Page 44 of Mr. Perfect

I don’t ease up even though I can see her eyes searching for mine. I’m probably just outside her field of vision though, so she can’t see much.

I reach around to unbutton her trousers, and then I slip my hand down her stomach until I’m cupping her pussy.

“Jesus, Mac.”

“What?” I ask in a throaty voice. “Tell me.”

“I’m just… I just don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“Because it feels good, Ellie. You like it. It’s just fun. Why are you so worried about having fun and enjoying yourself?” I trace a little circle around her clit, pushing my fingertip inside her wet opening and then quickly withdrawing. “Tell me what you like.”

She exhales loudly and shakes her head.

“Why?”

“I’m not that kind of girl, Mac. I’m not the kind of girl who fucks her boss, or talks dirty, or any of that.”

“That’s what makes it so desirable for me. I like to push you outside your comfort zone. Now tell me what you like and I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you say. I just want to hear it.”

She’s silent for a few moments, but I don’t push because she didn’t say no. So she’s thinking. I can definitely be patient for this.

I wiggle my fingertip against her clit and she says, “That.”

“What? Say it.”

“Your finger sweeping around my clit, but never touching it.”

“It makes you want more?”

“Yes, it does,” she breathes.

“More what? Talk to me like a dirty slut, Ellie, and I’ll make you come so hard, your legs will spasm and your body will collapse.”

I wait for the snarky comeback, but she stays silent. Not willing to stop me. Not willing to break the flow of what we’re doing. Not ready to give in, but definitely not giving up.

“I like when you… I like it when you flick right there.”

Right there is not her clit, but it’s close. “So you like the tease. I like the tease too. If I was the one who was going to come right now I’d be telling you to suck the tip of my dick, but not put my whole cock in your mouth. Just play with it for a little bit. Make me want more.”

“I want you to press your fingers inside me. Just a little. Then take them out and tease me some more. I want you to squeeze my breasts and bend me over. I want to imagine you staring at my pussy like that.”

I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her back towards me. I hold her up by placing my arm under hers, then, once she’s on her feet, I turn us both around and walk her over to her desk and bend her over.

Her wide-legged pants are down around her ankles so her ass is perfectly positioned for me to stick my cock inside her.

I don’t, of course. She’s going to regret this five-date minimum thing. I’m going to make sure of it.

“Mac,” she says in a low whisper. “Put your fingers in me.”

“I’ll do you one better,” I say, crouching down and spreading her ass cheeks apart so I can slip my tongue between her legs. Her upper body shoots up, so I smack her once, hard, and say, “Relax, Miss Hatcher. Enjoy. I know I am.”

I lick her, and then I hoist her up and push her onto the desk, her palms flat on the tabletop, her knees spread wide, her face red with heat and desire. I lick her pussy. Up and down the entire length of her folds. Then I stand and thrust two fingers inside her as my thumb pushes against the puckered bud of her ass.

She wiggles, but I push down on her back. “Stay still,” I say, as I pump her hard. She moans and wriggles more, so I withdraw my fingers and slide them rapidly up and down the entire length of her pussy.

“There,” she moans. “There. Right there.”

“Here?” I ask through my smile. “Right here?”