Chapter 49: Such a tease
Sophia stood beside the big black leather chair, still breathing hard.
I walked over and sat down in it first, Leaned back, and turned to her.
"Don’t you think it would be better to have that natural light in and enjoy the view." I said, and spun around facing the floor to ceiling glass wall.
"Paul was particular about his office and these aren’t tinted glass, Anyone from the neighboring buildings can see through." She replied softly. Then her voice darkened. "Maybe you’re right, it’s way better being open and who cares!?"
"Look at you.. so beautiful." I rasped with a sexy voice. "But we have a meeting in the hour from now but here you are entertaining me in the best ways and defiling everything this office is meant for." I smirked.
She picked up the remote control of the desk, with a single click, the blinds rolled opening up slowly. The bright natural light flooded in.
I leaned back and crooked a finger.
"Come here." I said and pointed to my lap.
She climbed up, knees on either side of my thighs, cunt inches above my cock.
"Don’t sit until I allow it." I ordered.
Her brows frowned at my command, her mind fought against her body since it had no interest to obey my instructions.
She bit her lip and started rolling her hips, sliding her wet cunt along the length of my cock, coating me. The leather creaked under us.
I fisted the base of my thick shaft and rubbed the sensitive head through her soaked folds, slow and deliberate, coating myself.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth hard while she kept grinding, the head of my cock catching on her clit with every pass.
’He’s making me hump my husband’s chair like a bitch in heat.. God, the leather is already wet from me... if Paul sat down right now he’d feel how slick I left it..’
"What are you doing? Please," she sobbed, voice shaky with pure frustration. "Please.. Kenji, put it in already."
"Patience. This is his chair. You’re going to feel every second of what I’m about to do to you on it."
I kept teasing her, drawing frustrated moans from her lips — slipping just the tip inside, then pulling it away, making her grind along the shaft without relief.
Her thighs trembled.
Her gaze fell down to mine, eyes pleading. ’Please let me sit... I’m dripping on his seat.. I need it inside—"
Her hips began shaking in short frantic rolls, still in anticipation.
I chuckled against her lips and finally pulled her down. Inch by thick inch. Controlled.
Her mouth parted widely, letting out a satisfying gasp against my lips. Her sweet metallic breath scorched on my face.
Until she was fully seated and stretched around me. I didn’t thrust. I just I made her stay there, full.
"Oh, Sophia." I whispered — voice a dark velvet growl that sent shivers straight to her clit. "Feel that depth? That’s the seat he sits in every day. Right now it’s just a place for me to keep his wife impaled."
Then I kissed her again — deep, consuming, dominat in every stroke of my tongue, every shift of my hands pinning her down to my cock.
My palm slid up her side, thumb tracing the curve just beneath her breast, teasing, never quite giving her what her body was begging for — until I finally cupped her breast fully, kneading roughly, rolling her nipple between finger and thumb until she sobbed into my mouth.
Each time she tried to motion her hips, i held her gently but firm, just enough to keep her chasing — denying her the hard thrust of my cock into her pussy even as her walls clenched vividly around how brutally hard, she had made me.
She moaned into my mouth — long breathy, utterly surrendered sounds that softly escaped her lips, together with obscene wet drools that leaked out of her mouth cascading down her chin — wet pleas that clearly told me she was already soaked in mind like she was in her pussy, that was aching to be pounded.
I drank the droplet off her chin like they belonged to me.
I started moving her in tiny, grinding circles. Slow. Deep. No real thrusts.
Whenever her breath hitched i stopped completely and made her beg in a whisper.
"Please.. don’t stop." She whimpered.
I edged her twice that way, keeping her trapped in the teasing pace until her juices were running down onto the leather.
Then something dark stirred in me.
My hands clamped on her bare ass cheeks, spreading her widely as I started fucking up into her hard.
A breathless moan tore from her lungs, muffling against my mouth, I felt her waist arch under my grip.
The slow tease vanished completely, now it was raw, chair— rocking thrusts that made the heavy leather seat jerk and creak.
"Mmmph~ aHh.."
Sophia cried out before biting it back. I spanked ass sharply between each thrust, leaving fresh red prints.
"That’s it. Take it. You’re going to leave this chair ruined."
After a minute of intense pounding I stopped thrusting completely and she sank right to the base of my cock.
Sophia’s head fell back. A broken little cry escaped before she clamped her mouth shut.
I stayed completely still, fully sheathed, and made her feel every pulse.
"Now fuck yourself on it," I ordered. "I want to watch your married cunt stretch around me."
The amazing city skyline view bathed through the massive windows, the sunlight casting our intimate shadows on the wall.
She started moving — rising up until only the head remained inside, then sinking back down with a wet sound.
The chair rocked faintly. I kept my hands on her waist but let her do the work, watching her tits bounce and her face twist with every deep slide.
Sophia’s eyes dropped. She stared, hypnotized, as she lifted and dropped , the thick shaft disappearing into her again and again. Her thoughts were a mess of shame and heat..