Mr. Blake

This story is for mature audiences only please to dont interact if you are a minor.
He looked at me intensely giving a moment of thoughtful silence. He then opened the file folder on his desk that contained my resume and everything about me. He hummed and tapped on his desk. My eyes began to wander over him, from his cocoa brown skin that glistened under the bright office light. His eyes were as amber as an aged honeycomb. His beard full and black as night and perfectly tamed and upkept . As my eyes traveled further down they landed on his full and plump lips that were gently clasped in between his polished white teeth. Feeling the heat radiating to my core and wanting nothing more than his hands to feel all over my body and to every sensitive area. I tightened my legs feeling my wetness begin to seep, trying not to let it drip down I clenched my legs tighter feeling my face begin to heat up.

"Ms. Denson?" My face flushed even further than it already had. Feeling the heat in my cheeks, I could tell that they were going to be darker than I needed.

"Yes, Sir?" instinctively biting my lip a little still feeling the heat in between my legs.

"Is everything alright?" His eyes became dark and a smirk appeared upon his face. It was like he knew. He knew that I wanted to feel him and feel his hands on my body in every way.