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mouth to perfection.
    Ryan imagined peeling the dress away from her body,
revealing her lovely flesh inch by inch. Her curves would call to him. He’d
stroke a hand up and down her sides, memorizing the shape of her body. She’d
possess large, heavy tits, a small waist but a rounded stomach with thick hips.
From the look of her alone he knew she could take a pounding. If she wanted
some pain mixed in with her pleasure then he was more than happy to give it to
her. Ryan took great pleasure in being able to give his submissives what they liked.
    For many years he’d trained to be a good, experienced Dom.
He read people in order to know what to do to bring them the greatest
satisfaction. Jesse was hiding from what she truly wanted.
    She made all the right sounds and denials yet he witnessed a
yearning deep inside her. Jesse wanted a lot more than plain simple fucking. He
didn’t know how he was going to give her everything her heart desired. All Ryan
knew was he’d do everything in his power to give Jesse what she needed.
    Fisting his length, he worked from the base up to the root,
imagining the feel of Jesse around him. He wondered how her lips would feel
taking his shaft deep into her mouth. Would she swallow his cum or would he
need to pull out at the last minute and splash his cum over her full tits?
Either one turned him on more than the last. Groaning, he cupped his balls,
tightening his grip as the first wave of his seed erupted onto his stomach.
    The orgasm fulfilled what he needed at that moment but it
wouldn’t entirely sate his appetite. The only person he wanted was the sweet Jesse.
Cleaning up his mess with the towel, he left his bed to place it in the laundry
basket.
    He settled back into bed, closing his eyes to sleep when he
remembered the need reflected in Jesse’s eyes.
    She didn’t think for a second she was damaged even though
she behaved like it. Ryan, if it was the last thing he did, would prove to
Jesse she wanted and could have the same as other women. A life, a family, and
above all, love.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jesse counted down the moment until she escaped the clutches
of work. For the first time in her life she looked forward to being out of work
rather than inside. Tapping her fingers on the desk top, she glanced down at
the appointment sheet in front of her. Before she left three signatures were
needed to let her know the men and women were out of the building.
    Her work didn’t require too much thought. The interactions
with clients were down to a minimum, only needing to show clients to their
lawyer’s office and make tea. Some of the men tried to hit on her, but she kept
them at arms-length. She wouldn’t give any man the thought they could have her.
However, none of the men she’d met left her feeling like Ryan had the night
before. Her body awakened under his scrutiny. Part of her wanted to invite him
to her home.
    You wanted so much
more.
    Cutting off the craving for what Ryan could give her, she
focused on arranging the schedule for Monday. Every Sunday the office was
closed unless there was a big case for several lawyers to deal with.
    “Have you got anything exciting planned for this week?”
Denise asked, approaching the reception desk.
    Denise looked tired as she rubbed a hand down her face. She
was one of the lawyers who handled divorce cases, who once asked her to become
a personal assistant. Jesse frowned, realizing three of the other lawyers
within the large office also asked her to be their personal assistant.
    “You out for today?” Jesse asked,
avoiding the question.
    “Yeah, I’m done with men cursing their wives and vice versa.
I wonder why they ever got married in the first place.” Denise shook her head.
    “You’re married, aren’t you?” Jesse tapped away on the
keyboard.
    “Yeah, fifteen years, three kids and still
going strong.” Denise shrugged. “I don’t know. I sometimes think you
young ones hate hard work. A good marriage takes hard work from both