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Instead of gripping my hips like he does so often, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and forces me to the desk. My face is turned so that I’m watching him as he slowly pushes inside me. His expression doesn’t soften even as his body seems to relax.
I’d assumed he’d fuck me hard and fast with how much I’ve teased him, but he’s savoring it. From the very first time, I’ve fallen further and further down the rabbit hole of roughness. Maybe someone somewhere would consider this degrading and rough, but it’s not. It’s sensual. It’s loving. It’s kind.
The edge of the desk bites against my thighs as his legs press against mine, his cock stretching me to my limits. The cold wood under me has goosebumps running across my skin.
And I feel absolutely, unquestioningly loved. Nothing about us makes sense, from our backgrounds to our personalities to our sex, and this is just one more example. I know he feels wonderful, and that he knows I feel even better.
The moans that slip from my lips are expressions of that love. When he slaps my ass and leaves my skin stinging, I want to thank him.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I’m too lost in the sensations of him inside me to have words beyond that. How did I go this long without letting him know we didn’t need condoms? How did I miss so many instances where we could feel like this?
Phillip releases my neck and runs his hand through my hair. There’s no way to describe the sensations that run from my scalp through my body to my core. Electricity? Pleasure? Magic? When his fingers tighten, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
“God, your body is something special, Addison. I can’t get enough of you. Fucking you isn’t good enough. I want to consume you, to make you a part of me that I could never lose.”
“Then do it,” I whisper. “I’m yours, Phillip.”
His body goes taut again at my words, and his hand tightens even more in my hair. He grips my ass so hard I’m sure that I’ll have bruises. And he fucks me like never before.
My hips are pinned between the massive desk and his muscular legs. When he slams into me hard enough to shake the desk, I can’t move. I can’t scream. I can’t do anything except watch him. My entire world fades except for his face and that wonderful mix of pain and ecstasy that’s throbbing between my legs.
A scratching sound irritates the back of my mind while I do my best not to moan. I don’t even know how I can hear something other than my body being slammed against the edge of the desk. Well, that and the growls coming from Phillip.
Somehow, I feel the pressure building in me. The feeling I’ve become so used to when Phillip has his hands around me and his cock inside me. My moans become pants as I give into the sensations even more.
He lets go of my hair, and both of his hands move to my waist. Fingers run under the waistband of the skirt and dig into my stomach. I barely know what’s happening, though. My eyes are on Phillip’s and his are on mine.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Always,” I whisper back.
And he lets out the deepest groan I’ve ever heard. I canfeelhim coming. Strange sensations that I’ve never had.
The dam inside me breaks. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything except succumb to the quaking and quivering orgasm that rushes through me. Every muscle in my body is drawn tight enough that at another time, I might be afraid they’d snap.
Phillip’s groan turns into a moan as my walls squeezes him, and I can feel his hands shaking as he releases me. “Addison,” he whispers in my ear as he bends over me. I can’t respond. The air rushes into me as I take ragged breaths.
When he steps back, my legs nearly give out on me. Still, I don’t turn away from him. His cock is dripping with the evidence of what we’ve done. “I love you,” I finally say.
“You’re so perfect,” he says.
I try to push myself off the desk, and it takes a little help from Phillip to get me standing again. “I don’t know if I can handle that every day,” I say as my legs threaten to give out.
He chuckles and pulls a box of tissues out of his desk drawer to clean himself off before holding the box out to me. I consider taking a few as well, but then I grin and grab my panties. There’s a confused look on his face, and I say, “You’re going to have to think about me walking around with your come inside me. I wonder how much work you’ll actually get done with that thought on your mind.”
Phillip grins, but I can see his breathing pick up. I pull on the panties, more than a little nervous at how dirty I feel, but something about this feels right in a way that other options don’t.
“I don’t know how I was lucky enough to convince you to fall in love with me,” he says through the grin.
“Well, it wasn’t your coffee making or cooking, that’s for sure.” I try to straighten my skirt out and question just how obvious it’ll be that I just fucked my boss at nine o’clock in the morning.
“Must have been my hair, then.” He runs his hands through his hair and gives me a grin like some kind of cheesy 80s heartthrob.
I lean in and kiss him. A passionate kiss that pushes away the need to keep up the banter. Long and slow, the kind that leaves your lips wondering if they’ll ever stop throbbing.
When I pull back, I give his cock just the slightest pat and say, “It was definitely the hair. But now we both have to go back to work.”
