More Than Lies (More Than #1)(87)

“Why don’t you think about it, and if you still want it we’ll do it when you are ready.” I want it now. I need it now. The pain will only help purge some of the suffocation I feel inside.

“I’m ready.” I force a smile. He sees right through me. Another tactic will be needed. I rub my palm down his crotch.

“Tara.” I like the sound of my name as a warning. I wonder if I can get some type of punishment out of this.

I drop to my knees. I’m in blue jeans and the floor is carpeted, so it’s a good thing I’m not wearing a skirt. I wouldn’t want burns on my knees when I’m done making him cum.

“I’m going to make you believe me.” I rub over the front of his pants again. He grows hard; I can feel it through the material.

“You want the tattoo? I’ll give you the tattoo now, and then we can do this later.” He pushes on my shoulder.

“You don’t want my mouth on your dick?” He likes it when I call his cock a dick. He thinks my mouth is too clean, so it turns him on when I use dirty words. “You don’t want me to suck it down my throat?” He licks his lips.

“Yes, but this might not be the best time or place, baby.”

“But I sit in this office—in your chair—every week and fantasize what it’d be like to get the boss off.” I pop the button on his jeans. “In his office.” I slide the zipper down ever so slowly. “Just like this.”

His chest rises and then falls in hurried pants. After I pull his pants down to his knees, I lean forward into him and smell as I work my mouth up to the black band on his boxer briefs. He smells nice as he should, since it’s only been a few hours since he took a shower.

Opening my mouth, my tongue slides out and I lick the skin just above the band, making a slow swipe across his lower abdomen.

“Shit.” His words make this worth it. I love that I can do this, turn him on so quickly. It turns me on, too.

With my hands, I gather the material between my fingers and pull down. As I do this, I kiss a path down his happy trail. The trail that leads me to the very thing I want to pull into my mouth. I continue kissing down his shaft. He’s hard; hard and ready for me.

I release his underwear when they meet his pants at his knees.

Shawn bends, grabbing my T-shirt from the hem in the back. When he rises back up, he takes my shirt with him, leaving me in my bra and jeans.

“That’s better, but I want them out.” Placing my palms on my breasts, I squeeze the material of the bra, making my cleavage grow. Shawn sucks in another breath. Running my hands inside, I release my breasts, letting them spill over the material. “God, I love your tits.”

Reaching up, I cup his balls and gently massage. With the other hand I fist him at the base of his cock. He’s warm. I pull my fist forward as I continue looking up at him. I love watching him when I do this, when I suck him off. It makes me so wet.

Lowering my head, I lick the tip. When I take him into my mouth, I only suck on the head for a few seconds before gliding him all the way into my mouth. Working my mouth and fist together, I find a rhythm.

“Fuck, baby.” He grabs onto my hair, fisting the strands in both hands and tightening his grip. I love my hair being pulled. He can do more of that, and I’ll be a happy woman.

When I pull away from his base, going up to the tip, I swirl my tongue around making sure I dip the tip of my tongue into the slit in his cock. He loves that. Shawn hardens more and his fingers grip tighter. He’s about to come so I quicken my pace. Sucking up and down, up and down, until I feel hot cum squirt toward the back of my throat. I swallow as it comes into my mouth. He’s salty.

When I know he’s almost to the point of being too sensitive, I relax my mouth and pull back. His head is resting on the back of the door. His jaw is locked tight so that he didn’t make a sound alerting anyone to what we are back here doing.

I stand and start to pull my breasts back into my bra. Before I’m able to reach down to the ground for my shirt, Shawn grabs me by the waist and fuses my chest to his. Then he lays a kiss onto my lips.

That makes me feel good about what we did. I love knowing he liked it.

“You have the right idea about dirty fantasies in this office. I think I just developed one where I fuck you in my chair.” He smiles.

“You should definitely do that soon.”

“Now seems as good a time as any.” His eyes rake down to my chest and his palms slide down to squeeze my butt cheeks.

“You have a tattoo to finish.” I raise my arm.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR





SHAWN BRADEN





Walking through the hall toward the kitchen, I smell the first scent of what’s to be a good dinner. It is Sunday night; Tara is obviously preparing another wonderful dinner.

When I enter the room, I stop dead in my tracks. Damn, if she only knew how hot I think she is. She’s leaned over the counter, her nose in a book, I think. She’s wearing a tank top and black yoga pants. That ass is screaming for my hands to mark it. I would have never thought I’d be a man that enjoys spanking a woman, but I’ve found it to be incredibly sexy. She has the perfect round ass for it. Seeing my handprint on her flesh just does something to me. I can’t explain why, but I like seeing it after I plant my palm on her bare skin.