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I roll my tongue around her clit again before dropping lower and circling her opening. Fucking sweet nectar enters my mouth, teasing my taste buds, and I know there are just some things you can’t fake during sex. I dip my tongue inside her, stroking upward and around while I hum against her pussy.
She groans as she arches her back, pushing her hips up into my face. I wrap my arms underneath her ass and hold her closer, my tongue working quickly inside of her while I nuzzle her clit with the tip of my nose again. Her vaginal walls tighten, and she shifts again, her hips starting to buck a little. I hold her in place as she cries out, and I taste her all over my tongue. It’s the best fucking meal I’ve had in ages—and I immediately wish there was another course.
Feeling her shudder and moan around my tongue has made me seriously fucking hard again, and I can no longer hold back. I need to get my cock inside her. I release her legs, which drop back to the desk, and move over her. Her eyes narrow slightly until she sees me reach into the drawer near her hip and pull out a condom. I hold it up for her to see and then rip it open.
“Watch,” I tell her, and I stroke myself once before rolling the condom down my length. Her eyes focus on my cock, and her teeth bite into her lower lip. I can see how much heavier she’s breathing, and I don’t think she could be faking whatever it is she is feeling. If she is—she’s damn good. I position myself between her legs and ease forward.
She’s dripping wet, and I know it isn’t just from my tongue. Still, I push into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her flesh wrapping slowly over my dick. Her mouth felt fucking incredible, but this—her warm, sensual flesh—is completely without description. It’s not like I have forgotten what it feels like to be with a real, honest-to-God partner—I haven’t. Maybe it is just better than I expected, if I had any actual expectations. She’s warm, slick, tight…and I realize that’s probably what surprises me…how tight she is. I would have thought…well…I would have thought she wouldn’t be so tight.
And as I think this, she contracts the muscles inside of her, gripping me tightly as I enter her completely, my balls resting nicely against her ass as I bury myself in her. I feel her hands on my shoulders as her arms wrap around me. I consider holding them over her head, but I like the feeling of her palms on my back. I close my eyes and pause—just for a moment. I pause and just feel her around me, forcing my mouth closed so I don’t actually scream out her name. I gather my wits about me and pull back, nearly all the way out, and then slide slowly back inside. Bliss. Fucking carnal fucking bliss. Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes to find her looking at me, her mouth turned up in a slight, nearly cocky smile. I pause again and raise my eyebrows a little.
“You ready to be fucked, Ms. Woods?”
She immediately goes all doe-eyed on me, and her face displays a perfectly contrite expression as her teeth sink slowly into her bottom lip again.
“Please, Mr. Reddick…please…I need you.” She moans, closes her eyes, and cranes her neck backwards as I pull out and swiftly embed myself in her flesh again. I withdraw, almost all the way out, and slam back home. I use one hand to brace myself on the desktop, my palm planted flat against the side of her head. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, licking and teasing it for a moment before biting the tip. I don’t do it hard—I don’t want to really hurt her. Just enough to add to the stimulation. Her clenching and moaning indicate her appreciation of the act.
“Oh please…Mr. Reddick…please…I need more…please.”
As her hands drop to my backside and her fingers dig in, I give her more, and I give it to her faster. I move to her other breast, licking and teasing it with my tongue. I hold myself deep inside of her, rotate my hips to rub my pubic bone against her clit, and then slide back out. I do it again and again. I don’t suppose I have truly forgotten what fucking a woman is like, but I sure don’t remember it feeling this fantastic. I guess all this time I believed my hand to be adequate.
I was completely fucking wrong.
“You feel so good,” I moan, cringing when I realize I said it out loud. Immediately after, I decide I don’t give a shit anymore, wrap my fingers in the hair at the base of her neck, and cover her mouth with mine.
Her mouth tastes fucking divine. I don’t know why I haven’t kissed her before now. Maybe it just seems too intimate, as if having my cock in her isn’t. She tastes like me as well, and it makes me feel like I own her. I do own her, if only for now. I run my tongue along hers, touching her and tasting her until I have to come up for a breath. When I do, I look down into her eyes, watching them darken and flicker and close slightly as I continue to pound into her. I kiss her again, flicking my tongue over her lips and then across her chin and up the line of her jaw. I find her ear and suck gently on the lobe.
“Fucking incredible,” I mumble into her ear, no longer caring what I say. I can feel the pressure building in my stomach as it presses against hers. The muscles in my legs contract as my thighs slam repeatedly into the edge of the desk. The pressure continues down my cock as it’s gripped and squeezed and fucking caressed by her pussy. I want to scream, but I know I can’t be too loud. Soundproof office or not—someone might hear me.
But she feels…so…fucking…good…
I can’t hold on any longer, but at least I manage to keep my sounds to muffled grunting into the soft, warm skin of her neck. Her hands are still gripping me tightly, holding me up against herself and possibly leaving some pretty serious scratch marks on my ass. It feels fantastic—both her nails and the feeling of actually coming inside a woman and not just making a mess on my Egyptian linen sheets.
My forehead drops down on her shoulder, and my arms are about to give out, but I manage to hold my position, poised above her. I want to collapse on her. I want to wrap my arms around her and hold her against my chest, kissing her softly and maybe offering to get her a drink so she can relax and be ready for round three. But I can’t do that because she’s a whore, and I have a board meeting in a half hour.
I push back with my hands and don’t meet her eyes as I slowly pull out of her, remove the condom, and toss it in the wastebasket under my desk. I will have to make sure to get rid of it before I leave tonight. I don’t need the cleaning crew finding that shit.
She doesn’t speak as she pulls her skirt off the floor and buttons up her blouse. I don’t look at her, but I can tell what she’s doing just from the sounds her rustling clothing makes. I feel incredibly awkward when I come to the conclusion that I don’t know what I should say to her now. Was there an expected protocol? Thanks? Was it good for you? See you next time?
Next time…
“Are you available at noon tomorrow, Ms. Woods?”
“I think I have an appointment already, Mr. Reddick,” she responds. The submissiveness is gone, replaced by sassy, sexy self-assuredness that is nearly as big a turn on. I would be hard again, except the thought of her having another “appointment” is somewhat disturbing to me. Actually, it really, really pisses me off, but I can’t show her that.
“Cancel it. I’ll double your fee.”
I finally meet her eyes. She’s bent over, pulling the second fuck-hot boot over her beautiful calf, and she’s staring back at me with those big, luscious brown irises. She seems to consider a moment and then nods slightly.
“I think I may be able to arrange that.”
“I think you should,” I say. None of my nervousness regarding this transaction shows in my voice. At least, I hope it doesn’t.
“I’ll make it happen, Mr. Reddick.”
“Wear those boots.” Next time, I’m going to want them over my shoulders.
“Of course.”
