Her mouth is what had attracted me to her.
The sass she gave me with every command I'd give her made my dick twitch.
I was her boss and she was supposed to be my subordinate. That never worked.
I could have sworn she was sent here to test me, but all she did was tease.
We were in my car the first time I touched her.
She'd tested my resolve with her short skirt, bare legs, and filthy mouth that berated my driving.
I broke as I put a hand on her thigh and squeezed.
Her eyes blazed and her thighs parted.
Taunting.
Torturing.
Teasing.
Looking out into traffic, I slipped my palm up her thigh.
My fingers met warm, damp lace as they pressed into her panties.
Her lips parted and for once, there were no words.
Slipping a finger under the lace, I teased her until her noises filled the car.
At a red light, I sucked those fingers into my mouth, grinning as she watched, her lips pulled between her teeth.
I couldn't have that.
Reaching out, I parted them gently, letting my finger linger over her bottom lip, and asked, "Was that what you wanted?"