At this point I’m not sure what I’m not willing to do to get what I want!
I was walking around my office after a particularly stressful conference call when it all hit me.
That unexpected crash-wave of hormones. That burning need. The one that lights up every nerve in my body, focusing mostly on the bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy.
I thought of my man’s phallus. I thought of his tongue on my clit, his fingers up my ass, and how powerful every single orgasm was that he gave me. My mind flooded with endless images — nonstop flashback snippets of our hottest moments in the bedroom. My pussy slickened and gushed, forcing my knees inward as if trying to hold all that in to save it for my husband.
I picked up my desk phone and called my assistant. As soon as he answered, I gave a hurried explanation of having an unexpected issue arise that I needed to solve, requiring me to leave work at once. Not a lie, necessarily, so I didn’t feel too bad about ditching work for some dick.
With that, I grabbed my things and rushed out of the office. After what felt like an eternity of a drive, I made it home and hastened through the front door.
“Brent?!”
“Carla? You okay?” His tone was laced with concern as I heard his response coming from the kitchen. Wasting no time, I made my way to the kitchen — my heels clicking quickly — where I saw him watching me with concern.
“What’s going on?”
Without a word, I leaped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him with a hunger that felt insatiable. His hands grasped my ass firmly as mine lay on the sides of his face; my fingernails started to press into his flesh from the power of my need. Our breathing came hard and heavy through our noses as the passion of the kiss made our lungs burn. Finally, I broke away and quietly said, “I’m not okay, Brent. I need you.”
“Oh really?” His nose started tracing up and down the side of my neck, pausing at my earlobe to nibble and lick. “What do you need from me, baby?”
I groaned as his tongue traced my ear. “You,” I moaned out. “That tongue, your cock, just everything, please.”
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At this point I’m not sure what I’m not willing to do to get what I want!
