Master Charmer

Something forbidden always comes with an extra bite. Zach kept his eyes on Lyen, the boss’s long-legged secretary, until her cool stare finally melted. She slipped out of her blouse first, then the pencil skirt, skin flushing as she climbed over him. When she lowered herself, she took every thick inch, hips rolling while her breath broke into soft, hungry sounds. His hands gripped her ass, guiding her, and she met each thrust without hesitation. Before long she leaned in, parted lips closing around him again, tasting herself on his cock while he watched her cheeks hollow. When he flipped her onto her stomach, she arched without a word. He eased into her ass, slow at first, then deeper, the tight grip drawing a low curse from his throat. She pushed back, fingers twisted in the sheets, every stroke pulling another sharp moan from her chest. The rhythm grew harder, her body open and willing until they both came in a final, shuddering rush.