"No," she breathed as his middle finger delved down the center of her sex, about to penetrate...
He had barged in on her while she was changing in an office, as she deliberated keeping her tall argyle socks on for her gym visit. Her mind hastily abandoning its attempt to remember what the weather forecast had read this autumn morning, she spun, stunned, as he closed and locked the door behind him. She sputtered and rushed to cover herself, having been down to just her socks and pearls, but Grant crossed the room quickly to snatch her small wrists away from her naked body. He licked his firm lower lip once, slowly, as he imagined getting his mouth on those little tits, heaving prettily and just begging to be fondled, but then his brows drew together as his gaze fell to her shaved pussy.
"Bald, are we, Miss Allison?" he teased, making her blush and look almost guilty. She was too goddamn adorable, he mused as a wicked smile spread across his stubbled jawline. Five o'clock had long since passed, all the offices clearing out except for the two of theirs. The young intern had been working late to complete all the paperwork for her team's sales pitch, double-checking everything for mistakes. She was fairly compulsive about her work, as well as her appearance, always taking care to smooth her glossy waves of chestnut hair and apply immaculate eye makeup each morning before arriving at 8:00 on the dot. He wanted to grab that perfect hair, and did so now after transferring both of her wrists to a one-handed grip behind her back.
He tugged on her curls, arching her slender neck so he could kiss it and feeling her pulse race and breath hitch as her panic shifted towards arousal. The neck was always the zinger, he thought as he licked up to nuzzle her delicate ear, reveling in her first moan for him. The redhead in reception melted like a forge when he rumbled dirty talk into her hair, and the blonde Account Executive upstairs was always panting by the time he was done kissing the back of her neck. He liked to take her over her desk, wrapping that long, silky hair around his fist as he pounded into her from behind.
Allison, however, was a special target: a Mormon girl, so probably a virgin. So beautiful and innocent, working so diligently at the office all day and, many times, into the night, he had plotted this assault for weeks, building her trust with him since she had started at their firm in September. She was ridiculously sweet; arbitrary bait for a Man like Grant. It had been complicated to keep the other girls from warning her about his predilections, but joking on her as a Goody Two-Shoes has hardened their hospitality towards the newbie, and since she was usually caught up in her work, the plan played out just as he had hoped.
He had to have her, and had been fantasizing about the flavor of her pussy, what her little nipples would look like before and after he played with them, but had never expected her sex to be shaved smooth. Remembering with a shudder, he released her hair to slide his hand down her spine and over her backside. His fingertips made contact, petting her lips and feeling her soft folds just barely peeking out. He groaned against her neck as she tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but he was already cupping her, rubbing her pussy vigorously. Her round ass jiggled as he played, and he watched delightedly over her slim shoulder. As she struggled against his fondling, her little breasts pressed against his chest, and he realized he had all but ignored them after the initial reveal.
He leaned back, admiring those perky mounds of womanflesh, then decided to walk her backwards and lay her down on the table where she had been proofreading papers, not taking his hand from her pussy until she was on her back, and only then quickly switching his grip from the back to her front. Her legs were pinned apart by his hips, and he pressed his palm and fingers into her, noticing that she was getting slick already.
That's the thing about the innocent ones, he pondered as he moved her wrists above her head, They've never had any of this so they react like a powder keg to a spark. He rubbed his fingers up her core, getting between those bare lips. "No!" she gasped as his finger slipped into her the tiniest bit, so to distract her, he leaned down to suck on her tits.
His stubbly mouth rasped against her breast, pink nipple swelling up fast as he latched on to suckle her hard. The tips were already stiffened from the chilly evening, but he tugged the first with his lips and teeth until she cried out, then let it pop from his mouth into the cool air, blowing on it. Her body jerked as he moved to the other side, still petting that pussy with his finger and starting to delve a bit deeper on each stroke. He tickled the peak of her breast with the tip of his hot tongue before nursing on her, flicking it back and forth as her head thrashed.
