But I Can

Just Say the Word

After another night of disappointing sex with your boyfriend you became severely sexually starved. It was so bad that almost any and everything irritated you. Most of your office staff stayed at bay avoiding some of your wrath. You didn't mean to be on edge but shit you needed a good fuck and you needed it bad.

The issue with your dude was he only cared about getting himself off and he was cocky, talking like he really puts it down. That shit got on your nerves. He didn't know how to touch you right. Many times, you faked it just so he would hurry up. When Namjoon-

Walked into your office with the ratings reports your temper even flared at him of all people. You walked around your desk about to snap and his hand out of reflex snatched your neck. He backed you up on your desk forcing you to sit, "I will fuck the shit out of you where you-

Stand. Don't test me." You froze at his dominance and your pussy clenched tightly. He giggled letting you go, "Here are those reports you asked for." His Dimples appeared through his smile. Dimples more illegal than a hit and run. He walked out your office and your chest were pounding.

You had to have more. But how? Sitting at home, your boyfriend tried getting frisky, but you weren't in the mood, so he got mad asking what the problem was. However, when you spoke your concerns, he just brushed it off. At the office the next day you seemed mellow-

But your pussy pulsated at the thought of Namjoon. You called his office, but his assistant said he wasn't there. In fact, he wasn't at work for 3 days. He had left his team to finish his latest project. Per your company policy an absence such as this required a wellness check and home visit.

"Shit." You thought to yourself. When you arrived at Namjoon's Mansion he answered with a smirk "Took you long enough boss lady." Pulling you inside into a rough kiss. "Namjoon." You gasped "I have a boyfriend." Breaking the kiss.

"Please from what you and I-

Both know, your pussy been crying for me since that day. On top of that your boy can't satisfy you, but I can." You stepped back closer to him "Oh is that so?"

"Watch me." He took your hand leading you to his bedroom. Once inside your jaw dropped at your view. "Holy shit."

Namjoon pushed you on his bed and dropped to knees, sliding you G string to the floor. Spreading your legs, he flicked his tongue across your throbbing clit. You gasped loudly in shocked at how talented his mouth pleasured you. "Oh fuck." Namjoon ate you out like a full course meal

You tried escaping but he locked your legs down "Don't run from me." You geared up for your first orgasm and cried out screaming his name constantly while pulling his hair. Namjoon stood up pushing his hair all the way back showing off he sexy forehead. He came out his –

Jeans and boxers and placed his stiff cock on your folds rocking his hips. "Please Fuck me." You whined. He tortured you a little more by sliding in and pulling out as his thumb circled your pearl. "Your nigga don't know shit about this. He never had you this desperate. Look at you cry out my name. You want this daddy dick don't you."

You moaned, nodding your head as your craving womanhood drenched his cock. He slid inside you completely rocking his hips slowly. " Feel every inch of me baby." Your whimpers almost melodic to your jumping chest as you –

Pulled Namjoon down making his thrust go deeper. "Ah-- uh--- Namjoon--- fuck---- baby." His pace went medium, His kisses were all over. He flipped you on your stomach and went all out fleeting deeper into your ocean. Pulling your head back making out with you "I'm going to fuck

You like you never had. His strokes sloppy and down reaching he felt his limit ripping through him "ugh fuck." He pulled out spewing his hot liquid on your back. Bringing you a towel he cleaned you up

"Thank you, boss lady, for the wellness check. I'm doing fucking great."

*END*