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Moving will put me on my ass.
Red.
I feel her hands rest over mine on her thighs and open my eyes. Her face is unbelievably impassive. Her pussy gloriously tight. “What is it, gorgeous?”
“I really want to be here.” She strains the words, breathing heavily.
I tilt my head in question, stumped, and Pearl squeezes my hands before returning them to the edge above the desk, closing her eyes, breathing in, arching her back. “You want me to move?” I ask, remaining stock-still. It’s an effort, my cock screaming for friction. She nods into her darkness and brings the heels of her feet onto the desk.
So exposed.
Wide open for me.
I’m in no fit state to play the game of power. Make her wait or beg. I roll my hips, she whimpers, and I lower my torso to hers, starting to thrust lazily, work us up slowly, savoring the feel of her walls squeezing my dick beautifully, every inch of her touching every inch of me. Her eyes remain closed. I’ve never looked at a woman too closely when I’ve fucked her. This is unprecedented. And in this moment, when I’m high on pleasure and wonder, I’m incapable of questioning my actions.
I instinctively reach for Pearl’s face and stroke her cheek, silently telling her to open her eyes, my moves unhindered, my pace consistent and smooth.
Her lids flicker, her thick, dark lashes fluttering. Her eyes open. See me.
She releases the desk and reaches for my face, holding it, moving with me, accepting every inch of me, pulling me back into her each time I retreat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my life. Her face while I’m inside her. Gorgeous. Perfect.
Her hands go back to the desk. Come back to my face. She bites her lip. Writhes beneath me.
It’s coming. For both of us.
I wedge my fists into the wood and lift my chest from hers, getting better leverage, working us calmly. Her eyes become glossy, shine madly, her body squirms, and it’s incredible to watch her expression change as her release creeps up. Her pussy squeezes me tighter. My cock pounds. My heart bucks.
“Brad,” she gasps.
“I’ve got you.” I grind hard and slow, and she jerks, blinks, and I come hard but calmly, my shakes instant as I explode. Pearl yells, bracing her hands on my forearms, tensing everywhere, waves of shudders rippling through her body with the pleasure.
Her eyes are wild, and I gasp, dropping to my forearms, my head on her chest. I pant, exhausted.
And the pleasure stays.
So much pleasure, so much peace, I can’t even muster the energy to regret what I’ve done.
Yet.
But once I’ve come down from my high?
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PEARL
* * *
It was stupid, maybe. Inevitable, yes. I feel so incredibly full as he pulses inside me, his face hiding in my chest. The tingles are still intense. The euphoria incredible. His skin on mine.
Wanted.
Appreciated.
Safe.
But what now?
I know this is going nowhere—I know who Brad is, what he does. I know I’m just a number to him, a pussy. And I’m completely fine with that. He’s solved a problem for me and, really, the tension was unbearable. Will it be gone now that he’s scratched his itch?
