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Pierce gripped my thighs in a satisfyingly painful way, swiped his tongue up and down my slit, and began dipping it in and out of me, slowly. Holy shit. I couldn’t hold back the moans that started pouring from my mouth.
I thread my fingers into his hair and ground myself against his face. Pierce didn’t stop me, and based on the sound he made, he liked it just as much as I did. He was ravishing my pussy with his mouth. My eyes shut when he began to swirl his tongue around my clit. I lost all control of myself.
“Pierce,” I moaned, and lifted my hips. Somewhere in the recess of my mind, I wondered if my grip was hurting him. An orgasm was just on the horizon, and I knew it was going to be unlike any I’d ever tried to give myself.
There was a tightness building in my stomach, and it was building at a rapid rate. A creeping sensation started at the top of my thighs and spread throughout my entire body
“Come.” He paused, demanding my release. With one last swirl of his tongue around my clit, I came, every muscle going taut. His name left my mouth on a scream.
Pleasure burst through my whole body; I felt it burning deep in my core. Pierce didn’t stop. He kept working his tongue in and out of me until my thighs were trembling and my arms were weak.
This was a fantasy brought to life. This powerful man was on his knees with his face buried between my legs.
I was still trying to catch my breath and come back to reality when he stood and began undoing his pants. His face glistened with my arousal; he pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on him.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he confessed. I didn’t get a chance to reply – partially because he had just admitted he’d thought about going down on me before, but mostly because he had his giant dick out and was easing it into me.
I expected pain, based on how Abigail described her first time, and how fucking long and thick Pierce’s cock was, but all I felt was pressure. An intense, strong pressure. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. I wiggled my ass around on his desk, as if that would make it abate.
“Stop moving and kiss me,” Pierce ground out. I obliged him and moved my hands to his shirt. Just as I undid the last button, he buried himself fully. A sharp cry tore from my throat, and I dug my nails into his biceps. He moved his mouth to my neck, trailing kisses up to my jawline, pausing for just a second.
When he began to move, his earlier words came back to me. Nothing about it was slow or gentle. His thrusts were hard and fast, the biting grip he had on my hips was sure to leave a set of distinguishable bruises, and my ass would be rubbed raw from the tempered glass surface of his desk.
My moans weren’t exclusive to his office; they echoed around the entire thirteenth floor. I had never been more thankful to be alone. He knotted his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes as he fucked me.
How entirely screwed up was I for doing this? I didn’t know anything about this man. He was dangerous, he was my father’s business partner –who probably wanted to see him dead –and he was fucking me like an animal on the edge of his desk.
It was just as screwed up that it was those thoughts that sent me rushing towards another climax. Incoherent babble was coming out of my mouth, and I wasn’t embarrassed to admit I begged him not to stop. I might have killed him if he did. He felt entirely too good pressed against me.
His muscles flexed every time our bodies met, and the sounds he was making in his throat were driving me insane. Whenever I thought about sex, I thought I’d get a few minutes of hard dick and then it would be over. I never thought I’d get this carnal passion, that a man would set every one of my nerve endings on fire with one touch.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he grunted, sounding like he was talking to himself rather than me. I clung to his solid form, trying to stop myself from sliding off his desk.
My heart was racing in my chest. Our heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies coming together filled my ears. The smell of him mixed with the smell of us filled my lungs. The second orgasm was twice as powerful as the first one. I thought I was ready for it, I wasn’t. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I saw spots as my breath expelled on a soundless scream.
