Undersold(26)

He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on, but I’m handling it. How are things with you?”

“Things are fine. Should we do this meeting another time? You’re busy, and my project isn’t exactly that important, if we’re honest.”

He shook his head. “No, some time with you is exactly what I need.”

I went to take my seat, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.

“Oh, Mr. Green. So forward, what will everyone think?” I said with mock surprise.

“Miss Woodall, don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed me. Noticing you.” He had a big grin on his face.

I put my hands on his chest. “Remember the first time you had me in here?”

“How could I forget?”

I gave him a sly smile. “I never paid you back for that.”

“And what do you mean, paid me back? I thought we were even,” he said, but his face suggested he knew exactly what I meant. I put my bag down and slowly got onto my knees in front of him.

“Nothing special, Mr. Green. I just thought I could help you relax.” I unbuttoned another button on my blouse and let him see the light pink lacy bra I was wearing.

“Miss Woodall, are you sure this is work appropriate?”

I gave him a mock pouty look, and unbuttoned another button. “I’m not sure.”

“I guess we can make an exception,” he said, his eyes locked on my chest. I loved making those flint eyes stare at me. The way he looked made everything else in my life melt away, and my confidence came out in spades.

I reached out and unbuttoned his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled them down around his ankles.

“Miss Woodall, this is entirely unexpected.”

“Please Mr. Green. I just want to help you relax.” I reached out and stroked his cock, which was surprisingly hard already. I unbuttoned another button on my blouse as I ran my fingers along his length.

“If you insist,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure.

“I absolutely insist.” I slid his grey boxer briefs down his strong thighs and down around his ankles, and looked at his large, hard cock. He shifted his hips closer toward me, and I took his shaft in one hand, and unbuttoned another button with the other as I stroked him. I could feel him harden even more in my hand, massively stiff and aching.

“You don’t look relaxed yet, Mr. Green,” I said.

“You’re doing a good job,” he groaned. I licked the palm of my hand and spread the moist along his shaft, working slowly up and down, root to tip. His hands grasped the rests of his chair as I finished unbuttoning my blouse.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes,” he whispered, and stared at my breasts. “You’re doing perfect.”

I worked him faster.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, it’s exactly what I want.”

I leaned in close to his cock and ran my tongue gently from bottom to top, teasing him.

“Are you sure, Mr. Green? I want to stay professional,” I said.

His eyes were hard with passion. “Take my cock in your mouth.”

I had to obey. I leaned forward and sucked the tip hard and slid it slowly into my mouth letting my tongue run around its bottom. I let a little moist spill from my lips into my hand as I trailed it behind my mouth, up and down his length. He stiffened, his whole body tense with pleasure, and he groaned as I sucked him hard. I pulled it from my mouth with a pop and locked eyes with him.

“Are you feeling any better yet, Mr. Green?”

“You’re doing a satisfactory job,” he said as I kept stroking with large cock. I moved forward and gently licked him root to tip again, and took him back in my mouth. I continued moving up and down, hand and lips stroking him, and he ran his fingers gently through my hair. His fingers tensed as I alternated force on the tip, and the slight pressure and pain made me soak through my underwear. I could taste his juice, and knew he was getting close as he growled louder. I moved faster, tongue running along his length, hand working his shaft. I moved forward and took as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, and he growled and moaned in response.

“Yes just like that, take my cock,” he said, voice all timber, as I continued to suck the tip and stroke his shaft. “I want you to swallow me,” he said, and I moved my mouth and tongue faster, hand working up and down, and his body stiffened. I tasted his cum fill my mouth, warm and salty, and I let it slide down my throat. It was so easy to swallow for someone you cared about, I realized, and it felt natural to take his seed into my throat. He came hard, his whole body wracked with pleasure, and I took every inch and ounce of him into my mouth and throat, swallowing easily. When he finished, I licked gently to clean every bit of him I could, and swallowed what was left.