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Carter’s eyes immediately take in the newly exposed skin. Like a wolf ready to pounce, he licks his lips. I can’t wait to feel Carter’s lips on mine, and his tongue . . . everywhere. As soon as Carter is close enough, I reach out grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. I don’t give a damn that I’m bunching the fabric in fists, and probably ruining the fabric of his very expensive suit. He allows me to pull him across the final few inches of space. My heart is hammering in my chest and my pussy is wet with anticipation.
“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” Carter says as he closes the remaining distance between us, stepping between my spread legs.
The long hard column of chiseled perfection that is Carter’s body presses against me and I can feel the hardness of his cock push against my thigh. It feels big. No, scratch that. It feels huge. I can’t wait to have him inside of me. I place the palms of my hands against his stomach; even through his shirt I can feel the chiseled ripples of his abs. No doubt about it, Carter definitely hits the gym.
I slide my hands further up over his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. I’m desperate for his kiss, but Carter is going to make me wait. Just as I stretch myself up to meet his lips, Carter dips his head and drags his teeth along the sensitive skin of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine and a moan escapes my lips. His lips trace a path up to that spot behind my ear that never fails to make my pussy wet. I start rubbing my body against his and tugging at his jacket. There’s way too much fabric between the two of us.
“Relax baby. Daddy’s going to give you what you want,” Carter says, his voice low and rough with lust. It’s right in my ear, and as tempting as the devil himself. “When he has you good and ready,” Carter growls grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the desk.
I’m breathing hard now. My breasts heaving and Carter looks at them hungrily before running his tongue along my cleavage. He looks up at me with a wicked grin, before finally bringing his lips to mine. I part my lips, eager and ready for his kiss. Electricity shoots up my spine as his tongue pushes into my mouth. His kiss is ruthless, and dominating just like Carter is in the boardroom.
His kiss is wet and dirty. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back driving his tongue deeper into my mouth. Carter’s kiss sets my body on fire and short-circuits my brain. All I can think about is getting that big cock of his inside of me. His hands slip out of my hair and Carter’s arms wrap around me pulling me impossibly closer. His hands slide down my body. I kiss him fiercely, trying to put every ounce of the passion I feel for him into it. I want Carter to know just how badly I want him.
Carter’s hands slip lower squeezing my ass and lifting me up, easily. Automatically I pull my legs up wrapping them around his waist, and use the leverage to grind myself against his hard cock. Carter groans, nipping at my lips as I grind against him. I sway my hips faster, whipping both of us deeper into a frenzy of lust. It feels like the temperature in Carter’s office has shot up a hundred degrees and I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I just need.
Carter holds me up with one arm, trailing kisses down my neck and over my breasts, as he knocks his very expensive laptop and several important files off of his desk with the other. My fingers clutch at his huge biceps as he lifts me onto the desk, pushing me back to lie flat on the expanse of smooth mahogany.
My hands now free, I push his jacket off of his shoulders. I then begin pulling frantically at the buttons of his shirt. I can’t undress Carter fast enough. I want to see what’s underneath that perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit I’m wrecking. I’m not disappointed. Unbuttoning Carter’s shirt reveals perfectly sculpted pectorals, and eight-pack abs that look like they’re sculpted from marble. Yes! I can’t wait to touch every inch of his skin.
I’m not the only one desperate for skin-on-skin contact. Carter has no patience for the small buttons that run the length of my blouse. He grabs each side of my blouse and just yanks, ripping it open. I hear the tiny pearls skitter and slide across the desk and onto the hardwood floor of his office. If my brain weren’t fogged over with lust, I’d be pissed.
