It wasn't until noon when the man came out from the CEO's office looking happy and refreshed.
Stacy called the man before he arrive at the elevator.
"Drake!" She shouted.
Drake stopped and faced Stacy with a smile. The man was well built. Even if he wore a simple white shirt and jeans, he was still handsome and neat.
"What is it Ms. Chang?" He asked without much emotion.
"Come to my office." Stacy walked back to her office while Drake sauntered slowly.
He entered the room and closed the door.
Stacy hugged the man and tried to kiss him.
Drake smirked and lowered his lips to capture Stacy's.
Their tongue intertwined and as their actions became rough and hurried.
Drake removed her glasses and placed it on the table.
He carried Stacy easily and placed her beside the glasses. As his hands get busy, Stacy's hands roamed around his well-defined abs.
Soon, Stacy's office blouse was removed and her red lace bra was the only thing covering her full chest.
Drake's inner beast woke up again and his lips travelled down to her neck to her collar bones. He savoured her skin and Stacy's toes curled up with pleasure.
Soon, the lace bra was removed as Drake's hands skillfully dances around her perky twins . Stacy let out a soft moan as the man sucked like a baby craving for milk.
His other hand, reaches inside her black pencil skirt and felt her.
Her legs clamped because of the sudden change in temperature.
"What?" Drake asked with a hoarse voice.
Stacy bit her lower lip looking seductive and gently shook her head. Drake looked at her as his tongue played her tits.
"Felt good?" He asked as he gently bit her.
Stacy moaned and gripped the edges of the table. Her long legs wrapped around his strong waist.
"Drake..." She said with plead.
"What do you want?" Drake asked as he held her nape and sensually massaged it.
"I want it." Stacy asked.
"Beg me." Drake bit her lips as he said this.
"Please. I want it." Stacy begged without any shame.
"Sure, but let me see your sincerity." Drake grabbed her hands and placed it on the metal buckle of his belt.
Stacy undid his belt and undid his pants' button then zipped down.
She caressed the bulging thing with her dainty hands.
Drake gulped down a mouthful of saliva as he felt her hands roaming outside his boxers.
"Bad little minx." Drake teased as he tore he skirt suddenly.
The torn skirt was thrown haphazardly on the floor along with the lace bra and her white office blouse.
Drake touched her and did a foreplay.
One finger, two fingers.
In, out.
He touched the tip of her clit and lowered his head.
Stacy's right leg were placed on his broad shoulder.
He savoured her goodness.
Stacy let out a loud moan as his tongue dances her goodness.
As she was about to cum, the man stopped and licked his lips
"Not yet. I haven't felt your sincerity." The man said. "Be good."
Drake sat on the office chair and Stacy was in between his legs.
He held her hair as the woman pleased him.