“More!” I blurt, afraid he’ll take the addictive sensations away.
“How much you want, baby?”
Do I tell him I’m a virgin? I’m twenty-one, so he’d probably think something was wrong with me.
“Come on, Penny—I need to hear you say it.”
I close my eyes and bury my face in his neck. “I want you to fuck me!”
I sound absolutely pathetic.
“You should address me properly, Ms. Green.” Greyson’s voice is firm and demanding.
Holy hell, even his words are enough to damn near push me over the edge.
“Say it for me, Ms. Green.”
“Mr. Prosper, I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckles. “Where?”
“What do you mean, where?”
“Do you want me to fuck these big titties?” he says and laps at my breasts. “Or the sweet, sweet kitty you have between your thighs.”
Kitty?
I decide I like the word as it makes me feel more comfortable.
“Fuck my kitty.”
“Say please.”
“Please fuck my kitty, Mr. Prosper.”
“See, was that so hard?”
He removes my boots and rips my pants and panties the rest of the way off. Then he pats his desk.
“Sit.”
I obey, taking in the sight of him seated in his work chair, dick in hand.
“Spread your legs, Ms. Green.”
“Yes, Mr. Prosper.” I spread my knees as far apart as I can, baring myself for him.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he growls, his hand riding up and down his shaft. Without warning, he bends and licks straight up my slit.
Gasping, I try to close my legs, but he presses my inner thighs apart, refusing to let me be shy.
And thank God for that, because nothing has ever felt so sinfully good before.
He groans as he gorges on me, his tongue licking and lapping my folds, teasing me into a frenzy. I grab his hair to hold him in place, which makes him chuckle.
“Please, Mr. Prosper!” I beg.
He withdraws. “Please, what?”
