So I add a second finger and her back bows. I know it’s good but not nearly enough to bring her to completion, so I find her clit.
It’s pink and swollen and sticking out, begging to be kissed. I suck it into my mouth and roll my tongue around it. It takes a few seconds to find the spot that’d make her scream but once I do, she doesn’t disappoint.
She bucks up to meet my ministrations, her hips rolling around, covering my lower face in her juices. Nothing ever tasted this good.
I palm my cock through my slacks, groaning, turned on to my limit as I give her pleasure. I’m nearly busting when she spasmsaround my fingers. My need is on the backburner now as I stretch her pleasure.
She whines, her body stiff. Shivers wrack through her and I hold steady, giving long licks to her pleasure spot.
She falls back against the desk with a sigh and I lick up the last of her satisfaction.
I stand over her, pleased at her languid smile as tremors still rock her.
“We’re not done yet.”
Her smile grows wider and she lifts her hips, offering her sweet pussy to me.
Fuck. I can’t get my zipper off fast enough.
Before my slacks can hit the floor, I’m inside her.
She accepts me with a soft moan, her eyes fanning shut. I bend over, going deeper. I want to go slow, make this moment last, but it’s impossible. She’s too warm and wet and unreal.
I’m unable to hold back.
Bracing my hands on the desk, I fuck her. Hard.
She receives it with eager whimpers and I can’t stop. Not until I bathe her walls with my cum and she’s mine.
I shut down the voice in my head telling me I’m wrong. She’ll never be mine.
I close the space between us and rock my hips in just the right way to stimulate her clit. Before long, she’s wracked with a fresh wave of shivers and she’s milking my cock.
I empty inside her, my eyes blind with satisfaction. We rock against each other until we’re powerless to keep moving.
I sag against her, spreading soft kisses across her face.
We have to clean up and return to our duties, but for now, I’m content to just hold her.
Chapter Eleven
Maddie
I have my feet up on the coffee table and my hair in a loose bun. Cozy pajamas hug my skin and a cool breeze filters across my neck from the open window. I’m catching up with work I didn’t do earlier today because… well… I got carried away with my boss.
Warmth curls in my belly even as the memory of what we did aches between my thighs.
It’s the last time, right? No use dwelling on it. Except, that’s all I can think about. All I’ve been able to since the moment his fingers dug into my skin and he sunk himself deep inside me.
I lean back on the backrest, eyes closed, body tingling.
Maybe I can take a short break and fix the growing ache between my legs.
My phone rings.
Ugh, no. I like my daydreams about Chance better, so I ignore it.
It cuts and starts up again. Whoever it is mustreallywant to talk. Sighing, I reach across the table and pick it up.
