Page 36 of Brazen Obsession

Once we’re inside. I lock the door. Sara backs away from me slowly.

“Why’d you lock the door, Cap?” She arches an eyebrow and gives me a playful smile.

I fucking hate that nickname. But it also means that she’s looking to play.

“I need to get some work done, trouble.” I stalk her while undoing my belt and lowering my zipper. “You created a problem that I need you to fix.”

She wets her lips as she looks down at the bulge of my cock in my boxers. “I missed work and have a lot that needs to get done.”

“You do.” I close in on her and grab her neck, backing her up until she’s against my desk. “Lift your skirt.”

She smirks, but glances at the door. Slowly she lifts her skirt, revealing her thong. I step back to admire her.

“Up on the desk, hold your skirt up and spread your legs.” I touch my lips as she does as I ask.

“Like this?” She drags her panties to the side and slides her fingers over her glistening pussy. She lets out a little moan.

I shake my head and free my cock from my pants. Such a naughty fucking girl. Closing the distance between us, I stare down at her fingers slipping over her clit. “You going to make yourself come, trouble?”

Her green eyes have darkened when she meets mine. “Maybe.”

I grab her wrists and lift her fingers to my mouth. “That’s my pussy.”

I suck the taste of her off her fingers before holding her hands behind her back.

“You didn’t have permission to touch it.” My cock brushes against the heat of her. Fuck, I need to fuck her.

She sucks in a breath and her words whisper across my face. “It’s not your pussy, Cap.”

I thrust into her in one stroke. “Feels like my pussy.”

She bites down on my shoulder to keep from crying out as her pussy convulses around me. I stay buried deep inside her as her breathing slows a little. When I pull all the way out, she whimpers.

I drag her off my desk using her wrists. Turning her around, I clasp her wrists in one hand behind her back and lift her skirt with the other. When I grab her panties and slide them over her hips, Sara tugs at her wrists.

I slap the insides of her thighs until she spreads them open. Her breathing is chaotic.

“Bend over, trouble,” I say in a low voice.

She does as I ask, baring herself to me.

I thrust in hard. Her pussy quivers around me. “No sound, trouble, or I’ll come in your cunt and leave you dripping down your legs all day.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hold her hip and use her hands to rock her on my cock, making her take me deep and hard. Little grunts and whimpers are all she releases, which for Sara is actually impressive.

“Come, trouble. I know you want to come all over my cock so you can clean it up for me.”

She tries to suppress her moan as her release takes her under. I hold still, trying not to let her perfect cunt drag me after her. When all that’s left are tiny aftershocks, I pull out of her and turn her around.

“On your knees.”

She drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, deep into her throat, pushing past her gag reflex. Her green eyes lift to mine, lust and longing shine in them. Her hair is in a bun. But I’m reluctant to fuck it up this early in the day.

I grab the back of her neck and fuck into her mouth as she sucks and licks until I can’t take any more. My cum hits the back of her throat as she swallows around me. I bite back my groan as pleasure quakes up my spine.

After I slide my cock out of her mouth, I drop to my knees with her. Capturing her lips, I taste both of us as my fingers find her wet pussy. I thrust three fingers in deep and stroke her clit with my thumb until she’s trembling in my arms and crying out her release into my mouth.