Chapter Seven

Even though my heart was pounding like crazy

I watched it grow hard and become fully erect. I have to admit that every part of Reagan was perfect. I tried to get myself to look away, but I couldn't. I was entranced.

"Do you want to want it? It wants you too, firecracker. I have been imagining myself buried inside of you since I saw you in that meeting."

I tried to say a word, but I couldn't get any words out; my mouth was dry. The next minute, he was pressing me down on the bed. Both of our breaths were heavy.

"Imagine this: you spread out on that meeting desk, Me on my knees, my face buried into your wet heat. I'm eating, tasting, and biting you till you orgasm, but I don't stop. I continue till you can't endure it anymore. You are moaning, crying, and even begging that you can't take it anymore, but I continue anyway till you shatter. Imagine that Firecracker.

Against my better judgment, I do imagine it. Imagined myself spread out on his table, Him kneeling and devouring me.

my chest