While she worked on the dresser, I sat on the end of the bed and admired her. I knew Mr. Parker would have a perfect view based on where he had the camera angled in this room.
When Addison went to move past me, I deliberately ran my fingers over her thigh. She paused momentarily, then kept moving. A minute later, she returned to the other side of the room and I did the same thing. But on her third pass, I stopped her with a hand on her hip, turning her to face me.
“You’ve been working so hard, maybe you should take a break.” Yeah, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized they were straight out of a cheesy porn flick.
Still, I didn’t give a shit.
My hands were on this woman and she seemed quite eager for me to touch her, so I wasn’t about to change direction.
“I could use a break,” she said softly. “Would you mind…uh…” She turned around to face away from me. “I have a small crick in my neck. Maybe you could rub it for a minute? That way I could finish my job and be out of your hair.”
“Of course.” I pulled her down onto my lap and began gently kneading her neck muscles with my hands.
“Oh, God, that feels good.” Her soft moans made my cock harden more than it already was.
“A little lower,” she directed.
I started to move my hand down her back, but she reached for my hands.
“No, this way.” Addison’s small fingers guided my hand to her chest, then lower.
The girl wasn’t shy. Within seconds I was cupping her breasts and kissing her neck while she ground herself against my cock.
“Like this?” I asked as I firmly cupped her tits.
“Oh, yeah.” She pressed her back against my chest, thrusting her breasts forward.
“It might feel better if you take off the top,” I told her.
She peered at me over her shoulder. “You’re probably right.”
Without hesitating, she removed the halter and then guided my hands back to her chest. I kissed her neck, sucking on her skin while I fondled her, pinching her nipples every so often.
“Mr. Snowden…” she moaned. “I know this is make-believe and I know I’m supposed to be playing a role…”
I didn’t stop kissing her neck.
“But I have to tell you, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And…I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to.”
I grinned against her skin. “I’ll give you permission to come as many times as you’d like, precious.”
As though that was what she’d been waiting for, Addison ground against my thighs a few more times, and when I bit down on her neck, she cried out.
Now, I was a grown man, one who was in complete control of his sexuality, his desires, and his own orgasm, but when she did that, from me kneading her tits and biting her neck, I damn near came in my jeans like an oversexed teenager.
“Please don’t stop,” Addison pleaded, once again in character. “I promise, I’ll get back to work in just a minute.”
Wanting to take this a different direction, I stopped touching her. “Actually, I think you should probably finish up what you were doing.”
The sweet submissive glanced at me over her shoulder once more, then nodded. “Of course, sir.”
She got to her feet, grabbing the duster, and went about her job, this time topless. I noticed the way she gave a good show for the camera, touching her chest as she moved. I could only imagine what Mr. Parker was doing right then.
When Addison tried to pass by me, I stopped her by grabbing both hips. I shoved up her skirt and gripped her panties, then roughly jerked them down her legs.
“Step out of them,” I instructed when she moaned her pleasure. “Then I want you to kneel on the bed.”
Her eyes were glazed with desire as she crawled onto Mr. Parker’s bed, her bare ass right there within my grasp.
I leaned over and kissed her soft, smooth skin, drawing another moan from her. Guiding her into the position I wanted, I pressed down on her back, forcing her to place her chest flat on the bed while her ass was in the air. I pushed her knees wide, which offered me an unobstructed view of her pretty pussy.
I wasn’t sure Mr. Parker could see as well as I could, but I figured he would get the gist just as soon as I…
“Oh, God!” Addison cried out when I ran my tongue along her cleft, tickling her clit briefly.
I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, then pulled her so that her feet were hanging over and I was eye level with her pussy. I dove in for more, loving the taste of her, the way she cried out, pressing against my tongue. I had dreamed about this, about her riding my face while I indulged in her.
