Getting ready

“Sir - Angela from AW Corps is in the elevator. She’ll be here in less than two minutes for the merger talks!”

I groaned and rubbed my face. “Fuck. That greedy bitch never brings her own lube or condoms. She just walks in, spreads those legs, and expects me to be ready.”

Jessa’s eyes flicked to the side drawer. “Do we… have anything left?” I yanked it open. The bottle of lube was bone-dry.

“Shit. Nothing.”

For a second the only sound was the distant ding of the elevator. Then I looked at my secretary.

“Last option. Get it wet the old-fashioned way. Make it sloppy.” Jessa didn’t even blink. She locked the door behind her, dropped straight to her knees between my legs, and freed my cock with practiced hands. The second it sprang out, thick and heavy, she leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base all the way to the head, leaving a shiny trail of spit.

Then she opened wide and pushed forward. Inch after thick inch disappeared between her lips. She took her time, letting her throat stretch around me, eyes watering just a little as she forced herself all the way down until her nose pressed against my stomach.

She held it there, swallowing around the head, coating every vein in warm, slick saliva.When she finally pulled back, a thick string of spit connected her lips to my cock.

She gasped once, stroked me with both hands to spread the mess, then dove right back down, fucking her own throat on it with wet, filthy sounds.She was still bobbing, drooling heavily, when we heard heels clicking down the hallway.

Jessa pulled off just enough to whisper against the slick head, voice hoarse: “She’s going to feel how ready you are...” Then she sank all the way down again, throat bulging, waiting for the door to open. She chuckled, thinking what she have to do if I was out of condoms.