Sexiest Tits Ever
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Sexiest Tits Ever “That’s mean!”
“Shut up.” He grabbed her neck, choking her lightly.
“You have the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen and you know it.
You also know exactly how hard I get just from the outline of them in your dresses.
But be careful, Lena.
I’m not that easy to manipulate.”
“No, you shut up,” she twisted her head, but his grip was just enough to keep her caged.
“You’re such a liar.” Her gaze dropped to the floor, a faint sadness creeping into her face.
“You’re trying to manipulate me into a quickie, and as much as I’d love to, I don’t condone any form of—shit!” He sucked in a sharp breath as Lena grabbed his cock through his pants and yanked.
“Did that hurt?” She smirked up at him.
“Did that hurt? Did IT hurt?! I’ll show you—” He raised his hand to do whatever fuck he wanted to do to Lena, and Lena used that exact second to shove him back into his CEO chair.
Alex’s eyes flew wide.
“Did you just…
did you… do you have any idea how much I weigh?”
“All those muscles,” she said, settling onto his lap with her back to him, grinding slowly against his bulge, “and you let a tiny girl push you around like her little pet.”
“Don’t ever call me your pet.” His groan came out low and strained, his hands finding her hips.
“Mmm.” She bit her lower lip.
“I’ll call you whatever I want.
Now touch my tits.”
“My meeting is in less than two minutes.
Leave, Lena.
Go wait at the penthouse and I’ll fuck you for the rest of the day.”
“Too bad.” She raised the hem of her blazer slowly.
When Alex didn’t snap at her for a full ten seconds, she knew her plan was working.
Her ass was barely covered, which was only part of the plot.
Alex was an ass freak.
When a man like him saw his own marks on skin he had claimed the night before, something animal took over.
It was just natural for them to—
“Ah!” His spank landed sudden and rough, pulling a sharp moan out of her.
“You little tease.” He ripped off the pasties and grabbed her breasts hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Lena loved every second of it and wanted more.
“That’s all you’ve got?
You’re proving my point, Alexi.
Weak spanks and now this.
I love marks on my body, not faint little lines that fade by morning.”
“I told you.” He ground it out between his teeth, withdrawing his hand from her nipple. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“I can’t be manipulated.” But Lena pressed his hand back.
Then overlapping voices came from beyond his door.
His team were chatting and getting closer.
“Shit.” Alex was on his feet in an instant, pulling Lena up with him, and before she could object he shoved her under his desk.
“Hey!” she whispered.
The door was already opening.
“Good morning, boss.”
“Good morning, Mr. Voss.”
“Good morning, sir!” Sam Carter’s bright and irritatingly cheerful voice.
“Er, good morning everyone.” Alex dropped into his chair and took a slow breath.
Normally he stood to acknowledge his team.
Today he did not dare, not with the tent still straining in his pants.
He glanced down at Lena.
Even in the dark under the desk, her eyes were gleaming.
Don’t.
He begged her silently.
Please, for the love of everything, don’t.
She read the terrified look on his face and gave him a slow thumbs up.
Alex exhaled.
“Alright. Let’s start with Kingston.” He leaned forward.
“That man is a pain in my ass.
We are the leading tech company in the US.
Why won’t he partner with us?”
“We cannot afford to give up on him,” said one of his female VPs.
“If he makes us the official partner for his real estate, we’re looking at billions.”
“You don’t think I know—” Alex’s breath caught mid-sentence.
“Everything okay, Mr. Voss?”
Don’t, Lena.
Please.
He stared straight ahead, not daring to look down at her now settled between his legs.
If she came up, if anyone caught even a glimpse of her, the humiliation alone would kill him.
“Fine. Just remembered something I need to write down.” He let his pen roll off the desk deliberately.
“Clumsy.”
“Don’t do anything stupid.
I mean it.”
“Or what?” she whispered back.
“You’ll give me those weak little spanks again?”
He straightened, jaw tight, and said nothing.
Under the desk, Lena made a reasonable internal argument with herself.
She would only tease him a little.
Push him close to the edge and then pull back before he snapped.
She was a professional.
She had limits.
His cock had gone soft though, which meant he was genuinely locked in on this meeting.
She eyed it, unimpressed.
“Let’s see who wins, shall we.” She settled between his legs again, tilting her face up toward him with hooded eyes.
Not once did he look down.
“I see…” She ran her palms up his thighs slowly, fingers pressing into the muscle.
Nothing.
Not even a twitch.
He was staring at the table and answering questions like she was part of the furniture.
She had never seen him hold out like this.
Whatever this Kingston deal meant to him, it mattered.
For one second, she almost stopped.
But she was Lena.
Reasonable had never won a single argument against her cravings.
She nuzzled into his crotch, dragging her lips slowly along his zipper.
She caught the pull tab between her teeth and tugged it down inch by inch, letting his cock push free against the thin cotton of his boxers.
His body went rigid above her, his breathing heavier now, like a man choosing each inhale carefully.
Then his hand settled on her head.
She braced herself to be pushed away.
Instead, he began to pet her… from crown to nape…
Lena grinned against the fabric.
‘That’s my good boy…’