Sex And Fantasies novel Chapter 4

ENTRY 1.4
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Delia’s POV
Monday morning, Martha was surprised when she saw me inside her office. “What brings you here?” she asked.
I sat in front of her desk. I crossed my legs and smiled at her. “Guess what job I got,” I uttered.
Martha frowned. “What?”
“I’m your father's new secretary—”
“What? How come? And dad told me that he’s not in need—” she didn’t finish her words when I cut off.
“Well, it seems like I’m so good at convincing him,” I replied and stood up. “Anyway, see you later. Zayne needs me at his office. Gonna arrange some files,” I said and winked at her.
I saw how Martha shook her head. “Wait for me here. Let’s have lunch together later, babe. My treat,” I added and exited her office.
Actually, Zayne doesn’t want me to work at his company, but I’m not Delia for nothing, and I won’t give up that easily.
In the end, he was the one who gave up, and here I am, walking into the tiled floor of his building. I walked towards his office and pushed the door without knocking. I smiled when I saw him busy reading the documents in front of him. Damn, even if he’s not doing anything, his charm never failed to make my pussy wet.
I bit my lower lip and walked towards his table gracefully. I stopped on the side of his table and sat on the edge.
This time, I caught his attention. I smiled at him when our gazes met. “Good morning, baby,” I greeted, wearing my tempting flirtatious voice.
Zayne just darted me a bored look and glanced back at the document that he was reading. I let out a soft chuckle.
“Come on, baby. Morning sex is good exercise for your health,” I teased.
However, he didn’t bother to look at me, making me feel mad a little bit.
I knocked on the desk and smiled when our eyes met. While locking my gaze on him, my fingers started to unbutton my white blouse.
“What are you doing?” he asked coldly.
“Stripping?” I said in a mocking tone.
I saw how lines formed on his forehead and glanced at the back. “It’s a glass wall—”
“Oh. I can close the curtains,” I replied and walked towards the wall and fixed the curtain. I walked towards the door and locked it to be sure that we were safe to have sex inside his office.
I smiled and removed my blouse, and then I took off my brassiere and placed it on the couch.
I walked towards him gracefully, and I could feel my breasts jiggling as I moved and saw his eyes roam into them.
I pushed his swivel chair backward as I sat on his lap.
Good thing he didn’t show any complaint. And just let me sit on his. I could freely move since I was wearing an office skirt.
I arched my back and leaned on the edge of the table as I cupped my left breast. “Come on, baby… sucked my tips,” I asserted flirtatiously and bit my lower lip.
Zayne’s eyes were shut colder into mine. But I am an unbothered bitch so, I teased him more by cupping my other breast and slowly massaging them in a circular motion.
Still, he’s just watching me. I felt a little bit irritated, making me lean forward and brush my lips into his. And after a few seconds, he gets with my pace.
However, I had an idea that lingered inside my mind. I trailed my lips into his firm jaw down to his neck. Then suddenly, I moved away and kneeled in between his legs.
“What are—”
“Just shut up and watch,” I cut off the hum of his words. And started to unbuckle the belt of his trousers and unzipped his zipper. Caresses the bulk at the center. “Lift your bum,” I commanded as I pulled down his pants and boxer.
I giggled when his shaft poked my face.
I heard him groan when I held his thickness. I darted my gaze into his and slowly stroked his shaft. His face darkened, and I saw how his breath moved up and down in a rapid motion. “Damn it,” he cursed.
“Why?”
“Just moved faster,” he asserted, making me smirk.
I did what he wanted. I stroke it faster. However, his shaft is seducing me, and my brain is shouting that I should put it inside my mouth. So, I did. And I felt him slightly jerk in surprise.
“Ugh!” I heard him groan, and I felt his hand on the back of my head. His fingers intertwined with my hair, grabbing me through it.
I started to stroke his shaft up and down and swirled my tongue into its length round and round.
I reached for his balls and teased them with my thing, making him shudder. Suddenly, I tried my best to put all of it at once inside my mouth.
“Oh!” it was just a short moan, but I know he was having a great time with this.
Grasping his shaft with my one hand, my tongue trailed upward and met his cockhead. I sucked it and darted the tip of my tongue into the hole at the center of his cockhead.
I continue devouring his cock and giving him an excellent blow job. I imagined his cock like ice cream, licking it, nibbling it, sucking it… sweetly and fast.
My mouth enveloped his length once again, and Zayne’s hand moved to my breasts as he leaned forward. He kneaded my right breast and tweaked its nipple as I continued to assert pleasure for him.
Then suddenly, he told me to stand up. So, I did.
“Into the table,” he uttered next.
I bit my lower lip and sat at his table. He moved forward. “Spread your legs,” he said.
I curled the hem of my skirt into my waist as I spread my legs. Now, he’s facing my mound behind my panty.
He pulled my panty downward and threw it on the floor.
I saw how his eyes glimmered when he saw my pussy. His hands went into it and started to rub it from gentler to harsher.
Damn, it seems like my urine wants to come out. However, the feeling turned back when he slid his one finger inside my core.
I leaned forward to see it clearly and bit my lower lip. I find it hot. “Ahh… it’s so… good….” I moaned. He lifted his head and met my gaze. I smiled. “Faster,” I said.
He stood up and put his left hand on my side as he leaned over me, making me arch my body backward. I let my elbows support me. His finger moved faster than before, making me moan again.
He leaned backward, and his free hand landed on my right breast, then it ran into the left. He moved forward again, and this time, he put sneaked out his tongue and swirled it into my left tip.
“Ahh…” I moaned out loud. The tingling sensation started to kill me. My orgasm began to build inside me. My lust makes my pussy even wetter. His finger thrust inside me, making me convulse.
“Ahh!” I screamed when I felt him bite my tip. “Fuck!” I cursed.
He withdrew his hand into my core, so as his mouth from my nipple. He sat down again, making me lean forward to watch what he would do next. And I wasn’t expecting it.
He moved forward, held my thighs, and blew air into my opening, then he darted his tongue inside my core for a few seconds then started to lick its cleft. My grip on the edge of the table tightened when his tongue tickled my pussy. His tongue began to wiggle and swirl into my wetness, making me roll my eyes up and shiver.
Watching him devour my pussy makes me reach my climax. And savor it, even more, causing me to lose my sanity.
He was eating my pussy like a hungry lion. He bit the skin and swirled his tongue like it was some sort of melty ice cream. He even shook his head as he wiggled his tongue and dipped his face into it.
I laid my back on the table and started to massage my breasts as I closed my eyes because of too much pleasure. I wished to be fuck inside an office when I watched porn about that employee, and here I am, doing it.
“Ahh!” I screamed when something thick and long entered my core. I opened my eyes and darted my gaze to Zayne, who was standing in front of me.
“Fuck… ugh! You’re still tight,” he complained as he continued to thrust inside me.
I leaned forward and got my elbows to support me. He moved faster, making my breasts jiggle. I bit my lower lip when I could still feel a bit of pain. However, when my body adjusted, the pain slowly faded, and my moans became louder and louder.
“Y-You… Ah. Ah. Ah… Oh… you should fuck me always, Zayne. I love it… oh….” My eyes rolled up. My throat started to dry because of my moans.
He continues to thrust inside me, harder and faster, above his table. His hand was around my thighs as he plunged his thick and lengthy cock inside my wet pussy.
Then suddenly, he pulled me down and turned my body upside down. I wouldn’t be surprised since I’m not that heavy, and he got the muscles.
He pushed my body into his table and grabbed my two hands, locking them into my back together as he thrust from behind.
He pulled my arms, making me groan in a tint of pain. Since my muscles were stretched but the pain was killed by the pleasure that his cock gives.