My hands were on Alexandra’s shoulders but my eyes had traveled down her back to the curvature of her ass on the desk. Alexandra Miller had the type of body that I loved—soft, womanly curves that I, more than once, imagined sinking my fingers into as I very slowly entered her from behind. Then, she had the kind of smooth skin that I could kiss and lick all over as she grabbed my hair and screamed in response. Although these thoughts weren’t very far from what I usually thought whenever I made up excuse after excuse to walk up to her office, my dick was being disobedient on this particular evening.
I wanted to fuck the soul out of this woman.