Marked
It starts with the silent crave to be touched down there. You try to fix the feeling and it grows, why not rinse with warm water? I can’t do that, I’m in the office. So I slide on the chair, just a little to drag my couchie on the soft sofa.
That’s the trigger, no one is here, I could touch me before he gets here.
I tried dragging my ass while making sure my pu**y was directly touching the sofa, f*ck it felt sooo good. Up and down my ass kept moving until my hips joined in. Each movement is gentle, scrubby and unholy.
I heard footsteps and stopped. The Marketing team walked in with my Boss.
Not now.
I was itchy down there and the meeting didn’t want to end, seeing that the junior staff standing, I decided to go behind everyone and take note.
Few minutes in, just as dark thoughts flood my mind, I realized I was standing by the sofa arm.
TOO Dark!
Relaxing my couchie on the sofa’s edge, back stretched and eyes fixed on the only one that counts, my Boss.
My hips slid in and back the edge, our eyes met, I looked away but he stared on.
“Continue I see what you’re doing” reads the text on my phone. I stopped, couldn’t move anymore but the urge grew and my demeanor dropped. He noticed and called off the meeting, asking that I stay back.
Tinting his eyes, I walked up to him.
“Are you okay?” He asked
“Yes, I’m fine Sir, thank you for asking”
“You look sick,” he said as he raised his hand to touch my forehead. I stepped back.
“Now, that’s some familiar moves” he smirked, closing the space between us as he grabbed my cheek in his hand.
He feels warm, masculine and tasty, it seems he’s been out drinking.
“I saw everything you were doing with my Sofa”
“What?” I looked up
“Yeah”
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hel.…”
His lips were on mine, sucking as deep as he could. I held my notes and phone in both hands, I couldn’t drop it anywhere, definitely not on the floor because whatever he’s doing to me can’t assure we won’t break anything on our path.
He carries me to the sofa, bends my ass and in seconds he claimed me recklessly, leaving me marked in ways I'll never be able to erase. I let him dance as he pours himself inside me.
