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Damn it. Fuck. Shit.
She should run, she should. She lifted her hands to his chest, in an effort to clumsily push him away, grab her purse from the chair and get the hell out of his office, his place, before she lost the last flimsy shred of common sense.
God.
But his chest… wow. Her fingertips trembled, and she caught herself touching his pecs, splaying her hand on his hard body, like she had no say in the matter. Her lips parted, a dark layer of understanding hooded his eyes. He dipped his head, and she tugged at his tie, pulling him closer.
He kissed her, or she kissed him, she wasn’t sure. The instant their lips touched, an electric shot surged down her body, short-circuiting everything in its path. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and slammed her against the door. Her clit throbbed at the sinful contact, as he shamelessly laved his tongue on hers, with intense strokes, and powerful intent. Her head felt light, yet her core felt heavy, desire pounded her veins, expanded them until it ached.
She ached for him.
Growling, he sank his fingers into her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging, sending shivers of awareness to her spine. Her scalp tingled at his brazen touch, and she nipped his lip in response, wanting so much to drive him as crazy as he did her.
She touched his shoulders, then lowered her hands down his chest again, her fingers perusing his waist. She felt his shudder, and her hand dipped lower still, and she felt something completely different.
A moan escaped her lips and echoed in the room. Usually, she wasn’t this forward, not so soon, not with someone who was so inappropriate for her. But his hard-on left her in a trance, and she could hardly believe she was touching his cock—so deliciously hard, big and girthy.
A fresh wave of female cream coated her inner walls. He nudged her legs apart with his own, and this time he sucked on her lower lip, then nipped it, his teeth sending swirls of awareness beneath her skin, the little hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Nerves sizzling.
He glided his hand down her body, until he found her skirt. Groaning, he snuck his hand to the hem, and pushed it up until it bunched at her waist. God. She ground on his leg, loving the feel of his thick cock rubbing on her, even if still clothed. But not for long. Right?
Were they going to… she could barely think.
He pulled her underwear to the side, and snuck his fingers into her sex. She moaned, then he kissed her hard again, and she wondered if he wanted to kiss her or just keep her from being loud. But thinking became a luxury she couldn’t afford.
He plummeted his digits inside her, and a shock charged through her. She rocked her hips to him, deepening the contact, and he took the hint impressively. He found her sensitive spot and began to work it, his thumb flicking her clit like it owed him something. Like she owed him something.
Soon, her vision blurred and pleasure blasted through her, a messy earthquake shaking her from top to bottom. He didn’t let up, and as she still squirmed, waves still riding her, he opened his zipper and took out his cock.
“Ethan…” she barely recognized her own throaty voice. “God, yes.”
He pulled her up against the door, and she wrapped her legs around him, her clothes tighter on her sweat slicked body. When he positioned the head of his thick cock at her entrance, she quivered, lust renewing inside her like some self-sufficient organism. Like she needed him, and only him. Now.
She helped him, rubbing his cock on her folds, and they both hissed in anticipation.
Heat pulsed through her inner walls, wetness soaking down her thighs. She felt pre-cum leaking from him, the evidence he, too, needed to fuck as much as her. He grabbed her hand, and held it over her head, his fingers pressing her wrist. Her pulse skyrocketed, and with her free hand, she caressed his shoulders, wishing there were no clothes between them.
He plummeted inside her, and her whole body stiffened. Her pussy clenched around his massive cock, a mix of ache and excitement pumping in her veins. Adjusting to his size hurt her, yes, but her flesh clung to him, vibrating around him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he choked out, probably sensing her temporary discomfort.
“No,” she blurted out. “God, no.”
“Good. I don’t want to stop,” he said, and caressed her palm with his thumb, the tender touch relaxing her body.
She felt him filling her, and when she swayed her butt slightly, to find the right angle, his cock moved. Air whooshed from her lungs, and he growled. A sexy, hearty sound that sliced through their panted breaths. Damn it.
He let go of her wrist, and descended his hand to her sex, and once again, worked her clit. She whimpered in response, her whole body claiming for more. “So. Good.”
This. Man.
If he stopped right now, she’d die.
He flicked her clit relentlessly, and she squirmed and let out little sounds that sounded like fucking sobs. Taking advantage of her haze, he moved inside her, and this time, the ache eased. She was too wet and too turned on to worry about the small throbbing zings of her sex. He slipped out of her mid-way, then returned, all the way to the hilt, without letting up on the clit tease.
The stimulation sent her into a hormonal over drive, when a visceral push worked its way inside her, growing and expanding, until she could no longer take it. When he slid his dick out and thrust deep in her again, she came undone.
This time, it was even more surprising than the previous orgasm. Fireworks shot from the corners of her eyes, oxygen leaving her brain, her heart thrumming in her ears. Pleasure drilled her like a machine, like her body was made for this, like she’d come here for this. For him.
