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She grasped my shaft tighter, moving in harmony with her mouth in and out, twisting with her hands on each stroke.
I was losing control, I couldn’t even spell baseball now. My muscles tensed, ready to shoot my load down her throat. Air only entered my lungs in short gasps. It was too much. I fisted her hair.
My wicked girl hummed again, almost sending me over the edge.
“Enough,” I croaked out as I pulled her off me and up to stand.
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Alexa
He yanked me up forcefully.Now, with a hand in my hair, our mouths were an inch apart. “I get the message. You want to say thank you. But, what I’m going to do is fuck you so hard on this desk that you want to thank me and come back tomorrow for more.” Then his mouth was on mine.
I closed my eyes and gave in. I’d gotten across that I was truly thankful—mission accomplished. And, the sight, the feel, and the taste of his cock had built a need in my core.
Our tongues tangled, one velvety smooth muscle competing with another for control. I closed my eyes and gave in to all the sensations as his hand found my breast and he spun us around so I was backed against the desk.
Pulling free of the kiss, I went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
“My God you’re gorgeous.” He lowered his mouth to one breast and then the other, sucking and nipping with his teeth.
“Back at ya, big guy.” Losing patience with the shirt buttons, I ripped the last one loose and it flew off. I pulled his shirt off.
“Shhh,” he said in a low voice, reminding me that his admin was outside. He pulled my thong down hard, and I lifted one leg out.
I reciprocated by shoving his pants down, and they pooled at his ankles.
After a quick search of his wallet, he threw a condom on the desktop. With one quick move, he lifted onto the edge of the desk
He didn’t waste any time, kneeling in front of me and spreading my legs. With one hand kneading my breast, his tongue delved the length of my folds, reaching my clit, and circling the engorged bud. His stubble scratched my inner thighs as he moved.
I gasped. “Fuck, Evan.” I wasn't prepared for the sensations as he started his oral sorcery on my defenseless clit. I threaded my fingers in his hair to pull him in for more pressure, more everything.
He pulled away slightly. “I love hearing my name from your lips, baby.”
I urged him back but was surprised as a finger entered me followed by a second and found that special sensitive spot. I couldn’t hold back the moans after a particularly masterful crook of those wicked fingers. “Oh fuck, Evan.”
“That’s right, baby. I’m going to fuck you over my desk and you’re never going to forget it.”
Gripping his hair, I rocked my hips into him and spread wider. As the sensations ramped up, my panting became short and shallow. With little notice, my toes curled and the spasms overtook me.
He brought his thumb to my clit and pressed in synch with the waves that crashed over me. The orgasm grew to a brilliant fire that enveloped me, forcing out loud moans I couldn’t contain. Moans that were way too loud, but I didn’t care.
As the waves mellowed, I released my death grip on his hair, and my legs melted into relaxation. I’d come here intending to give him this experience and he’d turned the tables on me.
He moved up showering kisses on my breasts. When he backed away, his rock-hard erection bobbed in front of me.
I grabbed for it, giving him a little tug as he tore open the condom packet.
I waited expectantly as he sheathed himself.
A pile of papers fell to the floor as he swept a section of the desk clear. “Turn around.”
I did, and with my hips against the edge, I spread my legs and grabbed the far edge of the desk. The cold wood against my nipples was a shock after the warmth of his mouth.
He positioned himself behind me. “My God, you’re wet,” he said as he slowly pushed in. He thrust into me again and again. “Baby, you're so fucking tight, so fucking good.”
I was drowning in a sea of desire. I wanted him to feel good, great, even better than great. I matched his rhythm, rocking back against him as he speared me deeply. His balls slapped forward against me with each powerful thrust. I threw my hair to the side and looked over my shoulder. The cords of his neck stood out. He was lost in the throes of passion, grunting, straining.
