“Mmm, I am,” she hums.
She’s into this.
Her typing slows to a crawl as I slip my hands inside the silk fabric of her blouse, sliding them over the smooth, burning skin of her ribs until I’m cupping her breasts. She lets out a soft moan, squirming against my lap, which only drives my hard length firmer against her ass.
I reach inside her bra, pulling the cups down, and pinch her aching nipples between my fingers.
“Go on. You have work to do,” I say, my tongue taking a swipe at her skin as she leans her head to one side.
I roll her nipples again, and she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder. She completely abandons the laptop, and her legs part instinctively.
I slide my hands down, hiking her skirt up past her hips. My fingers trail up the smooth, bare skin of her inner thighs, finding the damp lace of her panties. I slip two fingers inside her, finding her completely soaked, and she whimpers, arching into my touch.
“Fuck me, if you keep writhing like that in my lap, I’m going to be in trouble,” I groan in her ear.
“Then maybe you should do just that,” she utters. Her head turns just enough that our lips nearly touch.
“Do what?”
I know what.
“Fuck me.”
And that’s all I need.
I hook my thumbs into the lace and coax her panties down her legs until they’re discarded on the floor.
I unzip my jeans as Campbell lifts up, pulling out my cock, thick and ready. I feel along the side of my pants, in search of my wallet, and I flip it out on her desk.
“Do you really keep a condom in there like a teenager?” she teases, her ass flirting with the tip of my cock as she shifts in my lap. Our eyes meet.
“Are you not glad I have a condom in my wallet?”
She swallows hard and licks her lips.
“Good point,” she says, fishing out the foil packet and standing to slip the sheath down my length. The moment it’s on, I grip her hips, aligning us so she can sit back on my lap and take every inch of my cock in her soaking wet pussy.She slides down my shaft slowly at first, one agonizingly perfect motion that stretches her wide.
“My God, that’s good,” I say against the curve of her neck.
She lifts up again, then sinks back down on me, and I swear I’m deeper than I was before.
“Oh God, Jake!” she yelps, lifting herself up again.
She leans forward, resting her arms on her desktop and bouncing on my cock, our skin slapping, her whimpers a constant hum. I thrust up into her, meeting her every move, and the friction is so good that I don’t know how much longer I can fuck like this without ruining the only condom I’ve got.
“Face me,” I command. She lifts up from my cock and hikes her skirt completely before straddling my lap and taking my length back inside.
She buries her face in my neck to muffle her screams as I lift and drop her, rocking my hips up to meet her, my hands gripping her bare ass. We fuck hard, my teeth tearing a hole in her blouse to get access to her bare tits. My mouth covers her hard nipple, and I swirl my tongue around the pebbled peak as she begins to fall apart in my lap.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” I lift her up and set her ass on the edge of her desk, shoving her laptop out of the way to give us room. I pump into her a few more times, hard and deep, my body leaning over hers as she falls back on her elbows. In seconds, I send her into bliss, her gasps so loud I’m sure the cleaning staff is rolling in laughter somewhere downstairs, or perhaps, simply, enjoying the audio show. I follow only seconds behind her, my groans just as audacious.
I lift her back to my lap, her damp, sweat-covered bodystuck to mine as our muscles buzz from the harsh comedown.
“That was a nice surprise,” she says, tipping her chin up enough for our eyes to meet.
“I won’t tell the boss if you still want to claim the overtime,” I tease.
She chuckles, then play-slaps at my chest before slipping from my lap to compose herself and hunt down her panties.
