Author's Note: This story is a sequel to my story Realism.
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"Sorry babe, I've got another late night at the office." I say.
My husband sighs. "We had that reservation."
"I'm sorry, but this is a massive project." I start to stroke Mr. Harlan's long cock. "We need to get hands on with it if we're gonna stay on top."
"Okay..."
Mr. Harlan then sticks a finger up my dress, rubbing my slit. "Oh... Oh."
"What's going on?"
"I uh-Ah... I just remembered something gotta go."
I hang up, to which Mr. Harlan smiles. "He's such an idiot."
All I can do is gasp as his finger continues to invade my pussy. I hated Mr. Harlan, but I loved the way he used my body. He could make me weak with a mere finger, and he knew it. His free hand grabs my chin and forces me to look into his intense eyes.
"Who makes you this wet?" He snarls.
"You do."
"Say my name."
"You make me this wet Mr. Harlan. Only you."
"Not your husband?"
"No. Only you."
With a smile, he retracts his finger from my body, making me whimper. "Strip."
My hands rush to undo my blouse. Fuck, I've gotta stop wearing these. I gotta wear something I can just rip off my body within seconds. Instead, I'm left fumbling with these buttons whilst Mr. Harlan gazes at me. He loves watching me struggle. In fact, I think that gets him off more than fucking me does. Not that it matters. At the end of the day, he's going to fuck me and that's all that matters.
After removing my top, I unclasp my bra. As soon as my chest is exposed, Mr. Harlan's hands fondle my sizeable breasts.
"Ready for my cock now?" Mr. Harlan asks.
"Yes... Please. I need it." I coo.
He smiles. "I love hearing you beg, Gina."
"Please Mr. Harlan. I need it."
Without further ado, he grips my waist and throws me onto his desk. As soon as I throw my legs apart, he moves between them and presses his tip against my craving cunt. Somehow, he's still not tempted to drive that cock inside of me, so I give him a frantic nod, hoping he'll finally do it. Instead, he just grins at the manic look on my face.