"Ow. Did you just kick me?"

Lance had no idea what was going on. Last thing he remembered was going through the new development plans with Bea and getting distracted from her mouth watering hardened nipples. It looked as if they were trying to escape through her shirt trying to get to his mouth. They begged to be licked and suckled. They called to him. Like the sirens from myths and his body burned to answer the call.

Next thing he knew, in his sexual haze, he had her pressed against the door and had her coming in moments on his fingers. Then he was tasting her spicy sweetness coating his fingers when he was overcome by the urge to haver taste as well. He vaguely remembered her whispering something that didn't sound all that good before that. But when she planted that kiss on him making his cock even harder it became painful. When a matching pain bloomed on his shin from her foot.

He never knew a pair of flats could hurt so much. Only good thing was that the pain was receding.

Lance stumbled back and looked at the fiery woman in front of him. Hands fisted on her hips she looked like she had something to say and nothing was going to stop her. And damn if it didn't want him to strip her naked and bury his cock inside her more.

"Let's get something straight."

Lance simply nodded. He wasn't going to interrupt. He already knew she was a passionate woman and seeing her like this made him wonder just how much more passionate did she become when she was already riled up. He couldn't wait to find out which he planned to do as soon as possible once he get his hands on her. Though she didn't want to admit it and was obviously resisting and failing, she adhered to his touch like every living thing on Earth adhered to the laws of gravity.

"Don't think you can say and do whatever you want to me and try to turn me into your willing sex slave."

He liked the idea of a sex slave very much. He could picture her in a Spartacus female slave outfit. A blue cloth cut down to her knees and halter style baring her arms, most of her back and her lush breasts. In fact he was picturing wearing it right now. He wanted to put her knees and tell her to suck your master's cock. Instead he crossed his arms to keep himself from doing that very thing.

"As of right now we're business partners of sorts. And I don't mix with business with pleasure."

"Well fuck." He glanced down at the bulge in his pants then up at her. "Then what you expect me to do with this."

Bea cocked her brow and shrugged. "Take care of it yourself from now on."

"What?"

"But from here on out things will be done my way."

Lanced looked skyward as he cursed himself for not shutting her up with a kiss and taking her like they both wanted when something soft collided into him. Hands were ripping his shirt off sending its buttons flying. By the time he caught on Bea was kissing and licking her way down his tight abs and undoing his belt.

"Wait, wait. I thought you said you don't mix business with pleasure."

"I don't. But I haven't walked out through that door yet."

"So this means what?" Lance knew what she meant but he still want to hear her say it.

"Can't you tell?" Bea kneeled down, hooked her thumbs into his boxers and tugged it down along with his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and pulsing, like a heat seeking missile. "I'm gonna suck on your cock and swallow your cum. Then you're going to eat me out until I cum in your mouth. And end it all by sliding your big cock inside me and fucking me hard until I cum again." Bea grabbed his cock and stroked it up and down as he looked up at him with a questioning look. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Fuck no woman. Do what you want." His hand reached out and held on to the back of her neck. Bea smiled and leaned forward. He tongue darted out caressing every vein from the bottom of his shaft until she reached his head. It was heaven and hell all at once. He gripped her neck tighter and thrusted his cock in her warm mouth.

His back muscles strained to go deeper and Bea wasn't protesting. She grabbed his hips and opened her mouth wider taking him all the way and into the back of her throat. Watching her like this with her eyes locked on his silently urging him to go on was so fucking hot that he lost it. He felt the tingling sensations up his spine and his hips bucked faster. One, two strokes and he was busting into her mouth, some of it dribbling down her chin and onto her shirt.

Lance was still climaxing and he groaned his release. Bea swallowed it all and released his cock with a pop. She licked up the rest of the cum that escaped and smirked up at him. He came as fast as she did.

"Your turn."

And she didn't have to tell a man twice.

Lance toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He lifted Bea into his arms and walked toward the sofa across the room. He had it custom made for his height and it folded down into a bed. He brought her down to her feet, had her shucked off her jeans and flats, then sat her down. He went behind her and pushed the back of the sofa turning it into a sofa bed.

He was back in front her again before she could open her mouth and say something smart by asking how many women he had on his fold out. He learned his lesson last time and wasn't going to waste this opportunity by answering. Besides she would be the first and he doubt Bea would believe him.

Lance pushed her back and spread her legs open for him. Resting on her elbows, she moaned and lifted her hips up. "Please. Hurry. I sucked you off and now it's your turn, remember?"

"Oh I remember," he growled. His eyes never left her pussy. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her lips were coated with her juices which was dripping down. Her tiny bud was swollen. An exotic fruit laid before him and he couldn't wait to taste its nectar. "Since this will be our last time we do this, I want to commit to memory of your pussy first."

Bea moaned at his words and lifted her hips off the plush cushion. He watched as more of her juices dripped out of her and down her folds. All for him. It filled him with pride. And a gnawing hunger to place his mouth at her core this time and lick every damn drop.

Lance nudged her legs wider, pinning her thighs down, until they looked like brackets. Her pussy bloomed in front of him enticing him with its heady arousal. And as his head lowered above her mound he thought the vision before him was absolutely made for feasting.

At last he thought when the first taste of her juices seeping from her sweet pussy his his tongue. He licked the trail from above her little ring and all the way through her lips. Then latched on her swollen bad and sucked hard.

"Omigod!" Bea arched off the couch bringing him closer to nirvana. Licking her taste off his fingers was like a teaser. An appetizer to stimulate his hunger further. But this taste straight from her pussy was the main course of all main courses. "More. Harder."

Lance pulled away and nipped on her thigh.

"What are you doing?" she breathed. "Go back."

Lance ignored her cries then licked to soothe the bite. "You know" he planted a kiss on her hip and pulled away again Bea squirmed to get his mouth back where she wanted him, "our company allows its employees to leave an hour early on Fridays."

Bea groaned her frustration and continued to squirm as she called him a hateful bastard. But he continued on as if he hadn't heard her. As if he had all the time in the world. Plus he enjoyed making her crazy with need as much as she made him.

"That mean there might be a few stragglers around that can hear you." He punctuated the last of the words with kisses trailing back to her pussy then hovered right over her delicious mound. He licked his lips and couldn't wait to have her taste again. When he finally looked up Bea was staring down in a half dazed sexual fog. Was the possibility of being heard turning her on?

"So if you want to me eat your pussy until you come in my mouth you're going to be very, very quiet."

Bea blinked for several moments cutting out of the fog with her fiery spirit blazing through her eyes. God he loved her fire. He could spend an eternity fanning those flames and reducing himself to ash from her passion.

"Think you're Elmer now?"

Lance answered her smart mouth by stroking the seams of her folds, withholding his tongue from her slit and her sensitive bud.

Bea rolled her head back and whimpered.

"Like I said before I need you to be quiet." Lance smiled evilly. "And whenever you get too loud I'll stop. Can you handle that?"

Her head snapped back at his challenge. She looked at him as if she wanted to lock her thick thighs around his head and put him in a chokehold. But the small shudders racking her body told him exactly what she wanted him. She wanted him to play with her. Torture her. Bring her to the brink of ecstasy.

Still he waited for a physical affirmation she was ready to play. Moments later she gave him a small nod and watched in rapture as his delved back in between her thighs for the taste he craved like nothing before.

Lance moaned in approval. He flattened his tongue and traced her lips before returning again to her clit. He let go of her thighs and thrust two fingers deep into her warm core. Using his fingers and his mouth he gave her the more she wanted. She cried out loud and as he promised he pulled away. A muffled scream rang out. When he looked up she had her clamped over her mouth.

Good she was learning. Then he wondered how long she'd last. He returned to loving her pussy, her muffled music to his hears. He felt her clenching and thrusted harder and faster wanting her to reach her peak. Only to pull away to nibble and kiss down her thighs before returning to her aching core again. He brought her to brink twice more, Bea writhing in his arms until she couldn't take no more and held his head in place. When she reached that aching bliss he removed his fingers, pulled her legs over his shoulders and lifted her ass up higher and drank his fill of her sweet spicy cream. Not wasting anything as the shudders rushed through her body. And when her limbs fell loose to his sides he gave her sex a final kiss, lowered her ass back down and started at her sated body glowing from the sheen of sweat from the orgasm he gave her. He couldn't wait to do it again with his cock.

Lance stood up and walked towards his discarded clothing for his wallet for a condom. He couldn't find the square foil packet. He searched frantically in the pockets of his pants and his jacket but nothing.

It was insane. He always carried one with him. Of all days why was it today that he didn't have a fucking condom. His cock was throbbing painfully to sink inside her warm heat. It, they, will not get another opportunity of her naked, glistening body opened up and waiting to take him deep inside her.

He knew he was clean and the thought of having her pussy clench on his bare cock would be fantastical. Precum dripped out of his engorged head. Bea was a man's playboy mansion black pin up wet dream. He stroked his cock for some release as he thought of how to break it to her and bring up about going bare.

Lance wondered how he could fuck up so bad when he remembered exactly why he had no protection on him. Their chemistry was off the charts when their gazed first locked at the bar he followed her and her friends to. And it exploded when met her face to face in her place of business. Considering what happened last time he had the bright idea, which in hindsight was stupid, he stopped carrying condoms as soon as he thought it'd be in the best interests that the company and Bea worked together. He figured that without any condoms he could control the raging lust that blazed between them like a forest fire. Resist her by removing the temptation. No condoms, no sex. It was brilliant at the time. Not so much now.

Turning around to face the music, he looked at Bea as if someone had kicked his puppy. "Bea." Bea turned her head towards him and smiled. Crooking her finger, she said "Come here."

Lance moved towards her then stopped. Shaking his head he thought she really must have some siren blood in her. With just two words she had led him by his dick and to his doom. But there wasn't anything doomful about the pussy she still had on display for him.

"I can't."

Bea frowned. "Why not?"

"No condom baby."