First Snatch 1

She slid the skirt down her thighs, her movements slow, deliberate, almost like she was teasing him. Justin leaned back, his eyes dark and steady, taking her in. The corner of his mouth curved into that cocky smirk she both hated and craved.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice low, playful, almost daring.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down just enough to reveal what she had only imagined until now. Her breath hitched, her lips parting instinctively as her gaze dropped.

"Like what you see?" Justin asked, his voice dripping with amusement, but there was a challenge in his tone, too—like he knew exactly the effect he had on her.

Adams gulped, feeling heat crawl up her neck. "Big talk, huh? You better be as good as you think you are with such a huge dick," she shot back, but her voice betrayed her.

Justin laughed, soft and deep, leaning in until their lips were almost touching. His eyes flickered down, catching sight of the dark patch spreading against her lace panties. He let out a low whistle.

"Well, someone's eager," he teased, his fingers trailing lazily over her hip. She gasped as he shifted her closer, guiding her onto his lap.

Their mouths collided, messy and heated, as her hands tangled in his hair. She rocked against him, the friction sending a jolt through both of them. Justin groaned against her lips, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her harder against him.

"Damn," she whispered breathlessly, grinding herself against him with abandon.

Justin chuckled against her neck. "That's right," he said, his voice a mix of arrogance and desire. "You just let me handle the rest."

Justin's hands gripped her hips, firm but not rushed, as he guided her backward toward the couch. His eyes stayed locked on hers, and the heat in his gaze made her knees feel weak.

"Sit," he said, his voice deep and commanding, but still laced with that teasing edge that made her pulse race.

She eased herself down, the soft cushions sinking beneath her as he knelt between her legs, his palms sliding up her thighs in slow, deliberate strokes. His thumbs brushed over the lacy fabric covering her, and she could feel his breath against her skin, warm and maddeningly close.

"Justin…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, half anticipation, half impatience.

He looked up at her with a wicked grin. "Patience," he said, dragging his fingers along the edges of her wet panties, teasing but never quite touching where she needed him most. "I'm enjoying the view."

Her cheeks flushed, but her body arched forward instinctively, silently begging for more. He let out a low chuckle, hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling it down slowly, the tension building with every second.

When he finally leaned in, his lips brushing her skin, she let out a shaky gasp. His tongue moved with deliberate intent, slow at first, savoring her reactions. Every gasp, every shuddering moan, only spurred him on.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmured between movements, his voice muffled but still smug.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her head fell back against the couch. The combination of his teasing and precision had her body trembling, her moans spilling freely now.

"Justin—" she gasped his name like a prayer, her voice raw and breathless, and he smiled against her, proud of how quickly she unraveled beneath him.

Justin pulled her close, his voice a soft murmur against her ear. "Let's try something a little... fun."

Before she could ask, he guided her to lie down, his hands firm but gentle. As she settled back, he moved over her, their bodies aligning in a way that sent a thrill racing through her.

She hesitated for a second, the intimacy of it all making her breath hitch, but Justin's voice broke through. "Relax," he whispered, his lips grazing her skin. "I'll make it worth it."

What followed was a mix of teasing, raw passion, and mutual discovery. Their movements became synchronized, each touch and moan building off the other, a cycle of shared pleasure that left them both breathless.

Justin leaned back on the couch, his eyes locked on hers, a teasing smile playing on his lips. The office felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken heat.

Justin carried her from the couch, both of them already stripped bare, her body pressed against his like she belonged there. The office bedroom wasn't far, but the journey felt like an eternity with the way she kissed him—desperate, hungry, like she didn't care about anything else in the world.

By the time they hit the bed, it wasn't rushed anymore. He took his time, his touch roaming her skin, igniting her like a flame catching on dry wood.

The way her breath hitched when he kissed down her neck, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved lower—everything about her screamed surrender, and Justin loved every second of it.

The room was filled with her soft, breathy moans and the sound of their bodies meeting in rhythm. Justin wasn't rushed; every move was deliberate, every touch calculated, driving her closer to the edge.

It wasn't just the physical connection; it was the way she looked at him, her eyes half-lidded with trust and lust, whispering his name like a secret only he was meant to hear.

He took her completely, not just her body but her mind, leaving her no room to think, only to feel. By the time he was done, she wasn't just lying beneath him—she was spent after an hour, completely under his spell, her body trembling as she caught her breath.

*****

Justin leaned back on the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on Ms. Adams, her bare figure sprawled across the bed like a masterpiece painted just for him.

Her chest rose and fell softly, lips slightly parted, and that unmistakable glow clung to her skin. But Justin wasn't admiring her like some love-struck fool; his gaze was calculating, piercing, like he was evaluating a valuable asset he'd just acquired.

Sliding off the bed, Justin grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom, his movements sharp and deliberate, like he'd already checked out of the moment.

The sound of water running filled the quiet room as he scrubbed away the sweat of their encounter, letting the steam clear his head.

When he stepped out, fresh and composed, he didn't bother looking at her again. He dressed quickly in another perfectly pressed suit, adjusting his cuffs with precision before speaking, his tone cold and detached.

"Take a bath," he said without turning around. "Then meet me in the office."

His words left no room for argument, and the door clicked shut behind him before she could respond.

Sitting in his office chair, Justin exhaled slowly, the weight of his ambition settling in. The desk in front of him gleamed under the soft light as he swiped open the system interface on his tablet.