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I squirt some more chocolate on my finger, but instead of giving it to her, I move her hair out of the way and run the syrup down her neck, leaning in to lick it clean.

The moan that escapes her lips gives me more motivation, so I slip her shirt down her shoulder, dropping a tiny bit of chocolate on her bare skin before leaning in, lapping every sweet morsel and only wanting more.

I lean back, making sure she’s with me and that I have her approval. The way her eyes burn with desire makes it hard for me not to rip her clothes off and take her right here on the countertop.

To my surprise, she starts to unbutton her top and removes it completely without me having to say a word. That fire she gets in her eyes when she sees what she wants is lit right now. And she’s looking at me.

I slide my finger under her bra strap, letting it fall off her shoulder, and leave kisses where the strap used to be. I feel her reach for the chocolate, so I gladly give it to her, wanting to know where her mind is going.

Leaning her body back, she squirts a line of chocolate down her neck, between her plump cleavage, and back up the other side. Before I lap up the sweet goodness, I completely remove her bra, seeing her peaked nipples dying to be licked, like they are the cherry on top.

I know I should start at her neck, but between her breasts is looking way too tempting. The way my mouth fits there perfectly, touching each breast equally while I lick my favorite dessert, makes my cock so hard that I think my zipper might break.

Again, proving this girl might be the death of me, just when I think I’m going to bust my pants open, she reaches down, unzipping my jeans and freeing the beast I have become.

Her hand wraps around me, and I have to stop, relishing in the brief relief she’s offering me. I’m at the mercy of her palm, and right here, right now, I’d do anything just to give me more seconds to feel the sensations running through my body and straight to my balls, dying to release from my cock.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask in disbelief.

She doesn’t answer, just grabs my shirt, pulling me toward her. She kisses me so breathlessly that I think I might pass out, but there’s no way I could ever stop.

I wrap my arms around her, picking her up so that her legs wrap around my waist. When she grinds down on me, I gasp, almost afraid I’ll blow my load like I’m some teenage boy.

That’s how she makes me feel. This excitement is a rush that I only felt the first time I had sex when I was dying to feel that warmth for the first time.

That’s me.

Right now.

It’s been years since I lost my virginity, yet I’m back there again, praying she’ll let me go all the way.

She breaks our kiss. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

Fuck. Yes.

“I’ve got you. I promise.”

With that, she grinds down even harder, and I am barely able to ask, “Room? Where?”

She giggles when she says, “Office.”

I’m quick to make my move, trying hard not to notice the weakness I feel in my legs from all my energy going straight to my dick.

I spot the futon she spoke about to the right. As I place her down, I remove my shirt and am on her in point-two seconds flat.

Feeling her naked breasts pushed up against my chest lights my insides in an inferno, and as I lean down to lick the remaining chocolate off of her, I hear her say, “Pants. Now. Please.”

I chuckle against her belly as I move lower to unbutton her work slacks and slide them down her pale legs, revealing the cutest lavender lace panties. The vision makes me want to paint an entire background of just the way her body matches the smooth material.

Leaning in, I kiss her and feel the wetness seeping through her. She’s more than ready, and we’ve barely even started. I nip slightly at her clit, still covered in the material, and she jolts off the bed, letting out the sexiest yelp.

When her hands grip the sides of my head, bringing me closer to her, I do it again, and she moans, pushing against my mouth and having no shame in riding my face.

And I fucking love it.

I move the material out of the way, seeing her bare pussy centimeters from my lips, glistening for me.

I did that to her. The thought brings me so much pride that I want to puff out my chest and show her just how much more I can do to her.