Read Novel Full Chapter 1220: A CEO’s Soaked Chair
Chapter 1220: A CEO’s Soaked Chair
Julie turned now, but didn’t see me. Her eyes scanned the empty space where the desk had been.
I heard her thoughts loud and clear in my head—telepathic, sharp, dripping with rage and humiliated lust: [Where did he go? Did he just leave? I am so angry... this Scarlett she ruined my chance... fucking bitch... I was about to be bred by Jack’s monster cock... and now I’m dripping like a whore while Scarlett plays innocent... aaaah...]
Julie walked over on shaky legs, sat down in her massive CEO chair with a soft thud, and immediately crossed her legs. She didn’t notice me beneath the desk at all. Her mind was still screaming in frustration.
Scarlett sat opposite her, professional and composed, flipping through the documents. "Boss, the next item is the wardrobe and makeup consultation. I’ve already scheduled a meeting with the costume designer for tomorrow morning."
"The lead actress’s measurements are ready, and the script revisions include an added love scene that will require tighter choreography. Do you want me to adjust the schedule or add extra security for the shoot?"
As Scarlett spoke—voice steady, meeting agenda tone, no hint of what had just happened—my hand moved beneath the desk.
I reached up slowly, fingertips grazing her left ankle first.
Julie’s entire body froze mid-sentence.
Her eyes flew wide open in pure, disbelieving shock.
She snapped her head down, staring straight at the hidden space under the desk where my face was now inches from her trembling thigh. Her lips parted in a silent "O" of surprise, then pressed tightly together as she bit her lower lip hard, trying to swallow the scream building in her throat.
"Uh... yes, Scarlett... add security... just to be safe... ahh—!" Her voice wavered instantly, cracking on the last syllable as my fingers slid slowly up her left ankle, pressing gently against the soft arch of her foot.
Scarlett paused for half a second, eyebrow lifting slightly, then continued without missing a beat, perfectly professional. "Understood, Boss. I’ll forward the updated itinerary. The production company is also asking about the actor’s availability next week—shall I confirm?"
My fingers kept moving, now cupping the ball of her foot, thumb pressing deep into the arch while I rubbed slow, filthy circles.
Julie’s thighs clenched visibly, a tiny whimper escaping before she could stop it. She bit her lip even harder, teeth sinking into the soft flesh, cheeks flushing deep crimson as she fought to keep her voice level. "Y-yes... Scarlett... confirm... mmmph... ahhh—!"
Scarlett nodded calmly, flipping a page. "The wardrobe team requested a fitting schedule for the new lead. I’ve blocked the entire afternoon. Anything else before we move to the director’s notes?"
My hands moved again—sliding up her calves with slow, deliberate strokes, thumbs tracing the hem of her pencil skirt inch by inch until they reached the top of her stockings.
Julie’s voice trembled violently now, rising an octave as she struggled to keep every word steady while her hips twitched helplessly. "N-no... the director’s notes... yes... Scarlett... ahhh—! Fuck—!"
She bit her lower lip so hard a faint red mark appeared, eyes squeezed shut as she forced herself to look professional. Scarlett leaned forward slightly, still perfectly composed.
"The director wants a full table read next Friday. I’ve already coordinated with the catering team. The script pages are attached. Is there anything from the actors’ side?"
Beneath the desk, my nose finally pressed directly against the soaked front of her panties, inhaling her scent deep and filthy—musky, salty, dripping.
Julie’s entire body jerked hard in the chair, a suppressed moan breaking free before she could catch it.
She clamped her lips shut around her teeth, biting down so fiercely that her cheeks hollowed, breath coming in short, desperate pants. "I... I... Scarlett... ahhh—! Yes... yes... the table read... mmmph—!"
Scarlett smiled faintly, eyes never leaving the documents. "Understood. I’ll handle the calendar and send the links. Anything urgent from your side, Boss?"
My tongue flicked out, tasting the damp fabric through the thin cotton, nose buried right against her dripping heat, breathing in her hairy pussy like a starving animal.
I dragged my tongue in slow, filthy, wet stripes from her clit all the way down to her dripping hole, lapping up every salty drop of her juices mixed with my own cum that had leaked out hours ago.
My nose pressed deeper into the soaked fabric, inhaling her musk like oxygen, while my lips brushed the outline of her swollen, hairy pussy lips through the cotton.
Julie’s voice cracked completely now, barely a broken whisper as fresh waves of shame and lust hit her. "Scarlett... ahhh—! Yes... urgent... Jack—! mmmph—! No... nothing... ahhh—!"
She was biting her lip so hard I could see the deep imprint of her teeth, hips rolling once involuntarily against the hidden mouth beneath her, trying desperately not to let Scarlett hear or see what she was doing. Her free hand flew up and gripped the edge of the desk so tightly the knuckles went white, thighs quivering like jelly.
Scarlett closed the folder with a soft click, voice still measured and businesslike. "Perfect. Then we’re set. I’ll follow up on the wardrobe fitting tomorrow, and the table read logistics."
I pulled my nose away just long enough to press a slow, wet kiss directly onto her swollen clit through the soaked panties, then buried it right back in, tongue lapping greedily, sniffing shamelessly while Julie’s eyes squeezed shut in pure torment.
I sucked her clit through the fabric, flicking my tongue rapidly against it, then dragged it along her hairy outer lips in long, filthy strokes, tasting the tangy mix of her pussy and my cum.
My thumb hooked under the waistband of her panties and pulled them aside just enough to expose her dripping, hairy slit, then I ran my tongue straight through it, tasting every inch.
Scarlett stood gracefully, still perfectly professional. "Then I’ll send the documents over the secure portal. Anything else before I leave, Boss?"
Julie’s hand trembled violently as she gripped the edge of the desk, hips twitching hard against the hidden mouth beneath her, thighs quivering uncontrollably. "N-no... Scarlett... yes... the wardrobe... ahhh—! I’m... I’m good... mmmph—!"
Scarlett nodded once, sharp and efficient. "Excellent. I’ll update you on the fitting schedule. Have a good evening, Boss."
I didn’t stop. I kept my face buried against her soaked, hairy pussy, now pulling her panties completely aside so I could bury my tongue inside her dripping hole, fucking her with it in long, wet, filthy strokes while my nose pressed against her clit and I sucked and licked her swollen lips like a starving man.
My hands gripped her thighs hard, spreading her legs wider under the desk, forcing her to sit with her feet on the floor so the meeting looked completely normal.
Julie’s entire body shook violently. She bit her lip so hard blood almost drew, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks burning crimson as she fought to stay silent. She looked at Scarlett, who was leaving, and said, "Hmm... " to her, suppressing her moans.
Fresh gushes of her own cream leaked down her thighs, dripping onto the carpet beneath the desk. Her hips jerked and rolled against my face, trying to grind on my tongue, while her voice came out in tiny, broken gasps between every word.
Scarlett turned back slightly, voice still perfectly composed. "One last thing, Boss. The actor’s agent wants to confirm the filming dates—shall I tell him the lead will be available starting next month?"
Julie’s thighs clamped around my head, but I just shoved my tongue deeper, fucking her wet pussy faster, sucking her clit hard enough to make her hips buck.
She bit her lip again, harder this time, a muffled whimper escaping anyway before she caught it. "Y-yes... Scarlett... confirm... mmmph—! Jack—! aaaah—! The dates... yes... ahhh—!"