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Mommy's Baby 🥵

Natasha's week has been nothing but stressful with finals not too far around the corner. She's nearly finished with her masters degree in Technology, and the stress of moving into the career worlds taking quite the toll on her.

She's also been sexually frustrated for going on about three weeks now, as her girlfriend Wanda's away on a family trip, and you've been utterly consumed by work making you unobtainable. Sure, you check in with her almost daily, providing her with all the support she could dream of, and making sure she's fed; at night, you even listen to her rant about what's stressing her.

It's not enough though, she wants you in every sinful way she can dream up. She wants to be in your bed, putting on a show for you, as she takes her skimpy clothes off and reveals the newest lingerie set she'd bought for your enjoyment. She wants to see as your eyes turn all those many shades darker, and feel your hands as they bend her over the nearest piece of furniture to fuck her senseless.

Even though you not so secretly mean the world to her, and she knows the feelings are obviously reciprocated; she kind of misses the earlier days in your guy's agreement, where all she was to you was a means to get off. You'd met each other back when she was still obtaining her bachelors degree, it was her third year and her internship program matched her up with Stark Industries.

Your older—not wiser—brother was in charge of selecting the interns, so it was no shock to you that they were all visibly easy on the eyes. There was no worrying that he'd hire duds, because you partnered with elite schools, full of top of the line students, so trusting him with this one job would suffice.

Natasha was different from the rest—for starters, she didn't come from money like the others clearly did. She was pretty laid back, incredibly intelligent, strikingly beautiful, and most of all she was humble. The galas always seemed to throw her for a loop, so you'd kindly excuse yourself from your boring conversations to take her somewhere quieter. She'd always appreciated your kindness, and would smile that gorgeous smile of hers, practically melting you into nothing every time.

The problem here was, she had a long term girlfriend, and you'd also not been all too interested in settling down. After the fiasco that was your last marriage, you were still a bit jaded to love. Your current arrangement only came about when Wanda had been off on a missionary trip in her home country, that was slotted to last upwards of six months. Natasha started to traipse around your office in clothes that border-lined between business casual, and stripper, you didn't mind all that much, but one day her teasing had gone too far.

"I'd be careful if I were you with all that teasing, don't want me bending you over and ruining that pussy of yours for anyone else now would we... Surely your girlfriend wouldn't like that."

She whined pathetically at your words, and boldly made her way over to straddle your lap, you both groaned when she felt that you were packing, and her movements had caused the strap to deliciously rub against your clit.

"What if I do?" She'd whispered into your ear, then she lightly bit your earlobe and pulled away, smirking at the sight of your lust blown eyes.

"What about Wanda? She seems like such a nice girl, I wouldn't want to hurt her." You'd quietly murmured, not wanting to wreck a relationship, as that would honestly hit too close to home.

Natasha's face softened at your words, and the genuine care you'd shown, but it quickly faded as she'd remembered the incessant arousal pooling in her panties.

"She knows, and she's okay with sharing me, because she knows I'll always come back home to her..." Natasha breathes out, and you took the confession as a green light.

You firmly gripped her hips, and guided her clothed core against the bulge within your pants, and she loudly moaned. You quickly smashed your lips against hers to swallow them, not wanting to alert the office to your doings, as this could very well be the happenings of an HR nightmare.