She positioned her tongue at the bottom of his length and ran her tongue up to its head then, licked down to the other side. Placing her tongue on the part facing her, at the bottom precisely, she licked up to it head and took the head of his dick into her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, elicitating a groan from him. Proceeding to take half of him into her mouth, she took him in and out of her mouth. Soon, she took all of him in and began sucking him off at a faster pace. She kept her hands wrapped around him at the bottom as she bobbed her head, providing him with intense pleasure that could help him reach his high.Her movements became wilder and untamed. He felt glorious and blessed to have her on her knees, sucking him off at an unimaginable pace. He threw his head back in insurmountable pleasure and grabbed her ponytail, his other hand laying on the top of the chair. He controlled the bobbing of her head carefully to hit the back of her throat and have her mouth sw
Page received a call from Katherine. She informed Page that she had to be at work before ten that morning because she had an urgent and important meeting with the Chief Executive Officer of The Executives Conglomerate, Mr Simon who wanted to transfer ownership of two of their corporations, their massive hotel and resort to them because they were no longer doing well and seemed not to have any other option neither did they have adequate resources to revive them, it being evident that Greenclove Conglomerate would do justice to the re-establishment of the two corporations as their Conglomerate had been consecutively established as part of the top two leading the market for over ten years. Their massive and unwavering success was impressive as no Conglomerate could beat them under Mr Duncan Brooks leadership and he was certain it wouldn't change under Page's as her mode of thinking and decision making were a replica of her grandad's who had become the Greenclove Conglomerate Chairman a
“Should I get you a cup of latte?”Page turned on her heels behind the large mahogany desk in her new office, the office of the Chief Executive Officer. The door of her office bore her scrupulously made nameplate. The walls of the office were coated in thick, quality white paints that beautifully radiated under the shimmer of the brilliant light that dispersed in the office from the bulbs on the ceiling, perfectly making evident the taste of its occupant. Color rose to her checks when she smiled, that her grandad remembers her tastes and preferences always marveled her. “You impress me,” Page told her with a smile and fell into her black swivel chair that most apparently suited a queen like her, a lady of her caliber.“I would not be drinking coffee this morning, probably later in the afternoon. For now, continue whatever work you still have on your plate until Mr Simon arrives,” she said. Katherine, her personal assistant, was characterized with outstanding, juicy qualities, insurm
Page fell to the floor, her hands clutching her stomach. The pain was too much to bear. She kept groaning in pain, trying so much to combat the excruciating pain but it wasn't in her power. Katherine screamed and bent to the ground, turning Page who laid on her side to lay on her back. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, they stung and her throbbing, squeezing heart banged and hurt so much."Oh my God, Miss Brooks!" Katherine shouted. "Call an ambulance," she had instructed Page's chauffeur, cooing her to soothe the pains. She knelt on the ground and placed Page's upper back on her laps. Her hands set to work, one caressing her soft, silky hair and the other, pressing against her wound."One will be here in a bit," he informed her. "Take off her jacket so that she is only on her shirt, gently blow air on her face," Page's chauffeur, a man in his mid-forties instructed Katherine.She gently took the jacket off her boss and it was swiftly grasped from her hold. He folded the ja
Page was driving home, exhausted from a rather hectic day and longing for a relaxing, satisfactory dip in strawberry and rose scented bubbling body wash infused in warm water. Yearning for the evening's cool breeze to dance through her bouncy, long black hair, she turned off the car's air conditioner and pressed a button that made the roof of the car open. “This feels really good," she sighed.Her mind traveled back to the horrible trance she had and she shivered. For the record, she had always been an optimistic person, one with the stoutest of heart and detested every form of negativity, bad energy and contrariness. That her mind could picture such a horrible event scared her, she was appalled. Thinking back to it, she decided to assume that what played out in her mind actually happened, why the hell did someone not go after such a malevolent perpetrator? She asked herself.Refusing to let the threat Simon made get to her, she turned on some music and sang along with the artiste,
“Babe, I think the food is burning!" Derek shouted as he stood in front of the cooker, filling his nostrils with the aroma of his girlfriend's savory dish. He felt as though he could already taste the delectable meal without having to take a spoon of it. “Take it down!" Lina turned away from the phone and instructed.“Where did you keep the mittens?” “Oh my good God," she sighed, blowing air out of her mouth."Page baby, we will talk later okay? I have to finalize my cooking and serve Derek, he hasn't had lunch or dinner,” she said to Page reluctantly, sad that she had to put their interesting conversation on hold.“Can he not help himself to it?" Page grumbled.“You know he can't. To take down the pot of food from the cooker is a problem for him, talk more of actually serving himself,” she fielded then chuckled lightly.“Ok then, we would take later babe," Page said and proceeded to end the call.Rowan was already seated on the couch opposite the one on which Page was seated. Her l
Rowan yawned, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth. Fatigue was written all over him in black ink that anyone who painstakingly looked at him could notice. He took a sip from his cup of Americano coffee and sighed, leaning back on his large comfy swivel chair so that his head and back were placed on it and his eyes were closed as he rested for a while. Not being able to sleep the previous night, annoyed that he hadn't heard Page's footsteps that was to signify her call had ended and she was heading to her room to go to bed, he opted to go through some documents in his laptop. He had kept himself occupied throughout the night, reviewing documents upon documents. During the early hours of the morning, he fell asleep on the sofa on which he sat, assuming a weird position. Apparently, that was the reason behind his aching neck.A knock sounded on his door. He was reluctant to move his mouth and body so he feigned deafness. The knock sounded again but he still didn't say anything
Rowan staggered into the house with his jacket in his hand. He had called his personal assistant to the bar to drive him home. He walked up the stairs and sat on the floor in front of Page's door with the foot of one of his legs placed on the floor, his head leaning on the door. The lady that had sat on his lap in the bar had hoped to draw his attention by trying to touch him but he violently pushed her off his lap the moment she gyrated her hips. Rowan's foxy and dreamy body coupled with his excessive wealth made ladies go extremely crazy over him, jumping at every opportunity to show off their assets to him as though they were products being advertised, with hopes that they would impress him. Rowan was someone who knew how to hold his liquor but that night was different. He had drank more than he used to and was drowning in a pool of emotions. They were overwhelming him and what he wished to do was let them subdue him so, that was exactly what he did. He yielded to its overpoweri