Chapter 22

TUESDAY - Part 2

After lunch, Jake went to Shayla’s office to pick up the marketing materials for the Smithsons’ presentation. When he entered her office, he found Shayla sitting behind her desk, on the phone. She smiled at him and motioned for him to sit down.

Instead of taking one of the chairs in front of her desk, Jake went around to her side and started kissing her neck while cupping one of her heavy breasts. Shayla pulled away and looked him in the eye, silently mouthing, “Stop, Brian,” and gesturing with the phone receiver to indicate she was talking to her husband. Jake gave her an impish grin, pivoted her chair toward him, then dropped to his knees and spread her legs. She half-heartedly tried to close them, mouthing the word, “No,” however Jake ignored her protest and slid her forward on the chair, spreading her legs even further apart and burying his face in her pussy.

Shayla moaned softly as Jake slowly lapped at her slit and said into the phone, “Oh, nothing, honey, it was just the baby kicking.” She reached her free hand down and ran her fingers through Jake’s hair as he continued to tongue her cunt. Jake kissed her clit and then started suckling it between his lips, causing Shayla to arch her back and quietly pant, “Oh, fuck.” She then lightly coughed and said into the phone, “Uh, I just dropped my pen on the floor.”

Jake ran his hand up her inner thigh and then slid two fingers inside her dripping hole and finger-fucked her while teasing her nub. Shayla squirmed in her chair, struggling to maintain her composure as Jake’s fingers pumped in and out of her wet pussy, his tongue flicking mercilessly over her sensitive clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the phone receiver. “Uh huh ... yes, I’m listening,” she said shakily into the phone, trying to focus on her husband’s words. Jake curled his fingers inside her and applied pressure to her G-spot while at the same time rolling his tongue around her sensitive bud, making her toes curl. Shayla’s thighs started to quiver, her climax building rapidly under Jake’s relentless fingering and licking.

“B-Brian, honey, can I call you back in a bit?” Shayla stammered out, trying desperately to get off the phone, barely holding back a cry of pleasure. Jake inserted a third finger into her and hummed against her clit. Shayla, barely holding it together, gasped into the receiver, “Uh ... what humming ... oh, fuck ... um, nothing...” Jake’s hand moved in a blur, his fingers pumping in and out of Shayla’s wet and swollen vagina, flicking and teasing her button with the tip of his tongue. Shayla’s walls spasmed and contracted around Jake’s fingers, her body pulsing and throbbing. As hard as she tried, Shayla could not get off the phone with her husband as her orgasm hit. She bit down on her fist, her body shaking violently as wave after wave washed through her. Jake continued his persistent assault, his fingers plunging deep inside her fluttering cunt while his tongue lashed over her throbbing clit, prolonging her pleasure.