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His legs were spread out, making it difficult for me to stand before them. However, I couldn’t quite close the distance to settle in between them, so when I stopped, a smirk curved the corner of his lips.
“Closer,” he said, and my gaze couldn't help but lower to the bulge in his pants. I knew what his dick was like, just how big and thick it was, how it tasted in my mouth and sliding down my throat. It was suddenly all that I wanted. I closed the distance between us and couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to his crotch. I lifted my hand, letting it rest on the bulge in his pants, and our proximity was destabilizing.
He was enjoying every bit of this, and I was too, but my nervousness couldn’t let me be sure. When he, however, placed his hand over mine and squeezed, encouraging me to do exactly what I wanted, I felt some of the constraints holding me back fall away.
I kneaded him, loving the feeling, loving the disrespect of it all, and loving just how intense with lust his eyes became. They were darker than ever, slightly hooded, and sparkly. Unable to hold back, the moment they lowered to my lips, I leaned forward and kissed him.
This was absolutely not how I had expected this morning to go; however, I had no complaints whatsoever. Kissing him took my breath away. Once again, it was as though I was transported back to last night in his apartment. That place had felt like a freaking fairy tale, and I knew that no matter what, I would never forget it. My emotions had been high and all over the place, the tension setting our lust ablaze, and currently, in this office, the danger was driving me insane.
Someone always needed his attention, and soon they were going to come knocking. Realizing this and needing to speed things up so that we didn't have to stop halfway through, and I didn't have to suffer being horny without any release, I deepened the kiss and then began to unbutton my blazer.
It slid off with utmost ease, and by the time I was done, he was already pulling it off my shoulders. It dropped to the floor, and beneath was nothing more than my bra. His eyes lowered down, and then he shook his head.
“You know you have the most gorgeous breasts in existence, right?” he asked, and I couldn’t help but blush in response. He grabbed them so disrespectfully that I leaked from between my thighs, and then he began to knead. He leaned forward to suck on one nipple as he kneaded the other, and my head fell back in a moan. The heat of his mouth, the intensity, his intoxicating scent – I was going to fucking lose my mind.
I held onto him because if I didn’t, I was going to melt into a puddle on the floor. Soon his hand banded around me, and I felt owned. The way he crushed my body to his as he began to rain wet kisses up my chest, and then he was back on my lips. The kiss went even deeper, his tongue sliding so deliciously into mine and sucking, and by the time we pulled apart, I gasped.
It was such a filthy kiss, but I loved every bit of it, and then he rose to his feet. My heart skipped several beats as I wondered what he would do, so I couldn’t help but tremble in anticipation. Leaning forward, he stared into my eyes, and I didn’t even relax when he was doing it until I felt the bands of my bra loosen, and then my breasts were spilling out. Once again, he lowered to knead and suck on them, and by the time he pulled away, red flushes were all over my fair skin. He lowered then all the way to my stomach, and then he started to make quick work of my pants.
My mind went back to how he had eaten me out last night and how it had felt, and an involuntary moan escaped from my throat. I was restless all over, my nervousness completely gone and replaced with lust.
I couldn’t wait, so my hand went to his belt as well. I would have loved more than anything to take off his dress shirt, but he was my boss, not my friend, and I couldn’t dare. Perhaps he wouldn’t like it after all, it was more of a hassle for him to get dressed than it would be for me. Instead, I focused again on gaining access to what I needed the most, but I was interrupted by him pulling my pants down.
In seconds, I was standing in nothing more than a lacy black thong, and just like he had last night, he palmed me hard. Stroking the pad of his thumb on my sensitive clit, I shuddered all over and couldn't help but grab onto his muscled biceps.
He was so virile, so handsome, everything about him exuded an electricity and sexiness that couldn't even be expressed in words. Watching me turn liquid in his arms, his expert fingers fondled me and then went even lower to push my thong aside. In the next second, his fingers were sinking into me, and I grabbed onto him, needing some sort of anchor to my sanity. I was heaving, so aroused that my blood was roaring in my ears and goosebumps trickled over my skin.
He knew just what to do to bring me to my knees, and as he found a rhythm, driving his fingers in and out of me, my eyes began to roll back into my head. He was freaking the best at it, and as I thought of how his tongue had joined in the sweet assault last night, I held him even tighter, completely unsure of my balance.
I nearly came; however, just before I did, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed my clit. I was floored by the way his lean limbs dug in between the soaking wet folds and the hard pressure and subsequent relief that it brought to my clit. He knew how to play me like an instrument, in a way that I could never ever imagine was possible. I had heard of it, dreamed even of this type of heated overwhelming encounter and connection, but it was immensely difficult to believe it existed. Not anymore.
He was going to make me lose my mind, and truly, I couldn't be more excited. I writhed under his touch, unable to remain still. He watched me, the sweetest, most satisfied smile on his face.
I wished he would go down on me just like he had, but that would probably prolong this, and it would make things extremely uncomfortable if we had to stop.
“Turn around,” he said, and I didn't even take a moment to wonder about what he was asking. Like a doll.
His hand splayed across my back, and the heat of his touch made something glitch in my brain. I could feel the hardness of his erection against my ass, and when he pulled it out, I leaned against the table and moaned aloud in anticipation.
“You have to keep it down,” he said, and I could hear the amusement in his tone. I didn’t know how possible this was, given how I had felt and lost myself yesterday, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to control myself here today. All I could do was focus on the fact that we were in his office and that my moans leaving the bubble of the moment we were currently in would be a serious detriment, especially to me.
He smacked my ass, and for a second, I was so shocked that my eyes flew open. The sting, however, was delicious, just like it had been last night. I loved it; however, I didn’t know how to ask for it again without moaning and leaning even further against him. He smacked it again, and I felt cum drip from between my thighs. Then, to my shock and surprise, he leaned down and covered my sex with his mouth.
I cried out then, and only midway through did I remember to slam my hand over my mouth.
Fuck, I was going to get us caught, I thought to myself.
However, this didn't deter him from licking his tongue into me and sucking my clit. My legs began to shake, and my entire body turned to rubber. I writhed and twisted in helplessness until he pulled away, and I collapsed on the table.
Focus, I gripped the edge, gasping and moaning endlessly.
“I love how you taste,” he said, and I wanted to say something in response, but I couldn't. I was tongue-tied and so weak that I didn't know what to do with myself. It was all too sweet, and yet there was even more to come.
I wanted to scream. I felt it then, his gorgeous warm, thick cock, as he lodged it between my ass. It brushed against my sex, and then he pulled it further down till it was coated with my arousal. Sticky and broad, he took it down to my sex and stroked my clit with it. Then, holding the length with the flat of his palm against my sex, he rocked his hips back and forth, and my legs nearly gave out.
“Focus,” he swore as the rigid length stroked my clit over and over again. All this edging was going to leave my brain malfunctioning, and all I could do was reach behind me to grab his shirt, not thinking any further about the aftermath of his appearance. My hold was pulsing with empathy, and it was driving me crazy.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, tears nearly stinging my eyes. “Please. I can't... I can't take it anymore.”
