Chapter 93: Rejuvenator Had Made Him Insatiable
Olivia Crabapple waited for Melvin in his office. She sat on the front of his desk, a long plaid skirt dangling below her knees, and had one of Melvin's portfolios opened in her hands. She looked up at him as he entered and smiled endearingly at him. Melvin gulped. She was not the same woman from two days ago when she was stealing his work and claiming for her own. Now she had become an almost tolerable boss, believe it or not. Olivia placed Melvin's portfolio on his desk back where she found it.
"Melvin, where have you been? Are you ok?" she asked, sliding off the desk and stepping towards him. She reached one an arm and gripped his upper arm with one hand, a look of concern plastered across her attractive face. Her cropped, bleached blonde hair shone in the overhead lights, and her green eyes glittered.
"Yes, I was feeling a little ill after lunch, but I'm all right now," Melvin said, unable to escape her roving hands. She roamed around him and blocked any quick exit through his office door.
"Your ex wife was here looking for you. Left a message on your desk, but I threw it away. You know better than to get mixed up with the likes of her again, right? Not when you have something better and more willing right in front of you," she said in a soft voice, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him close to her.
"Abigail and I are through, Olivia. That's not something you have to worry about," Melvin replied, feeling Olivia's hands unbuckle his belt and slip into his pants. His cock hardened once touched by her cool fingers.
"That's what I like to hear," she cooed. She slid down to her knees and looked up at Melvin with wanting green eyes. Her hands began to pull down his pants, and Melvin didn't make a move to stop her. The Rejuvenator had made his sex drive insatiable and still hadn't shifted to top gear. He swallowed, and his throat felt dry.
"Know what else I like to hear, my little fuck bunny?" Olivia asked, pulling out Melvin's stiff member and licking its underside like a little girl with a popsicle. Melvin shivered in pleasure. She smacked her lips.
"What's that?" Melvin gasped, enjoying the sensations she created with her tongue and hands.
"I like to hear you call me a fucking dirty slut," she said and gobbled his cock to the root. Melvin sucked in a breath of air through his teeth and forced himself to stay upright. His boss was an amazing cocksucker; it was no wonder she had leapt up the ladder of success so quickly with a mouth like hers. Melvin ran his hands through his short hair and grasped two handfuls of it, helping guide her over his pulsing tool with sharp, plunging motions of her throat.
Olivia continued to look up with him, refusing to break eye contact, pulled his cock out of her mouth and then shoved it back in to the balls, his swelling sack slapping against the end of her chin as she deep throated him. To see his boss on her knees, taking him the way she was doing, her green eyes locked onto his, was a sight to behold. Olivia slid him out enough to rub the mushroom head of Melvin's cock against the inside of her cheek. Melvin enjoyed the way her cheek ballooned as his thick, meaty pole pushed it from the inside.
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