Darma Day

It isn't that I'm against the whole idea of settling down and starting a family, per se, it's more so that I can’t imagine doing so with any woman I currently know.

Cazzo. Her soft touch and hooded gaze has my dick thickening behind my zipper. There’s just something about this girl sitting in my office, lips parted slightly, thumb stroking at the palm of my hand.

I'm drawn to her like a magnet, and before I even really register what I’m doing, I go in for a taste of this sweet little bird that's perched on my sofa, slamming my lips down on hers. I swear I feel an electric current arc between us the moment they connect, and though I catch her little gasp of surprise, she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her hands looping behind my neck as our mouths slide together in a growing hunger.

Licking at the seam of her mouth, I silently ask permission to take this further. Those pillowy lips spread and our tongues tangle, her legs circling my waist, pulling me closer, telling me how badly she wants this. Her nimble fingers scrabble at my chest, popping the buttons on my black silk shirt. Mirroring her actions, I break open her vest, plucking at the buttons of her white dress shirt beneath and pushing it off her shoulders.

Her head falls back as I trail kisses down her jaw, nipping at the soft flesh near her ear. I slide my hands up under the black lace bra to palm her perfectly round tits, and a soft mewl escapes her lips as I band an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. My dick throbs at
the proximity of her covered pussy as I move us around to the front of the sofa.

I try not to make it a habit of fucking my employees; it’s just messy. But she doesn't work for me; she’s here with the catering company. I’ll likely never see her again after tonight