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But, lucky for you, I’m a patient man.
Pulling back slightly, I reach in between your legs with one hand, taking my fingers under your skirt and up your inner thigh. I can’t help but grit my teeth the moment my fingertips touch your drenched thong. I flick my index finger at it, tracing the contour of the fabric with maddening patience. Then, without warning, I press my flat hand between your thighs; I hear you moan through gritted teeth, and the sound of it makes me close my eyes as flames of pleasure go from my hard cock to my brain.
With your hands on my lower back, you lace your legs right above the hem of my pants, trapping me in place. Your fingers slide down my back and under my pants, feeling the tight and hard curves of my ass.
As you pull me in, I flick your thong aside, brushing the tip of my index finger over your wet folds; I do it slowly in an upwards motion, and then circle back around your clitoris with the precision of a man that knows what he is doing - because, trust me, I know what I’m doing. I rest my other hand on your knee, slightly hiking up your skirt; then, with an abrupt movement, I place both my hands on your outer thighs, my fingers grabbing at your thong. I pull it down and you lift your ass up as I slide the soaking wet underwear down your legs and heels. For a moment, I think of taking your heels off, but then I decide against it - they look good enough on you for me to want to keep them on during sex.
You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows as I grab the hem of your skirt and start pulling it out down your legs as well. You sit there on top of my desk, completely naked if it weren’t for your heels. You look so fucking perfect, and I’m aching to have my thick cock pushing through your folds and lodging itself deep inside of you… I’m so utter and completely hard that it’s starting to fucking hurt.
With a smirk, I place one hand on your chest and push you down; you lay on your back, propping your heels up on the edge of the desk as I grab your knees, making you open your legs wide. You throw your head back, your eyes closed as you wait and anticipate my next movement.
I move closer to you, my hands running up and down your side, lingering over your breasts and then exploring every single curve of your body. I lean in, my lips softly on your right knee; I go up, kissing your leg almost all the way to the waist before I take a shortcut towards your inner thigh. You gasp as my lips take a route that leads to your pussy, always avoiding to touch it entirely. Pressing with my thumb right above your clit, you just lose it - you thrust your hips up, trying to meet my mouth with your pussy, but I lay one forearm across your stomach and pin you down to the desk. You try to break my hold, but you’re no match for my strength.
I want to set the pace and and you have no choice but do whatever I want.
A quivering moan escapes your lips as the tip of my tongue laps at your pussy, gently running across your slit’s length. I do it painfully slow, taking my time as I scoop your juices - then, when you least expect it, I lean forward and place my open mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly. You lift your feet up, placing your legs over my shoulders as I ravage you with my mouth; I suck and lick furiously, each time my tongue hits your clit your body trembling as if a jolt of electricity is running up and down your spine.
Your fingers run through my combed hair, dishevelling it as you guide the motion of my mouth. When I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking on it, your fingers turn into claws as you push my head down. My tongue continues circling around in a perfect rhythm, lapping at that sweet spot in you as if you were the most perfect woman on Earth… And right now, you are. And you taste fucking delicious.
I take my forearm out of your stomach and, feeling your body free, you grit your teeth and start to thrust at me, rubbing your pussy harshly against my face. You move your hips from side to side, spreading your juices all over my face as you start breathing heavily.
You try to speak between shorts breaths, but it’s hard for you, I know it. You want to tell me not to stop, but there’s no need for it - I can read your thoughts on your body, and I won’t stop. Not because you’re asking me, but because I can’t.
My tongue lashes out at your clit with unrepentant fury and, as you lace your legs behind my neck, you explode in ecstasy. Your moans tell me that your soul is boiling, consciousness drifting away from you as pleasure demands to take every available space inside your mind.
You’re moaning hard and your body is shaking; even so, I don’t stop. Instead, I take one finger and press it right on top of your clit, my mouth focused on your labia. My tongue starts to jab at your insides with vicious strokes, matching the pace of my finger. You’re still at pleasure’s peak, but I’ll make that peak grow and grow. That’s how I go about it, baby - I’ll make you ride the crest of a wave that doesn’t stop reaching towards the heavens.
And then that waves crashes. And you scream... You scream very hard. Oh, I love to hear your voice like this, high and quivering as pleasure rages through you. It’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Thrusting your hips at me, you hold me in place with your hands on my hair and your legs tied around my neck. You come violently, my tongue still jabbing at you at a frenetic pace. You keep holding me tightly until your body stops shaking, and only then do you loosen your grip. Slowly, I pull back out, your hands falling to my sides as you try to catch my breath. I lean over you and, then, my lips are on yours, the scent of your own pussy inundating you… Doesn’t it feel good to taste your flavor on my lips? You’re delicious, and you ought to know it.
One look at you, and I just know you’re ready to go again.
You place your hands on my cheeks, pulling me into you as we kiss; you open your legs wider, lacing them on my lower back, and prop yourself back up on your elbows. One of your hands fall from my face and you slide it down my chest towards the hem of my suit pants; you unbutton them with just one hand, each flick of your fingers making my cock even harder.
It’s mine, your hands seem to say as you press your fingers over my boxer briefs against my cock. You wrap them around my thickness, and it pulses with raw energy. It begs to be set free, and that’s exactly what you do.
With your other hand, you grab on my pants and send them down my legs; you do the same with my underwear, my cock flying straight into your hand like a thick heavy bat. You grab it, its warmness spreading to your fingers fingers.
I kick off my shoes to the corner of the office, stepping out of my pants in a hurry. You sit up on the desk, your eyes widening as you take in the sight of my naked body in front of you. Yes, baby, I’m all yours.
You bite your lower lip, locking eyes with me, and push me back with as much strength as you can. I take two steps back as you climb down from the desk and walk towards me. With your lips still curled into a grin, you lean into me and kiss my neck, your lips brushing down to my firm pectorals. You keep kissing me, going down to your knees as you do it; your tongue traces the outline of my abs, my muscles brimming with lust and testosterone. When your kneecaps touch the carpet, your fingers are already tightening around the base of my cock. You look up at me and, my eyes never leaving yours, you let your tongue part your lips and gently flick it at my glans.
I grins at you, desire stamped on my face. Fuck, I want you so much you have no idea.
Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips around my tip and then gently pull back out. You do it again and again, tracing the whole length of my shaft with your index finger. I tremble slightly and, the moment I do it, you lunge forward, opening your mouth wide and sliding my shaft deep over your tongue.
Before I even have the time to exhale, you start bobbing your head, my cock sliding in and out of your mouth at breakneck speed. I don’t know how you do it so perfectly, but I never had someone doing it like you.
You pull my cock out for a few seconds and, during that small moment, you stroke me as fast as you can, your fist flying over from the tip to the root. Then, when your hand is going down my shaft, you lean forwards again and take me in your mouth, sucking and stroking in a pendulum motion.
I start to thrust too, my hands on top of your head. You let go of my cock, placing both your hands on my round ass, and allow me to match the rhythm of your mouth. My thrusts grow wilder, as if I’m not fucking your mouth but your pussy. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough for my heart to send a special order of lustful blood to my already rock-hard cock. I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you.
You lean back, my cock sliding out of your mouth with a loud pop, and stand up. I don’t give you the time to do anything else - I grab
you by the arms, pushing you back. Blindly, I guide you until your back is against the glass door that leads out of my office and into balcony. The cold glass makes your skin prickle, a perfect antithesis to the wildfire raging in your pussy.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whisper, my mouth against your ear. The sound of my own voice makes me even more delirious, the need to be inside of you making my mind burn.
