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I don’t have time for this, I tell him, followed by, I’m dirty, thinking that he’d go away. He can be like a child when I’m working from home and equally persistent. He isn’t even deterred when I lie and tell him I think my period is coming, and retorts with, So you’re telling me, 'There is a chance? I laugh as my defenses start to crumble, especially when I see him unflappable even after my menstrual threat. I don’t want to flip-flop, so obviously, but I do need to give him a treat if I’m hoping him to throw me a bone, so I reiterate that I don’t have a lot of time and that he’d need to make it quick. That was all the opening he needed, and as he adjusted his growing appreciation, I couldn’t help but notice that it already dwarfed his equally happy smile, dimples, and all. 

I thought I’d have a second to run to the bathroom to freshen up, but as I spun around in my chair, he was already on his knees between mine. Like a pig rooting for truffles, he pulled me to the edge of my seat, pressed his nose into the soft fabric of my shorts, inhaled his already simmering lunch, and growled with hunger. I tried in vain to get up, but as I did, he grabbed the waist of my shorts and panties and pulled them to my ankles as I fell back into the chair. They were off one leg and dangling around the other as he threw it over his strong shoulder. I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t getting up and sank further into my chair and his face. I was no longer self-conscious about anything as his happy sounds reverberated through my entire body, and his face spread me taut while his lips wrapped around my engorged clit like a lollipop. 

Fuck! escape my lips like tourettes as I struggled to choke back all the other filthy demands I had ready for him. He must have been famished and parched because he ate and drank like he hadn’t for days. I hadn’t seen him do it, but noticed that his pants were already open as my calf rolled on his flexing shoulder and he stroked his magnificent cock. I came just a little with anticipation from seeing him so hard, and tasting it only made him insatiable. He growled for me to spread myself, and I didn’t want to because I was afraid that it would make me cum too hard, but I couldn’t deny him. I spread my swollen lips for him, and as I did, I couldn’t help but watch him work. Between watching him pump his thick, mouthwatering cock and watching his tongue make easy work of my throbbing clit, I came harder, and he drank me like a frat boy at a fraternity keg party doing a funnel. I was so relieved when I realized that my orgasm hadn’t thrown a circuit breaker and that I was still aching for more. 

More was an understatement, and more than I could have hoped for. He stood up between my shaking legs, and as my legs fell from his shoulders to his muscular thighs, he filled my hungry nether mouth like a hot knife through butter. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed while watching him eat me, but watching him break inside me had me stacking mini orgasms like a circus clown balancing a tower of china ware, hoping that it wouldn’t come crashing down just yet. But seeing his thick, delicious manhood glistening in my climaxes and continuously breaking in and out of my deepest parts caused me to stop breathing altogether, afraid that if I did, I would explode. Thankfully, he sensed my distress as he pulled his shirt off over his shoulders and kissed me deeply, breaking my trance. His kiss was hot and probing and seemed to ignite a fire in him, and before we both knew it, we were both holding our breaths in anticipation of the big finale. 

We couldn’t kiss any longer without the threat of chipping some teeth, and I noticed that my nails were digging into his pumped triceps as I watched him pump me with such blinding speed that I could no longer concentrate even if I wanted. I was in awe of his effort as his shoulders flexed while he held tight to the arms of my chair for leverage, and his pecs and abs were ripped, and don’t get me started on his beautiful face. His lockjaw and deep bedroom blues were boring into my soul as if waiting for something. Without knowing, my subconscious whispered ‘Now’ as I shook, rattled, and rolled on his magical drilling bit, and he responded as if that was what he was waiting for. His guttural moan grew into a full-blown howl as he filled me with more than all his love. As we came down, we kissed and confessed our love in winded pants before he quipped, with a motion of cracking a whip, “Now back to work”. 

Happy Hump Day!!!

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