𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

19

We shouldn't do this. 

But here I was on my boss' lap, grinding and making out with him. His hands groping my ass as his tongue explored my mouth with my hands entangled in his hair. 

His fingers lingered around the waistband of his boxers as kissing sounds bounced off the walls of the living room. 

He broke the kiss giving me time to breathe as his lips went down to my neck, leaving small wet kisses. I leaned my head to the side to give him more access. His fingers pulled the waistband of the boxers, letting it sting me, causing me to let out a surprised yelp. 

"Can I, mami?" He whispered in my ear, with his fingers lingering over the waistband. 

I eagerly nodded but I got a light slap to my ass, "Speak up, baby." 

I panted a little, swallowing the lump down my throat. "You can." 

He then throws me on the couch, pulling the boxers in one go. He threw them to the side then looked at my folds which were practically dripping. He was staring at it for a few seconds but it felt like hours to me, which led to me slowly feeling self conscious. The fact that I hadn't shaved in 2 weeks didn't help the situation either. I slowly started closing my legs before he spread my legs apart, opening them. 

"Don't close 'em on me, si?" 

I looked down at him between my legs and nodded slowly. He licked up my slit slowly, causing me to let out a soft moan and to shut my eyes. He pulled me closer to him as his tongue swirled against my clit in a swift motion then my hands shot to him hair, to hold unto something. As his tongue sped up the actions on my clit, his middle finger dipped into my cunt which led to a loud moan to erupt from me. 

He chuckled and whispered, "Do you let him touch you like this? Hm?"

I managed to let out a shaky no before he put his tongue back to work, and finger thrusting into me at a quick pace. I felt the knot in my stomach beginning to tie and my hips started to buck. Suddenly, a phone started ringing. It was mine. 

I looked over to see who it was, Allen. 

Spencer looked over as well and removed his finger from me to pick up the phone, darting his gaze between me and the screen. 

The idea finally clicking in my head, "Spence, don't you dare-" But it was too late. He answered the call and placed it on the coffee table on speaker.

He went back to work, eating me out as his life depended on it as his fingers curled and hit my G-spot repeatedly. 

There was shuffling on the other end until Allen spoke up, "Parisa? Where are you? It's minutes to 12." 

I opened my mouth to answer but Allen sucked harder on my clit, which resulted in a moan to come out. 

"Y-yeah?" I managed to breathe out, praying that he didn't hear that. 

"Didn't you hear me? Where the hell are you?" He cursed on the other line.

"I'm- fuck." I said as my hand gripped Spencer's hair tightly, trying to pry him away from me, "I'm staying over a friends." I mumbled as Spencer sped up his movements with his fingers pulling me towards him, an orgasm starting to form. 

"Who are you staying with? Send me your address, I'm picking you up right now."

As Spencer sucked harder on my clit, I bit back a moan almost positive I drew blood, "Allen, it's fine. You don't need to pick me up." I said during breaths.

I was close, really close as I started clenching on his fingers as my orgasm started approaching quickly. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" I cursed softly as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my orgasm washing over me. 

"Good girl, cum on my fingers mami." He praised me as I came all over his fingers. 

I had no time to collect myself before I heard Allen calling my name out on the other line, "Parisa? Are you there?" 

I panted a few times, looking down to see Spencer looking up, smirking at me. He then started placing kisses on my shaking thighs. 

"Yeah, I'm good. I'll talk to you later." was all I said before reaching over and hanging up before he had a chance to say anything. 

As his kisses went closer to my already sensitive clit, I tried pulling back as his breath alone was driving me mad. 

He pulled me closer to him, holding my thighs down, "I'm not done with you yet." He spread my thighs, giving him full access to my folds. He flattened his tongue, licking up a stripe allowing my jaw to clench and my heels to dig into his back. He grinned against my skin as his tongue against my clit, licking up and down, the nerves instantly shooting through my body. 

His tongue circled my clit as his fingers played with the fat of my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my hole, allowing me to clench on nothing. 

"Do you want my fingers, baby?" He mumbled against my clit, the vibrations driving me mad. 

I nodded, "Yes! Please! I need them." I pleaded as tears welled in my eyes from the stimulation that was getting to me. 

As he continued to bury his face into my cunt, his lips still fastened on my clit as his tongue repeatedly flicks over it, he slid two fingers into my weeping pussy.

I arched into him, feeling myself getting lost in this euphoric feeling. He curved his fingers over my G-spot. I grabbed his hair as I felt the pleasure building more and more. The sounds of him eating me out were echoing through out the room as I felt my mind going blank. 

A whine shot through me as my muscles tensed around him as he worked through my high, a groan of satisfaction coming from his end as he licked up all my release. My mind still hazy as he came next to me, placing a kiss on my forehead, whispering praises into my ear. 

"Want me to carry you to the bedroom?" 

"Yes please."