Little Black Book

She slammed the office door on her way out and I shook my head in aggravation. I was seconds away from turning around, going after her, and cursing her out. But then the door opened again, letting in the loud music from downstairs.

“What’s wrong? You weren’t done being a bitch?” I asked with my back to her.

“Actually, I came to apologize.”

Jessica’s soft voice filled the space behind me, prompting me to turn and face her. She had changed, and was now wearing a sexy black skirt and an off-the-shoulder pink top. Her typical blush covered her cheeks and neck. My cock grew hard in the seconds since she arrived.

“Apologize for what?” I asked.

She had no reason to be sorry. Me on the other hand, I should have apologized, but that wasn’t something I ever did. Instead, I’d buy her something nice or give her an extra orgasm.

“I shouldn’t have been nosey. I had no right to pry into your business or ask about your family.”

I could have taken full advantage of her position, instead, I took her by the hand and pulled her to me. Burying my face in her hair, letting her fresh scent fill me.

“No. I was a total asshole. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Of course you’d want to know more about me. So, I’m sorry.”

If Vick could hear me apologizing to one of the girls in my book, there is no doubt she’d cut my cock off and give it to someone more worthy. Honestly, it felt strange. I hadn’t expected for the words to come out; they felt sticky on my tongue and I had to swallow hard to get the bitter taste out of my mouth.

“I say we both just forget it,” she smiled.

Her smile was sweet. Way too sweet for a man like me, but I soaked it up anyway. She leaned in to hug me and I let her, even though I knew she’d feel how hard I was through my pants. She tensed against me and when she moved back her expression was different.

“Does that always happen to you?” she pointed.

I had to hold back the laugh bubbling up my chest. “Only every time I see you.”

“Really? I do that to you?”

She was fucking clueless. How could she not know how delicious she looked in a skirt showcasing her fantastic legs? Not to mention a shirt that showed me some skin. It wasn’t as indecent as most of my girls, but with her, it was ten times sexier.

“Yes.” My voice was hoarse.

I hadn’t gone this long without sex since I was seventeen. Just knowing she was looking at my dick was doing it for me. Hell, I felt like a fucking teenager all over again.

And then she made it worse.

“Can I touch it?”

Fuck me. Fuck all the sweet, tight pussies in the world. She was turning me on.

“You can do whatever you’d like.” I was being calm and cool on the outside, but inside I was burning. My internal organs were on fire and ready for her touch.

I’d known when I first met Jessica that she would need time, and I think maybe that challenge made her more appealing. But now she was becoming curious—she wanted to touch me—and I wasn’t sure I could hold back much longer.

With a shaking hand, she reached out and began to undo my belt. I almost came on the spot. There I was, thinking she’d palm me through my pants—get a feel for my length and girth—but oh no, my girl was going skin to skin.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, as she stuck her hand down my pants, her fingers feeling my shaft.  Hot breath seeped between my teeth like a steaming pot and she yanked her hand away.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no,” I said, taking her hand and putting it back where it belonged.

My pants began to fall around my hips and I pushed my boxers so they’d fall, too. I stood there with my stick pointing straight at her and let her touch and feel. It was the sweetest, most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

Her fingers were cool and soft. They felt amazing. She got braver the longer she touched, letting her fingers wrap around me and squeeze. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. Reaching down, I covered her hand with mine and moved it up and down, showing her how I liked to be jacked off.

“Like that, sweetheart.”

When I removed my hand, she kept going. Once she got the hang of it and her wrist starting working in circles, I was clutching the desk behind me. Her breathing sped up with mine and I watched as her tits moved up and down with her breaths. I was getting closer and closer. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came hard and fast into her hand.

“Stop, baby. I’m going come,” I said, grabbing her hand to stop her movements.