Elena leaned against her mahogany desk, the city lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like forbidden promises. Her sharp gaze pinned Jake, her late husband's best friend, the one man she should never crave. "You have some nerve showing up here after the funeral, Jake. Family loyalty? Or just your cock getting hard at the thought of me?"
Jake smirked, stepping closer, his voice a velvet blade. "Loyalty flew out the window the moment you started dripping for me at the wake, Elena. Your husband's barely cold, and here we are—both horny as hell. Admit it, this is what makes your pussy wet."
She laughed, low and commanding, her strong hands gripping his collar to pull him in. "Witty as ever. But remember, I'm in charge. On your knees if you want a taste of what's forbidden." Sweat beaded on her skin as anticipation built, her breath quickening.
Jake dropped, hands roaming her curves with reverence and hunger. "Your ass looks incredible in that skirt, but it's these I'm after." He freed her breasts, lips latching onto one nipple with intense suction, tongue swirling as she gasped.
"Harder," she commanded, fingers in his hair, not yielding an inch of control. Her pussy grew wetter, dripping down her thighs as the suckling intensified, waves of forbidden pleasure crashing through her. Panting, she arched, feeling his cock strain against his pants. "Don't stop—make me come from this alone."
The rhythm built, his mouth relentless on her sensitive peaks, her body sweating and trembling. With a sharp cry, Elena came hard, orgasm exploding from the intense breast suckling, juices dripping as she held him there, strong and unyielding. The night had only begun.
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