Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 4

His hot moist tongue drew circles around my clit as I gasped, gripping the bed sheets tight in my hands.

His long thick fingers parted my cleft as I lifted my feet onto his too hard muscly shoulders, pushing myself further into his mouth.

"Omg Hunter" I was moaning and panting as he slid two fingers in me playing 'come hither'.

I could feel how wet I was. Oh please let this moment last. I rolled myself on to my side to face his cock. Fuck me, he was so stiff, thick and throbbing. I opened my mouth and drew long lingering licks from the base of his cock to the tip as I twirled my tongue around the small bead of cum gaining savouring the tangy flavour and gaining a victorious husky moan from him.

He blew on my slightly swollen clit as I opened my mouth and lowered my head onto his ready cock. Hollowing my cheeks I slowly sucked and cupped his balls in my hand fondling them. Taking his full length in my mouth I moaned as he hummed on my clit still pumping his fingers inside of me. The vibrations giving a tickley pleasurable sensation deep inside of me, I was going to cum I could my walls tightening around his fingers and by the feel of the stiffness he was ready to pour his load into my mouth where I'd be willing to swallow all of him up greedily.

The blood was rushing through me, I was digging my nails into his ass cheeks while hungrily sucker harder and faster with every need. This is it he was moaning I was moaning any second waiting for our release-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

What the fuck why did the fucking alarm clock have to off now! I was so close to having my wet dream. I was covered in a sheen of perspiration, my caramel locks stuck to forehead, my knickers soaked through.

I slammed my fist on the alarm clock as it drilled on and leant over to my bedside cabinet pulling out one of my most nearest and dearest life saving gadgets man could have ever invented. I couldn't get through life if it wasn't for my boyfriend on batteries or B.O.B as I called him. My trusty rampant rabbit vibrator. Hunter you started this and I'm sure as hell going to finish it. Did I really just dream of a '69' with Hunter?

Feeling well and truly satisfied after a blasting orgasm and a cold shower to drawl the flushed just pleased look out of my face, I wrapped a towel around my body and the other around my hair. I stood in front of the mirror at the sink staring back at my reflection. I know I'm a pretty looking woman. I had mocha skin inherited from my Portuguese dad. Long wavy almost loose curled looking caramel coloured hair, although naturally dark brown in colour I had it highlighted every 6 weeks to gave a fresh summer look that I fell in love with and kept all these years from I left my last boyfriend I went on a 'whole new me' phase. My big chocolate brown eyes and long dark naturally curled eyelashes. High cheekbones and soft pouty lips with a Cupid's bow added to my many highlighted features. 5ft 5in and a toned curvy size 10 body I knew I was eye candy but I was modest.

Sick of all the guys hitting on me I covered myself up from head to toe as much as I possibly could. After the fiasco with Jackson at the staff Christmas party I always kept my hair tied up in a tight bun, my fashion glasses on everyday, tights or stockings under my loose work skirts and fully buttoned feminine and loose again blouses.

So today I went with high waisted black flare work trousers, a white blouse, black feminine waist coat and black pumps. Yep covered just the way I like it. Hair scraped back in the usual bun and pulled out another pair of Gucci fashion glasses. Haha Hunter stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

I just sat at my desk waiting for the dreaded shrill of Lucifer's voi-

"Charley!"

Like clockwork. Think of the devil and he shall appear. Pardon the pun.

"Yes Mr Jackson?"

"Coffee on the double"

"Of course sir"

"I want a double shot espresso and blueberry muffin from Starbucks across the street on my desk in 15 minutes!"

"Yes sir" Is he fucking kidding me the queue at 8.50am would have me waiting 20 minutes and that's not including the ride down and back from the elevators and waiting on the coffee itself. Especially if there's another new teenager working behind the counter. That Starbucks just couldn't keep up to new staff. Heck the new staff couldn't keep up with the demands off the customers. Especially when your situated on a bust street surrounded my businesses and coffee addicts.

30 minutes later I stroll over to Jacksons desk with his espresso and muffin.

"Where the hell were you? I told you 15 minutes you were gone 40 minutes!" Actually I was gone 30 you moron. God give me a gun right now and after I shoot this bastard I swear to join a convent and become a life long devoted catholic.

"Sorry sir but the queue was out to the sidewalk as its one of their busiest times of the day."

"Excuses, excuses. Don't let it happen again!"

Turning my back to him I walk away while rolling my eyes and replying "yes sir".

Sitting back at my desk I log into my computer. I stuff my handbag into my desk drawer waiting on the ancient piece of crap in front me loading up. You'd think with the 'no expense spared' furnishings in the building they'd at least give us decent computers instead of the boulders from the stone ages.

"What the fu-"

I swivel in my chair to see Mr Hunter standing there with my glasses in his hands looking very smug.

"Tsk tsk tsk Charley, I thought I told you not to cover those eyes of yours,"

"Mr Hunter -"

"Ah ah ah"

"Aidan" I say though gritted teeth. "You've already confiscated a set of my glasses and disposed of them, which we're an expensive gift from my brother."

"So"

"So can I please have them back?"

"Nope, and you can bill me for both sets."

"That's not the point"

"Well tuff"

"Grrr you are impossible"

"Are you growling at me Miss Scott? 'Cause that's kinda hot." Keep teasing and I'm gonna make you wish you were wearing a jockey strap.

"I'm officially ignoring you now."

Turning back round to my desk I ignore him until he tugs at my hair. Pulling my hair tie out and letting my long hair cascade down my back.

"Can I have my hair tie?"

"Again nope"

"Piss off"

"Now now Miss Scott that's no way to talk to your boss."

"Well HUNTER that's no way to treat your plus one."

He lowered his face to mind and angled his head so his juicy lips were at the lobe of ear. I could smell his strong cologne that screams good ride of him due to his close proximity. "So sue me" he whispers. His moves directly in front of me and chuckles and blows his minty breath as I fail to suppress a shudder. Before walking off and saying "Much better, you hair flows freely."

I stare at his retreating figure groaning. Why does he have to be my boss