Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 101

Office Affairs

Tiny moonlight seeped in thinugh a text in the curtain intotheir daily lit mont

jela tell a movement trailing its way up to her beads. She derm her lower lip gently as the felt her cunt calm from the electrifying touch. The hands massaged her breast gently before stroking her nipples

A soft man reaped her lips tout the person shushed her talentet down. She bit down harder on her lower lip to trap her moans, a tingling metallic taste filled her mouth

The massage became intense, as the hands fondled and stroked her nipples, and then it stopped. But a warm wet feeling overwhelmed her pebbled hard nipples. It sucked and teased her, as the tongue worked so did the fingers. They circled lines around her body, tracing their way to her hong waistband.

The mouth left her aching nipples to her neck, it nibbled and sucked gently at her skin, while the hand gradually found its way into her thong

It flicked her clit, earning a muffled moan from Isla. The thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion using her pussy juice as lubrication. Her hand reached to ease her throbbing pussy but another hand caged it above her head After a few seconds of stroking her clit, two long fingers were inserted into her pleading pussy. It started with a slow–paced thrust but picked up pace after a few seconds. It thrusts deeper and deeper non–stop.

Low whimpers and moans sound were produced by Isla but she did not dare scream. Tears of joy sat at the ends of her eyes as she experienced the best pleasure of her life without even having a dick inside her.

The mouth traced its tongue down to her cunt to join the fingers. As she felt the warm soft lips on her, she squirmed in immersed pleasure. The tongue flicked its tip over her wet cunt, licking her seeping juice. Soon it started stroking her cunt faster and faster in an up–and–down motion. Sucking and licking out her juice that kept flowing out.

“Fuck… Jackie… don’t stop,” Isla moaned.

The stroking halted, “Wrong name. I believe you want to say, Noah.”

Isla’s eyes snapped open to the plain brownish–white ceiling. The harsh rays of the sun hit her skin, but that didn’t bother her. She turned instinctively to her side to find it empty.

Her eyes scanned the empty room, but soon she heard running water.

Noah had woken up earlier than he wanted because of her soft moans, so he hopped into the bathroom for a cold shower.

Isla looked down at her nightwear to find it slightly crumpled and her juice had soaked the fabric covering her entrance. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

She stood up from the bed, unsure of what to do. Isla started pacing around the room, thinking of how to face her boss, who had seen her in her horny state.

An idea popped up in her mind, and she quickly grabbed everything she would need inside the bathroom, in readiness to run in as he came out.

As predicted, Noah walked out of the bathroom, with a white towel draped around his lower body. Immediately, she ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, but not without getting a mental note of what her boss‘ body looked like.

She fantasizes about how the bead droplets of water run down his chiseled abs, and she feels tempted to touch them. Isla’s finger traced lines on the tiles; the more her fantasy got deeper.

After a few seconds, she got a hold of herself and took her bath.

She grabbed a te lying on the table

for row for breakfast in the cafetare opposite the hunt, ut dan

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Isla quickly dressed up in a gray silk blows and a Middy Ang Mark skin the wo key gun and inte makeup before complementing her took with a crimson rep

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After she was done, isla went to the cafeteria acted sew how sexed dine to the Fern for stone. He gazed at the bustling city beyond the glass. She took a deep breats ab expoured his tale,

“Good morning, Mr. Cross 1ste greeted politely in a soft, low sice mixed with quite

Noah looked up at her, his eyes bored into the pair of her bige gem ofe

“Good morning indeed, Miss Hamilton,” he replied, taking sip from his cup of black coffee with his eyes still on

her.

“I hope you had a wonderful nigh”

Isla prayed silently for the ground to open up and swallow her, but if wishes were horses, beggers would ride. So she stood, head bowed low in embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed of what makes you human. I understand we all have read the needs to be attended to once ima while.”

Noah couldn’t help but admire the shy girl, whose habit is to always bite her lower lips when she is anions. He also noticed how her hair glimmered under the morning’s golden light. He felt his heart skip a beat, and be glanced away, trying to compose himself.

“Sit,” he commanded, and Isla obeyed, taking the seat across from him. “So, what’s the plan for today?” Noah asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Isla cleared her throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. We have a meeting with the marketing team at 10 am After that, we had a lunch meeting with some potential clients.”

Noah tilted his head slightly to the side with an arched brow, “What about the lunch meeting with the sales team?”

“Tomorrow,” Isla replied, awaiting his next words.

“Sounds like a busy day,” Noah pointed out.

“I will have everything ready for you,” Isla said, and Noah nodded his head slightly.

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