He takes his hand and caresses my right breast, then begins to lightly pinch and massage my nipple. It hardens to a stiff peak under his touch. I let out a gasp when he lightly trails his fingertips over my stomach. I feel tingles of pleasure erupt on my skin. He lowers himself until his head is between my thighs. His tongue feels just as good as I dreamed while he eats my pussy. I don't have to worry about holding back my moans as I feel my orgasm building.

Vince comes back up to kiss me roughly. "I love how you purr like a kitten for me. He whispers in my ear, then nips my earlobe. He rubs his dick up and down my slippery wet folds. He begins to enter me slowly, stopping after a few inches to give me time to adjust to his size. Once he's fully in, I feel stuffed, yet he fits so perfectly. He wraps a hand around my neck with a light grip as he kisses me. Just the thought of him choking me makes me wetter. He slowly slides his dick out halfway before fully entering me again.

He whispers several curse words and mutters in Italian as he quickens his pace. Each time he enters me, I feel waves of pleasure washing over me. I purr in his ear as his hand grips my neck a little harder, pushing me closer to orgasm. Vince slides a hand under my hips so he can pull me closer and fuck me deeper. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as he gently sinks his dick into my dripping wet pussy. These teasing strokes are about to make me -

DRRRRRRRRRINGGGGGG!

I dropped the book I was reading and it smacked me right on the face. I groaned as the corner hit the bridge of my nose, I was relieved it didn't hit my eye.

One day this phone alarm will be the death of me. I turned the wretched sound off and put my phone back on the desk. I picked up my bookmark to insert it on the page I stopped on. Reading erotica may not be ideal for some but with no social life, or sex life for that matter, I didn't want to be the one that has no experience and no knowledge about the way mating works.

"Ms. Swan?" Angela knocked on my office door before she opened it and entered. Startled at the fact that she was in the office while she had an event today, I quickly placed the book on my lap to hide it and pulled myself toward my desk so my lower body was hidden. No one knows my habitual reading during breaks except for one person only.

Angela came into the room with a stack of paper on one hand and her phone stuck to her ear. A loud voice could be heard on the other line and she just rolled her hazel eyes, "I will personally make sure it does not come to that, Mr. Willis."

Snapping her phone shut, she sat down on the recamier sofa placed at the seating area to the left of my desk. It was only Tuesday and she seemed exhausted already, her eye bags still noticeable under the layer of makeup she wore. I wonder if her first event is too much for her.

"Is Mr. Willis being Mr. Willis again?" I scoffed and shook my head. Mr. Willis was a Class A perfectionist and has employed the help of our company for six masquerading events now and he knows we do a perfect job of coordinating his company's charity events. Angela has worked as my assistant since she graduated high school and this is the first time I appointed her as head director of an event. Working with me for six years has turned her into a mini-me and I believe in her abilities and plus, Mr. Willis is a loyal client, he knows we give our hundred percent at what we do.

"He's worried the venue design won't be finished before the guests arrive."

"That's absurd. His guests always arrive an hour later than the call time. But make sure everything is spotless by 4 p.m. Has your team been briefed already? Uniforms distributed?" I reminded her and she nodded her head before pulling papers from the stack she brought in with her.

I took them from her and started skimming, "These are proposals from new clients who want us to organize their events. Word of mouth really is the best marketing tool." Huh. I noticed that most of them were all vanity parties with no real purpose and there was only one about a charity event for children with cancer that is supposed to take place a few weeks from now.

"I'll study these more tomorrow. But you," I stood from my desk and smoothly slid my book from my lap to the chair, "Need to leave now and check up on the baby chicks at the venue and see if everything is getting prepared well." I urged her out my office door and let her grab her stuff then escorted her to the elevator.

Before the doors closed she asked me what time I would arrive at the party tonight.

"That's a surprise. I'm sure you won't be able to pick me out from the crowd. I'll be watching you tonight. You'll do great." I flashed her a gentle smile to let her know I was proud she was able to plan this with very little guidance from me.

Italicized excerpt is from a book on booksiesilk.

First party is up next!

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