Sextreme Makeover - Episode 2

Kevin kept one eye on the spreadsheet glowing across his laptop while Jenna straddled him on the hotel bed. She wore nothing but the silk robe she’d left half-tied, and every slow roll of her hips asked a question his body answered without words. Still, his fingers kept tapping, signing off on another file, pretending he couldn’t feel how wet she already was. She reached back, angled him where she wanted him, then sank down until he filled her in one smooth, greedy glide. The air left her in a soft rush. He gasped too, but the phone still buzzed in his free hand. She took it from him, tossed it across the room, and began to move with purpose—tight little circles that dragged every nerve inside her against the ridge of his cock. Thirteen years had taught her exactly how to make him forget work, yet tonight he kept drifting. Jenna leaned in, mouth at his ear, and whispered that she needed him present, needed him thick and hard and thinking only of her cunt gripping him. He tried. His hands finally settled on her waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin above her hipbones, but his gaze flicked toward the missed-call light still blinking on the far carpet. Frustration coiled low in her belly, then sparked into something hotter. She tightened around him, riding faster, forcing a ragged sound out of his throat that told her the job had finally lost. He thrust up to meet her now, hard enough to rock the headboard, and the spreadsheets stayed exactly where she’d left them—forgotten, irrelevant, while she came hard around him, pulse after pulse, milking every last thought of anything but the woman wrapped around his cock.