The ceo’s secretary

“I will be leaving soon because of my sister,” I said to him.

“You don’t have to because I’ve sent her a message that you will be going on a business trip with me this weekend.”

“You did what!? She isn’t someone you can mess with. She is my family.”

“I know. I wasn’t messing with her.”

“Of course, you were!”

“I didn’t know you were going to be this mad; I just wanted us to spend some time together, but since you don’t want to, you can call her and tell her that the trip is cancelled.”

“Is that what you’re supposed to say?”

“What do you expect me to say? I told you I wasn’t messing with her.”

“Of course, you aren’t messing with her, but her younger sister.”

“Are you always this mad?” he asked, got out of his seat, and started making his way to me.

“Yeah. Whenever you are involved,

“But you were this sweet girl during our first night.”

“That was because I didn’t know that you were such an asshole.”

“Are you sending me a signal that I’m not getting?” He asked with a cocky smile.

“Asshole”

“Do you want us to start with that? I’m an ass man,” he said, putting his mouth on mine.

I wanted to push him away, but I couldn’t. Not with that tongue that was moving round and round inside my mouth, and I moved closer to him to give him more access to my mouth.

“I think I’ve found a way of shutting you up,” he said into my mouth.

“Shut up,” I said back.

I changed my position on the couch and laid down to give him more access to my body.

“You are always eager,” he said while adjusting his position to lay down on me.

“Tell me you are not.”

He unbuttoned my jacket and pulled my boobies out of my bra. I took one into his mouth while squeezing the other, and I moved my hand downward until I reached his trouser, unzipped it, pulled his eight-inch cucumber out, and started stroking it.

“I’m not going to last long if you continue doing that,” he said.

“Should I stop?” I asked him.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby. Don’t fucking… stop. You’re going to be the death of me.”

I put in more speed and effort into stroking him while staring into his eyes, as lust was fully written on them.

“I can’t hold it any longer. I need to bury myself in you,” he said while getting up to take off his clothes.

I pulled off my clothes within seconds, laid back down on the couch with my legs spread open, and watched as he got out of his clothes in his full glory.

He laid back down on me, positioned his head at my entrance, rested his weight on his hands, and entered me with one forceful thrust.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” I moaned

“You like it? He asked as he started pounding himself away inside of me. “You like it?”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned back.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

“Oh…. oh…. oh…. oh…. oh… oh…” I continued moaning as he kept pushing in and pulling out the starter.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulled out of me, and spread my legs wider to get a better view of my pussy before burying his face in it.

I arched my back up, closed my eyes, and moaned as his tongue slid inside my pussycat.

“Oh my God!” I said it with an empty brain.

He stopped tongue-fucking me and started sucking on my clitoris softly until I came into his mouth.

“Turn over,” he commanded.

I did as he said.

“On your knees. Your ass up,” he added.

I went on my knees instantly, with my butt widely spread, and I licked my lips as he entered me in slow motion.

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I called my sister around three in the afternoon and gave her a better explanation of why I wouldn’t be around until Monday afternoon before calling Cynthia, who wanted a full story of everything that happened.

“We will talk later,” I said to Cynthia.

“Just answer me, was it on the bed? How big is the bed?”

“No, and I don’t know,” I replied, and I hung up before she could ask me any more questions.

“Girlfriend?” Jason asked

“Yeah”

“Missing you?”

“Seems so”

“Joke apart, Lexi, are you really doing girls?”

“Yeah. Why did you ask?”

“Nothing,” he replied, and he focused back on his documentary.

“You like it?” I asked and shifted more toward him.

“What?”

“Documentary”

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m not really a fan.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“What do you like?”

“Movies and music, and sometimes I read books.”

“I don’t have time for movies, but I listen to music. Who are your favorite artists and actors?”

“Batch and Adam Lee”

“Batch, I’ve heard of Adam Lee, but I don’t know of him. Is he popular in the industry?”

“Yeah. Very. He is a very good and popular actor. You not knowing him is like a slap on my face.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he said, drawing me closer to himself.

My stomach growled loudly at that particular point.

“I think someone is hungry.” Jason jokingly said, “What do you care for?”

“Anything. So far, it’s food; I’m good.”

“Anything is nothing.”

“Anything”

Jason finally ordered some fried chicken and yellow squash casserole, which we ate with his favorite drink, Melot.