot, steamy sex. He adjusted himself to relieve the pain on his not-surprisingly tight pants.
Cassie wore a fitted one-buttoned jacket that hugged her every curve. The sweetheart neckline of the top she wore underneath accentuated her bosom, the creamy skin of her cleavage calling out to him. She would smell so good there, a powdery vanilla scent with a hint of lemon and bergamot. An image of his head buried on her chest came to mind. His pants tightened more at the thought.
His eyes travelled down her lean frame. The stretchable cotton of her pants wrapped her wide hips. He had a glimpse of her backside earlier. Oh, how he wanted to bend her over and rip those pants off her.
“If you’re done with your daydreaming, can we get back to business?” So iced. He wondered how something so hot can be that frosty.
“Oh, come on, Cass. I’m just enjoying the view.”
He didn’t know if she did not understand the implication or if she misunderstood on purpose but she looked around her before eyeing him back, one elegant brow raised. “How about we finished this so I could get out of your hair and you can resume enjoying your view.”
He smiled as he leaned back on his seat. He looked at her, once again imagined her naked and sweaty beneath him.
“Well?” A slight squirm, a tap of a fingernail on her knee. Ah, she’s not as detached as she’d like me to think, he thought.
“Cassandra, honey,” he drawled, “you are the view.”
Ryan was still hard when he walked, okay, almost hobbled out of his office. That comment and his evident hard on almost had Cassie walking out on him. He planned on wooing her but his desire for her always overwhelmed his wooing plans.
It was a good thing Marion came in before Cass did something violent like pour...
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