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The idea of my clothes on her naked body was driving me fucking insane.
My jeans were tight, and the ache between my legs was growing.
“That’s a two-thousand-dollar suit,” I pointed out, trying to sound unaffected.
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, groaning as she clutched the fabric resting between her legs. “Worth every penny,” she taunted. “God, it feels like you.”
The corner of my lips turned up. I loved the idea of showing her that I felt a hell of a lot better than some piece of cloth she was dry fucking.
“Move the jacket,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and peered over at me, a rose-tinged blush falling across her cheeks.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Her body shifted and squirmed under the jacket as she continued fingering herself. “It’ll distract you.”
“Move the fucking jacket, Easton.”
A smile flashed across her eyes, and she slid the jacket off her body, letting it fall to the floor.
Jesus.
I tipped my chin at her. “Drop your foot to the ground and open your legs wider.”
She did it, letting her right foot rest on the hardwood floor and spreading her thighs wide. My view was perfect.
She grazed her clit with her middle finger, rubbing over it and playing as she watched me.
“You better get typing,” she teased, tapping her clit three times. “Type, type, type…” she taunted.
I scowled, ducking my head and typing furiously and then punching the backspace button fifteen times because of all the mistakes I was making.
I tried not to look at her, but it was like she was the only thing in the room, completely dominating my senses. I kept typing, but I would blink and dart my gaze over to see her rubbing her hard little nub in circles faster and faster. The flesh was dark pink, and I couldn’t stop wishing my mouth was buried in it.
I finished the e-mail, clicked Send, and double-clicked on another one. Some VP in the South American office whining about delayed production on the new line of equipment.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Get it done.
I didn’t really say that. Only the last part, but…
Her little moans carried across the room and vibrated over my skin, and I groaned, feeling my dick grow steel-rod straight. She wasn’t loud or exaggerated, and that made it hotter, because it was real.
I clicked Send, and then I opened up another e-mail. “Don’t come,” I ordered, looking up to check on her.
Her left hand was gripping the back of the sofa next to her, and her head was up, so she could watch her fingers move softly in and out. Her mouth was open, and her face looked pained as she let out little cries.
Shit.
I typed faster.
“I wish you were here,” she breathed out, teasing me. “Your kisses drive me crazy, so I wonder what your tongue would feel like between my legs.”
I grunted, shifting in my seat, and clicked Send, opening up another e-mail.
“God, I can see your cock through your pants,” she mewed. “It’s making my mouth water, baby.”
I blinked long and hard.
Type, type, type… My fingers worked hard, making constant mistakes, but I kept my head down, scowling, every muscle in my face as hard as iron.
Open, type, send, open, type, send… I grunted, shifting in my seat, her little moans getting higher and higher and making my body ache like hell.
“Please tell me I can have it,” she begged. “Please.”
“Are you trying to make me come?” I growled. “You said I had to finish ‘before you were done,’ so masturbate and shut up. I can’t concentrate with that talk.”
I opened another e-mail – only two left – but then I heard her small, taunting voice, sounding innocent.
“Yes, Mr. Marek.”
Fuck.
I glared at her, barely hesitating before shooting out of my chair. I slammed the laptop closed and rounded the desk, holding her eyes as excitement flashed across her face.
“You asked for it,” I gritted out.
I pushed my pants down, letting them drop to the floor, and then I came down on her and nestled my hips between her thighs.
I groaned, my heart racing as I grabbed my cock and ran it up and down her pussy. “This is what you do to me.”
She bit her bottom lip, squirming as she moaned.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled her into position. “You get me all worked up, and this is what happens.”
I pressed my hand into the armrest behind her head and thrust hard, sliding into her hot little pussy.
“Ah, ah!” she gasped, her eyes pinching together in sweet pain.
“Goddamn it,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
The first fucking thrust is always the best.
I held myself up with one hand on the sofa behind her head, and I slid my other hand under her ass, keeping her where I wanted her as I pulled out and slid back in again, hard and deep, up to the hilt.
“Oh, Tyler.” She swallowed, moving both hands to my back and spreading her legs even wider.
I slid into her again and again, faster and faster every time, until I was pounding into her so hard that I couldn’t see straight.
Her pretty tits bounced back and forth as sweat started to glide down my back.
“Ah, oh God.” She moaned, breathing hard and arching her head back.
Her cries filled the room, and her skin was glued to the leather of the sofa, but her pussy was hot and smooth, and I darted down, catching her bottom lip between my teeth.
“You’re bad for me, and I love it,” I breathed out, grinding between her legs, not letting up for a second.
