Krazi

xoxo

Enjoy....

Thinking back to our trip, and the angry throbbing in my pants, a plan began to formulate.  Not wanting to give myself time to chicken out, I began to map out my surprise for Bella.

And what a fucking surprise it was!

Thankfully, Bella´s desk was large enough to fit me and her desk chair comfortably, and as I burrowed down in my hiding spot, I tried to remember what it was that she wore to work this morning.  When my mind conjured up a perfect recollection of the plum-colored, form-fitting dress that cinched at Bella´s waist, but flowed loosely down to her knees, the situation in my already uncomfortable pants worsened.  I couldn´t stop the 100-watt smile that adorned my face when I heard Bella´s voice coming from right outside the door.

Bella´s soft footfalls could be heard approaching her desk, and my mouth watered in anticipation.  My heart thumped loudly in my ears and my breath came in quick pants, as the black leather chair began to slowly move from behind her desk.  “Look, Bernard,” Bella said, sounding a bit exasperated.  “My offer is only good until six!  If your guy doesn´t give me what I want, the offer´s off the table, and we go to trial.”  Sitting down with a huff, I presumed that she was talking on her cell, so I thought I´d get started on helping my girl relax a bit.

The bottom of her dress had risen slightly when she sat down, so I gladly accepted the invitation her succulent pussy was offering me.  Taking the tip of my tongue, I ran it lightly from her ankle to the bend of her knee. 

Damn, her skin tasted good!

Two things happened at once, Bella gasped, jerking her leg back, and a deep baritone voice, sounding much to close for comfort asked, “Isabella, what is it?  Is everything okay?”

Shit!

She wasn’t on the fucking phone!

Someone was standing in her office!

Right on the other side of her goddamn desk!

Well, Romeo, what the fuck do we do now? My conscience chided.

This will not end fucking well!

Bella´s going to kill me!

Oh my God, I suddenly was paralyzed with nerves.  What if I overstepped some unspoken boundary?  So far, any sexual contact had always been initiated by one of them!  What if I´d gone too far this time, and Bella and Edward became angry with me?

Oh shit...what if they asked me to leave?

What hell was I going to do?

Where the hell would I go?

In a matter of seconds, I was on the verge of a full-scale panic attack.  Soft fingers reached down, stroking my cheek, Bella answered the person standing in front of her.  “I´m fine Bernard, just startled,” looking down, locking eyes with me, “someone just left me a little surprise under my desk that´s all,” Bella answered, fixing me with a raised brow and a smirk.

“Oh, well,” the Bernard person muttered, getting back to the matter at hand.  “A deadline of six o´clock is unreasonable...I need at least twenty-four hours to consult with my client and get him on board with this.”

Sliding her chair closer, Bella gently guided my head between her legs as she continued her conversation. 

This Bernard character was none the wiser! 

“Six o´clock and not a minute later,” Bella deadpanned, squirming minutely in her seat when I flicked her swollen bud.  “I´m tired of going back and forth with this guy.  He´s guilty!  I know it, and more importantly, Bernard, you know it too.  So save us all a lot of time, and the taxpayer´s money, and get this guy to take the damn deal!  If not, I´ll see you in court!”  The hand that was still running through my hair, tugged the strands forcefully as I began slowly lapping at her labia and slit.  “And we both know how that´s going to end,” Bella spoke slowly through gritted teeth.

“But Isabella...” Bernard tried again, just to be cut off.

“Bernard,” Bella gasped, but tried to cover it up by clearing her throat.  That little slip-up might have had something to do with me flicking my tongue against her swollen little pleasure nub in rapid succession, but I´ll never tell.   I heard her shuffle a few papers around, before her dainty little foot began applying pressure on my straining cock.

Damn...

When the fuck had she taken off her high-heel?

My fingers dug into the fleshy part of her thigh to keep myself from crying out.  “Bernard, as much as I would love to keep going rounds with you,” Bella said in a strained voice.  “I´ve got phone calls to make, and you my friend, have a deadline to meet.”  Leaving no room for discussion Bella added, “Oh, and could you please twist the lock on your way out, I don´t want to be disturbed.”

The next thing I knew, Bella was gripping my hair with both hands and riding my face like a fucking jockey.  Her heavy breaths and mumbled curses were the only sounds coming from the room.  Gripping her hip with one hand, I plunged two fingers of the other deep inside her pussy while biting down gently on her clit, and was rewarded with a flood of her sweet nectar.  “Jasper...Jasper…I´m gonna...ah…” Bella panted breathlessly, all the while squeezing the life out of me.  “Fuckkkkk…” she let out on a long hiss as her body spasms and convulses with pleasure.

Sucking and stroking soft and slow, I gently brought her down from her climax.  Looking up at my love, all flushed and glowing bright pink, I mentally patted myself on the back. 

I did that shit! 

I made Isabella Marie Swan cum buckets while eating out her gourmet pussy.

I was riding on fucking cloud nine!