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I pushed her legs open, granting myself access between them. Her lack of argument spurred me on and I pulled her to the end of the chair. Once there, I buried my face against the seat of her panties for a deep inhale of her pussy, which was rapidly becoming one of my favorite smells.

“Is this really what you showed up here to do?” she breathed, hands clutching the arms of her chair as I pushed her panties aside, baring her to me.

I looked up, meeting her gaze as I pushed fingers into her. She was already wet, just from anticipation. “No,” I admitted, shaking my head. “Just rising to the occasion.”

I hooked her thighs over my shoulders and went straight to work devouring her pussy, allowing myself to get lost in what deserved a much more pleasant verbiage than “the task.”

There wasn’t a damn thing burdensome about the aroma, the heat, the sweet taste of her arousal on my tongue, the sounds of her desperately-toned-down moans, the sight of her eyes closed tight… a damn feast for all five senses. Her pussy clenched tight around my fingers as I dug in deeper, burying them to knuckles to reach that little spot that I knew drove her crazy.

“Ah, shit!” she screeched, then slapped a hand over her own mouth as I smiled against her clit.

Found it.

I stayedrightthere, not daring to let up as I sucked her clit hard against my tongue. Her ass bucked up from the chair, almost sending it rolling backward, but I kept my grip around her leg.

No reprieves here.

Not until her legs were vibrating, core pulled tight, that hand over her face practically suffocating her as I made her cum.

Hard.

Honestly, I was expecting that to be the end of the little in-office escapade, but she was still trying to catch her breath from her orgasm when she abruptly joined me on the floor, pushing me backward before she attacked my belt, my zipper, snatched my boxers down.

Aggressive as fuck.

I… had no complaints.

I went right along with every little action, moving away from the desk a bit to give her room to climb on top of me and sink right down on my dick. My hands went to her hips, and she immediately smacked them away, making it clear she wanted to be in control.

Again… no complaints here.

I was happy to just enjoy the feeling of her, tight and wet and hot as fuck around my dick. Her attempts to muffle herself earlier had smudged her lipstick, and what had been a perfectly layered silk press was tousled all over her head now, the two elements combining to make her look more than a little wild.

And thesoundscoming from her, these quiet, growling moans as she pressed her hands to my chest for leverage to ride me harder, faster, take me deeper…shit.

I couldn’t think of a better use of time.

I grabbed the back of her head, dragging her face down to mine.

There was no hesitation from her. She greedily granted me access to her mouth, accepting my tongue as I grabbed her ass, forcing her to stay where she was—impaled balls-deep on my dick. I didn’t let up until she started squirming, bucking her hips to move against me again.

It prompted her to go harder.

I let her pull away from the kiss, but didn’t break our gaze as she sat up again, riding me like she was trying her damndest to make me lose it. I couldn’t help it, I rocked my hips to fuck her back, and next thing I knew, I was gritting my teeth to avoid making a sound that might have brought the whole floor to her door as I nutted.

Especiallywhen she kept riding, prolonging that hyper-sensitive feeling until she got hers too.

Thenshe collapsed on top of me.

Reflexively, my hands went up, wrapping around her to hold her close to me as she panted.

“Looks like you had some time after all.”

SEVENTEEN

NALANI

My lackof restraint where it came to my husband disgusted me.

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