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was still one very important and as yet unanswered concern. "How soundproof is this room?" I gasped out.
    "Checked it this morning before everyone came. Couldn't even hear heavy metal music through that door."
    That was enough for me to give in to his touches. To hell with the work rules, I wanted some sexy time with this rich, gorgeous man. I admit we went at it like rabbits. Clothes flew across the room and hands caressed naked flesh. The minute my bra slipped off he was on my swollen breasts like a starved man for water. His hot lips suckled and nipped on my buds, devouring me and heating up the ache in my groin. My hands ran through his hair and my hips ground into his. He grunted and thrust into me, showing me the proof of his need with a thick, stiff dick.
    My thighs squirmed as my juices coated my white panties. I was so hot and slick that I thought I'd burn up or slide off the couch. Things only got hotter when he reached down and pressed his fingers against my nub. I bucked into his hand and he chuckled. His laugh reverberated through my breast and sent a chill up my spine. "Liking that?" he teased me.
    I smirked. Two could play at this game, so I squirmed down and grabbed onto him. His eyes widened and he jumped into my hand. I leaned up and rubbed my nose against his. "Liking that?" I replied.
    His roaming hand reached up and snapped off my pants button; the zipper soon followed. "No, there's too much clothing in the way. Let's deal with that."
    I worked on his pants while he worked on mine. They flew across the room along with our underwear, and for the first time I was embarrassed. Like I said before, I didn't exactly have a model figure. Then he sat up and inspected my pure nakedness, chubby belly and all. There were my wrinkles and stretch marks for full viewing; my fat legs and thick thighs. I expected him to be disgusted. Instead I felt him pinch my flabbiness. My head snapped back and I glared at him. "Do you mind? That's kind of attached to me."
    He grinned. "I know, and I'm going to enjoy every pound of it."
    My face flushed and a rare occasion happened; I didn't know what to say. I was so glad he didn't reject me for my stupid fatty body. He lay down on me and caught me in another of those lustful kisses. I wrapped my chubby legs around his waist and pushed him close to my soaked opening. He took the invitation with gusto and thrust into me smooth and deep. I moaned at the penetration and the thickness of his manhood. It'd been a while since I did this and my walls were tight around him. I noticed he was gasping for air. I was afraid I was killing him. "You okay? We need to stop?"
    He shook his head. His teeth ground together and when he opened his shut eyes his hungry eyes devoured me. "You're-you're really tight." He bucked forward, burying himself deeper into me. I gasped and grasped his arms. He had a good angle on my clit, and pleasure rippled through me.
    My voice was deep and sultry. All I wanted was for him to take me and make me his. "You're really big," I breathed out.
    "Good."
    He slid out and thrust back into me; nice, slow and deep. I closed my eyes and let out a shallow, heavy breath. It felt so good having him slowly fuck me. I matched his push and pull thrust for thrust. Our bodies were slick with sweat and his arms wrapped around me to hold me closer. He covered me in his musky scent and I breathed it all in, reveling in the intoxicating smell. We moaned together, soft and low, enjoying the sweet torture of this slow dance.
    His breaths tickled my ear and his muscles tightened. I noticed him pick up the speed and arched my back. He slid in deeper than ever and his body shuddered. My slick, hot walls massaged him, driving him mad with each thrust into me. I was loving every minute of it.
    He was being evil in his turn. Each of his penetrations slid across my nub, sending titillating shivers of pleasure through my body. My groin muscles got tighter and tighter. The heat inside me was almost