Desire Investment System

Jace's hand slid down, his palm brushing the bare skin of Amelia's thigh where her skirt had ridden up.

She gasped, a tremor shooting through her body. Her fingers tightened around the coffee cup until she had to set it aside quickly, as Jace leaned closer.

His crimson eyes narrowed with sly amusement. Amelia's head tilted back, gray eyes wide behind her crooked glasses. Her breath hitched, chest rising too fast.

"Jace… wait…"

Instead of pulling away, his fingers caught a loose strand of her white hair. He twirled it slowly, deliberately, his voice a low tease.

"Why? Did you forget to lock the door?"

Her throat bobbed hard. "N-No, that's not—"

His hand slid from her hair to the back of her head, palm pressing firm against her skull. He stopped her retreat, leaning in until their faces nearly touched. Their breath mingled, hot against each other's lips.

His whisper cut sharp, romantic but edged with dominance. "If the door is locked, then whatever we do… no one will see you."

A blush flared across Amelia's pale cheeks.

Then his lips took hers.

At first, soft. Then steadily harder, claiming, consuming. She stiffened, fingers twitching against his chest as though to resist, but her body betrayed her, trembling with heat and restraint. The air left her lungs in uneven bursts.

She tried to speak, muffled against his mouth, but he smothered her with his tongue. He slid in, stroking, teasing, pressing deeper until she could barely think.

Her weak hands curled into his shirt instead of pushing him away. Heat spread through her, burning out the hesitation.

Her glasses fogged faintly as her eyes fluttered closed. Resistance dissolved into want.

Finally, she clutched his back, holding him, accepting him.

His tongue toyed with hers, circling, pressing harder, saliva pooling between them. Wet sounds filled the small office. Coffee's bitterness faded under something hotter, primal, messy.

The kiss dragged on, growing hungrier. Lips smashed together, tongues sliding, spit smeared across their mouths and dripping from the corners.

Four long minutes blurred before Jace finally broke away. A string of saliva stretched between their lips, snapping only when he leaned back lazily against the sofa.

Amelia blinked, dazed, chest rising and falling too fast.

Jace's head rested against the sofa, but his hand slid down to his waist. The rasp of a zipper cut through the quiet. He freed his cock, thick and hard, the sight making Amelia's breath choke in her throat.

His tone was playful, edged with command. "You know what you need to do, right?"

He tilted his cock toward her, crimson eyes glinting.

Amelia swallowed hard, throat tight. Her hands trembled as she lowered her head, lips parting.

Her tongue slipped out and gave the fat tip a slow, shaky lick. She dragged wetly down the underside, curling back up, circling. At the slit she paused, tasting the faint salt, breath coming hot against his tip.

Jace smirked. "Don't just lick… suck it."

Her cheeks flamed, but she obeyed. Lips stretched wide as she sank down on him. The weight filled her tongue, hot and heavy, forcing her jaw open. She gagged instantly, throat clenching, spit bubbling at her lips as she yanked back with a gasp.

He didn't let her recover. His hand clamped the back of her head and shoved her down again. His cock slid deep, hitting her throat. She gagged louder, choking.

"Deeper," he ordered.

Her eyes watery, glasses slipping down her nose. But he grinned, and held her there until her throat convulsed around him, then let her pull back only to force her down again.

Wet slurps filled the room. Spit gushed down his shaft, dripping over his balls. She coughed, gagged, then swallowed him again, throat stretched and raw.

Her muffled whimpers vibrated along his cock. Her body shook, but she kept trying, each push making her messier, wetter. Drool ran in long strings from her lips to his lap.

Jace leaned back further, crimson eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. A low sigh escaped him.

Then his other hand slid over her chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt, kneading roughly as she gagged on his cock.

She tried to pull back for air, but his grip forced her down, fucking her throat with steady rhythm. Every thrust made her choke, tears welling in her eyes.

Suddenly, Jace paused. And his voice came out cold. "AMELIA."

Her eyes widened, still gagging around him.

"Do I have to tell you to take your clothes off?" His tone cut sharp.

She froze, then jerked back with a wet pop. Thick saliva clung from her lips to his cock, her chin glossy and dripping. She wiped at her face quickly, flustered, panting.

"S-Sorry…"

Her trembling hands fumbled at her coat buttons.

Piece by piece she stripped. The dark lavender coat slid off her shoulders.

Her shirt followed, shaky fingers unbuttoning one at a time until her bra showed.

Her black skirt came next, tugged down over her thighs to the floor.

She slipped off her heels, peeled away her socks, each item tossed aside, piling on the floor.

Now she sat on the sofa in just her black bra and panties, glasses still perched on her face, chest heaving, cheeks burning.

Jace's smirk deepened as he eyed her. "I didn't expect you to wear something like this under your professional look."

Her hands hesitated on the clasp of her bra, cheeks flaming. "That's… I…"

She faltered, realizing how unsteady her breath was, her chest heaving, her face hot. Jace only smiled, savoring her reaction.

"Amelia," he pressed, voice calm, playful. "I'm waiting."

Her trembling fingers obeyed, unclasping her bra. It slipped down, falling over her skirt on the floor.

Her breasts spilled free, firm, round, more than a handful, their shape still perfect despite her age, no snagginess. Precisely D-cup.

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them slowly down her thighs until they joined the pile of clothes.

Finally, with a shaky motion, she removed her glasses and set them on the table.

When she turned back, her pale body flushed, she couldn't hide the raw lust flickering in her eyes.

Jace angled his cock toward her again, waiting.

She leaned forward, opening her mouth to take him once more, but his sly voice stopped her.

"Wait. Not like that."

Her tongue hovered a breath from his tip. She looked confused. "…What do you mean?"

Jace's grin sharpened, amusement sparking in his red eyes.

"Give me a titjob."

Her breath caught, eyes widening at the bluntness. But her thighs pressed together as heat rushed through her body, lust clouding everything else.