Juicy. Noelle Mack

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СКАЧАТЬ her waist in an instant. He opened his mouth in surprise, then leaned down and kissed her eagerly.

      “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured when he stopped.

      “Why not?” he asked, and kissed her again.

      She broke it off. “What if my boss finds out? There will be consequences.” Even though Vi had practically egged her on.

      “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

      Bliss knew he meant Vi, but she thought again of Dora’s appraising look. What did it mean and did she care? Hell no. Not right now. Bliss wriggled against Jaz, and skipped the rest of the question-and-answer for a hot five minutes of luxurious rubbing up against him and being kissed some more. He stroked her back and her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel the awesome erection swelling inside his pants.

      Let the rationalizations begin, she thought. “This is just for tonight, Jaz. Only once. Over and out.”

      “Okay. Whatever you say.”

      Bliss smiled. As if a man with a huge hard-on and sexually hungry eyes was going to argue with her. She reached for his tie, pushing the expensive silk up through the Windsor knot and working it loose with one finger. He slid the unfastened tie through his collar and flung it aside.

      She moved on to the first three buttons of his shirt. Bliss planted a kiss on the bare skin just under his collarbone, inhaling his warmly male scent with a slight but happy sigh.

      She undid the remaining buttons one by one, stroking the light fur on his chest and the tapering trail that disappeared beneath his belt buckle.

      His belly was tense and flat, as muscular as the rest of him, but she could feel him tremble ever so slightly at her touch. Then Jaz yanked the shirt tails out of his pants with Superman speed and bared his chest to her exploring hands. She traced a finger over one taut nipple and then the other, and he shuddered with pleasure.

      He kissed the top of her head, running his hand through her dark brown hair with sensual abandon. “Ready to get messed up, Bliss?”

      “I’m ready.” But she tipped her face up to his, craving another kiss before they went any further.

      He obliged. Then he raised her skirt, put his big hands under her butt cheeks, and lifted her up, holding her with ease. Bliss let out a little yelp and clung to him, clasping him around the waist with her thighs. Her short skirt provided no coverage—and neither did her thong underwear—but there was nothing she could do about it now. Anyway, she didn’t want to.

      Being shameless felt good. Amazingly good. She wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t desperate—she just really wanted this man. And he wanted her.

      Holding her carefully, he walked her over to the mirror to admire the treasure he had in his hands, even spreading her cheeks apart a little more. Not that easy when she had pantyhose on, but he managed.

      Bliss clutched his shoulders and gripped harder with her thighs, arching her lower back to give him a better view of her pussy from the back.

      “Uh-huh,” he said in a low voice. “Show it off. That thong is already wet. I want to get it even wetter. I want to suck your sweet juice right through it.”

      He let her slide down and Bliss heard her skirt rip. She didn’t care. Her breasts rubbed against his hard, bare chest, the soft knit of her sweater providing sensual stimulation to the aching nipples inside her sheer bra.

      She took a step away from him and unfastened the zipper, letting the ripped skirt fall to her ankles and standing in front of him in just her pantyhose, thong, and top. And her high heels.

      Jaz didn’t wait. He pulled her sweater up over her breasts, taking both her nipples between his fingertips and rolling them tightly, using the sheer material of the bra for extra-sexy friction. But he was strong. The bra was going to suffer the same fate as the skirt if she didn’t stop him and take it off.

      Bliss reached behind her back for the clasp, a move that thrust her tits into his cupping hands. Jaz groaned and bent his head down to tease one nipple with his tongue. She got the clasp undone and he pushed the bra up and away, suckling hungrily on the nipple, which perked up between his lips. The intense sensation went right to her pussy. Bliss slid a finger down inside her thong. He was right. She was soaking wet.

      He must have looked down to see what she was doing to herself, because he let her nipple pop out of his mouth, glossy and red. “Don’t stop,” she said weakly. He barely nodded, then suckled the other one just as hard, making her sway on her high heels.

      “Half dressed and hotter that way,” he murmured when he raised his head. “But I am going to get your clothes off. Inch by inch.” He patted her on the ass.

      “What about your clothes?”

      “Oh yeah. Gotta get those off too.” He winked at her. “We need a level playing surface. What do you say we move to the bedroom?”

      Bliss didn’t bother pulling down her sweater, which was all tangled up with her unfastened bra anyway. “Okay with me.”

      He took her by the shoulders and turned her around. “I want you to walk in front of me. Make your hips sway just like you did when we left the restaurant.”

      She cast him a look over her shoulder and grinned. “And I thought you were such a gentleman for letting me go ahead.”

      He grinned back. “Now you know. I’m not. Do you know how good you look from the rear? Not that there’s anything wrong with the front view of you either.” He patted her ass again. “Walk that way.”

      Bliss made it last, taking small steps, her hands on her hips. She could almost feel his eyes burn into her flesh and the thought that he was looking, just looking, with such lustful intensity, made her even more aroused.

      She paused at the door. Make him wait for it. What the hell. Bliss took a stance with her legs apart and her hands braced on the doorjamb, hoping that he would keep on coming if she stopped—and push the big cock straining inside his pants against her. He didn’t disappoint her. In fact, he had unzipped his fly while she walked in front of him and pushed down his briefs, letting his cock out.

      She still hadn’t seen it or touched it, but she could sure as hell feel it. He was super-long and thick too. Jaz pinned her wrists with his hands. Tall as he was, he had to press his throbbing shaft against the small of her back. She could feel his heavy balls, tight and ready to burst, bouncing between her cheeks.

      “I should pull down those pantyhose right now,” he growled softly in her ear. “Bare your ass and have you bend over. Or you could get on all fours on the bed.”

      “You’ll have to let me go.”

      “But I like you like this. All spread open…with your back to me. You’re not sure what I’m going to do next, are you?”

      Bliss gave in to a sensual shudder that went through her entire body. “Make it good,” she whispered.

      Jaz let go of her wrists and used both his hands to pull down her pantyhose in one swift move. The thong stayed where it was. Startled, Bliss gave a little cry, even though she knew he was playing a game with her. She kept her hands where they were, as if he had tied her in place, letting СКАЧАТЬ