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I’d come a long way since Stephanie dumped me. Didn’t I deserve to move on with someone like Brooke, who obviously cared for me?
I leaned forward and kissed her, barely a brush of our lips together. I pulled back a fraction of an inch, waiting for her to pull away in case she didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t. Instead, she closed the gap between us again, kissing me soft and sweet.
It had been so long since I’d kissed a woman like this that I savored the feeling. Her mouth on mine, her small hands on my chest, her tongue brushing against mine. I wanted it to last forever, but the longer we kissed, the more heat came into it. Brooke’s hands wandered over my chest to my biceps, like she was feeling the muscles there.
I pulled her into my lap to get a better hold of her, making her dress inch up her thighs. I wanted to be reasonably polite, since this was our first encounter, but the fact that I hadn’t been this attracted to a woman or felt anything like I did with her in years was a strain on my control. I wanted to fuck her, hard. To see her breasts and ass jiggle with the force of it.
The idea of that sounded so appealing that I threw away the last shreds of control I had. I dug my fingers into her hair with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other, bringing her closer.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you’d feel ever since I first laid eyes on you,” I said, undoing the zipper of her dress. She wiggled out of the top and undid her bra. “You’re even more beautiful than I dreamed you’d be.”
Brooke’s gaze turned shy. “Really?”
“Of course. I’m surprised I managed to maintain my control for this long. Especially in all those pencil skirts.”
She laughed, turning my face back to her and kissing me. I lightly nipped her jaw, trailing down her neck. Her floral scent was strongest here, so I lingered, kissing her. I rested my thumb along her pulse, feeling it race as I drew my tongue along her collarbone.
“Relax,” I said as I leaned her back, supporting her with one arm while getting more access to her chest.
I teased her skin above her breasts, sucking hard until reddish marks appeared on her fair skin. Her fingers raked through my hair as I kissed her, her nails sending chills up and down my body.
I consciously slowed myself down, alternating between her neck, chest, and lips, until she was panting and trying to press her whole body against me.
I cupped her left breast, its weight heavy in my hand, before exploring elsewhere. Her skin was soft every place I touched it, and I couldn’t get enough. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, so I slid my hand down the back of her panties to feel even more of her. My cock brushed against her center again and again.
“I’ve wanted to feel your beard between my thighs forever,” she said in my ear, rocking her hips back and forth. The heat of her pussy seeped through her panties. How wet was she? I needed to find out. If the scent of her arousal smelled this good, she was going to taste incredible.
I picked her up and sat her on my desk, parting her legs. The chair was a touch too high for me to easily do this, so I lowered it. Her pussy was now at eye level. The light blue fabric of her panties was soaked through.
“Fuck, Brooke,” I said. “You’re so wet for me already.”
I pulled her panties down. Her pussy was perfect, soaking wet, and her clit swollen. I dove right in with a long lick, making her shiver and rest her hands on the desk behind her. She spread her legs even wider, eager, as I tasted her. Her wetness soaked my beard, the scent of her lingering.
I made sure to ease off of her, kissing her inner thighs and reddening the delicate skin there from friction with my beard. She ground her face against me, panting and letting out lust-filled moans.
“Can I come?” she whispered, almost sounding pained.
“Yes, baby. Come for me,” I said. Though the idea of working her up and making her stay there sounded appealing, I wanted her to come all over my face, too.
It didn’t take long for her to climax, whimpering and trying to dig her nails into my wooden desk. I sat back, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I loved this view, looking up at her as she came down from an intense orgasm.
I had to be inside of her. Now.
I stood up, leaning over to give her a brief kiss. She held onto me, deepening it like she was tasting herself on my lips. I pulled her to her feet and whipped her around, pushing her forward until her elbows were on the desk. She let out a little sound of pleasure at how much I was manhandling her.
Good, because I was about to do a lot more than that.
“One knee up on the desk,” I said, my voice rough. “Then bend over more.”
She did as I said. The position spread her out for me, her soaking wet center on full display. I took a step back and took in the view, undoing my pants. How many dreams had I had thinking about this very moment? Now, finally, I wasn’t going to deny myself anymore.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I said to her. “So you need to tell me if you need a break.”
“I won’t need a break.” She looked at me over her shoulder. “I just need your cock!”
I thrusted into her so hard that she gasped, her hips hitting the edge of the desk. She held up a finger, and I froze, my hands on her hips.
“Okay, I just needed to adjust,” she said.
