My body has been aching for Harlan ever since I left his office, which is not the way I should have felt. He'd made me c*m. Hell, the man could practically bring me to orgasm with the blink of an eye. But by the time I got back to my room, I was already itching for more.
This is what he does to me; I envision his face, his voice, the words he uses to heighten my pleasure, to incite fear and bliss, inexplicably, all at once. It isn't that he hasn't given me enough, it is that he'd given me everything. Because of him, I've tasted...everything.
And now, I can't live without it.
Lately, I'm constantly aroused. With the memories of what he'd done to me fresh in my mind, it is impossible not to be. At the moment, taking his c**k was almost too much. But now, in the moments when we're separate
