One moment, Nova Woodford was delivering a congratulatory speech to her mentor, and the next, her gaze landed on a man at the back of the crowd, eliciting goosebumps across her skin.
Their eyes met across the distance for only a few seconds, and her body responded with an undeniable throb. He emanated an aura of dominance that heightened her arousal with just a glance.
What on earth had they put in this drink? She wondered, glancing at the golden liquid in her cup. Once she stepped off the podium, her colleagues surrounded her, introducing her to their spouses and boyfriends.
Yet, the mysterious man remained fixed in her line of sight.
Not wanting to draw attention by inquiring about the stranger, Nova chose to ignore him and continued to socialize. However, he lingered in her peripheral vision. Who was he? His captivating presence commanded the attention of everyone at the party.
A wave of guilt washed over her for letting her thoughts wander. She was married and loved her husband deeply. After fifteen years of marriage, their chemistry still thrived. Yet, her body betrayed her, igniting feelings of shame.
To regain her composure, she excused herself, racing to her office for her bag. It was time to return home, where everything made sense.
Leaning against her office door, Nova became aware of her nipples straining against her dress and sighed. The sensation of dampness in her panties confirmed her desire.
"What on earth is wrong with me?" she complained, pushing off the door to approach the enormous window overlooking the bright city.
From this height, the lights of passing cars appeared like distant flashlights.
"Who was he?" she questioned her reflection, pressing her head against the cool glass. "And why did her body respond to him in such a way?"
Her questions were soon answered as she caught sight of the door opening in the reflection. She froze, her heartbeat racing as he stepped inside, hands in his pockets, exuding an air of ownership over the space.
What was he doing here? Was he following her?
With nowhere to go without drawing attention, Nova stood in the shadows, watching as he caressed her desk and chair, her imagination running wild, picturing those hands exploring her body.
"I am a happily married woman," she chanted internally, yet her body reacted against her will. Her breasts ached to feel his large hands and mouth, a feeling she had never experienced with her husband.
After he had surveyed her office and glanced at the pictures on her desk, he made himself comfortable in her chair, turning it to face her. Did he realize she was there?
To her surprise, the man unbuckled his pants, revealing his semi-hard member, and began to stroke it. He was impressively sized. The room she had grown accustomed to suddenly felt small and stifling.
Did he truly not know she was present? Nova watched as he fondled his beautiful erection, which grew bigger and thicker with each stroke.
"Holy crap!" she whispered, crossing her legs in an attempt to quell the throbbing. But that only intensified the sensation. What was happening?
As he pumped and squeezed, the moonlight illuminated his face, and she gasped as she realized he was staring back at her.
Nova pressed her trembling body against the glass, her hand resting on her chest, uncertain of her next move. He answered that question for her.
"Come," he commanded.
With just a single word, her body became magnetically drawn to him. His voice, warm like honey, settled deep in her stomach.
What was happening? This wasn’t her. She enjoyed a satisfying sex life with her husband. She loved him! Yet, somehow, her feet moved step by step until she was standing at this man’s feet.
Nova’s entranced gaze followed his large hands moving along his shaft, causing her to moisten her lips. She yearned for that impressive cock inside her pulsating pussy. She craved a taste of the pre-cum glistening at the tip.
When she glanced at his face, a shudder ran through her. He watched her intently, the moonlight highlighting his features. She should leave. However, staying felt equally tempting.
One more step would place her between his legs. Nova gulped, taking that step, while he continued to pump his shaft. She scanned her office for an excuse to flee, but her gaze eventually settled back on the man who had claimed her chair.
Much like royalty, she knelt between his legs and surrendered. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs, she looked up at him and saw a playful glint in his bearded expression. It seemed to beckon her, "Taste me."
Resolve solidified within her, she licked her lips once more and indulged her desires. She took a sample of his glistening cock and chuckled at his sharp intake of breath. It was nearly inaudible, but she picked up on it and smirked.
Her tongue eagerly swept across his slickness like a treat.
"Mmmm, you taste so good," she murmured, greedily taking more of him into her mouth, slurping and sucking without restraint.
It felt like an insatiable thirst had taken hold. She couldn’t stop. Even as his cock stretched her mouth, Nova was determined to take it all. She wanted to choke on him.
As she gagged and gasped for air, saliva pooled in her mouth, spilling forth like water from a burst balloon, making his cock even more slippery.
This swollen shaft was unlike her husband’s. Vincent had always been thin and long, lacking girth, and he never groomed, making deep-throating uncomfortable. But this man? He was completely smooth—down to his scrotum.
Nova relished in sucking on them. They were enormous, just like everything else about him.
Removing her mouth for a moment, she exclaimed, "Mmmm. Fuck, you taste divine," before returning to his pulsating arousal, treating it with intention.
