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Holy shit.Shit!
The spasms take over me without warning and I’m falling. I’m falling so hard that I think it’ll never stop.
The fall.
The pleasure.
The depravity of it all.
It does, though, leaving me in a haze, and I think it’s over. But his stubble glides over the sensitive flesh of my thighs and he’s still lapping at me, sucking, nibbling, torturing my sensitive clit.
For some reason, I’m so much more tender now than when he fingered me. And it hurts. It hurts so good.
“Nate…I can’t…take it…” I reach a hand for his hair in an attempt to touch those strands, to push him back.
“Hands and feet on the desk, Gwyneth.”
I snap back into position, even though my thighs are clenching and I feel like I’m being set on fire. “It’s too much. I don’t think I can take it.”
He lifts his head from between my thighs and I’m a tiny bit disappointed, not sure why.
“Should I stop, baby girl?”
I don’t even think about it as I shake my head.
“Good, because I wasn’t planning to. Now bite the skirt before you bring the whole floor down.”
Oh, God. I forgot that this is a workplace and someone could hear. Please tell me he has some type of soundproof system here, because I can’t control the noises that spill free—even with the skirt between my lips—when he goes back to sucking and licking. But this time, it’s different. This time, he’s teaching me a lesson, he’s teaching me how to behave.
So when his mouth slides to my opening, I’m on the verge again. But he doesn’t stop there. He thrusts his tongue inside my tight opening, and it’s so narrow, I can’t believe it took three fingers in it only last night.
I’m a mumbling mess, my saliva pooling around my skirt as he fucks me with his tongue, in and out in a rhythm that turns me breathless and absolutely delirious.
If he fucks this way with his mouth, how will it feel with his cock? And the thought of his cock inside me makes me come.
Just like that, I’m spasming on the table, my legs falling and my heart lurching in my chest.
Nate continues sucking, licking, fucking, drawing out the wave over and over again until I’m on the verge of collapsing.
When he finally lifts his head from between my legs that have turned to Jell-O, I don’t really focus on that, because he licks his lips. The same lips that were sucking and nibbling and fucking my pussy.
I’m entranced by that view, by the way he makes a show of how he ate me, how he’s savoring me on his tongue. I’m unable to look away. Unable to even get air into my starved lungs.
“You do taste like a very bad girl.”
Well, fuck.
I think something just left me and jumped to him. I don’t know what that something is, but it feels important.
Vital.
And now, I can’t get it back.
19
Nathaniel
I’ve never been one to play games.
