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Oh, did I need it.
Even if I didn’t know if he’d flipped the lock on the doorknob and chanced anyone walking in at any time. The idea of being caught made it hotter.
I was having sex with my neighbor, Mr. Big Dick. The way he was gripping my hips and fucking me from behind, I wasn’t doing all that much except rolling my butt up to try and meet his hard thrusts. He was fucking me. Controlling me. Dominating.
And he lived up to his name and to what I glimpsed across our backyards. He reallywasbig. I didn’t need to go to my eye doctor for a while. I could spot a Big Dick at forty feet without glasses.
Now? It hit me nice and deep. Hard.
I gripped the edge of the desk in front of me, held on.
“Can you come like this?” he asked, his voice deep. Ragged.
I stared at the wall in front of me and tried to keep my moaning as quiet as possible.
“I need… clit.”
He pulled all the way out. “No!” I cried. “What are you–”
I turned my head, upset because he’d stopped fucking me. For a second I wondered if he didn’t like the idea of having to work my clit and gave up, but he dropped to his knees and put his mouth on me.
From behind.
“Oh my God!” I practically screamed. I was so worked up from him fucking me that the little flicks of his tongue on my clit were intense. I went up on my toes as he gripped the backs of my thighs and held me wide open. He was diligent. Focused. Ruthlessly precise, as if me coming was the top of his to-do list. Maybe the only thing on it. “Oh please!”
I came… because… he was a fucking sex god.
It was possible the office door opened and I heard a “Sorry” before it was shut again, but I also heard angels and harps and Silas telling me I was a good girl for coming all over his face.
Before I recovered, he was up and in me again. Deep.
He set a hand on the hard surface by my head and loomed. “That was one,” he murmured, leaning close.
“Did someone come in?” I asked, his hips rolling in this magical way that had me whimpering and on the brink of coming all over again. I wasn’t sure if I should be mortified or proud.
“Maybe. I was too busy with a face full of pussy to notice.”
I turned my head and he kissed my jaw, my neck. “Give me another,” he ordered, as if telling people what to do came natural to him. “This time you’ll milk my dick when you do.”
He pushed off, pulled my hip so I slid backward on the desk giving him room to reach beneath me and… oh shit. I had no choice to obey because OH MY GOD.
He found my clit with his fingers. One try. No map. Although he’d already been up close and friendly with it with his tongue. “Yes!” I cried, rolling my hips trying to reach for that orgasm.
His free hand slid, down over my butt, caressing, then between–
“Holy—YESSSSS!”
He put his thumb on my butt…well, not butt.There.I’d never had a guy touch me in that place before. Cheney wouldn’t have been caught dead in that region. He wouldn’t do doggy-style over a desk either. Or in the back of a bar.
I didn’t know I could be this wet. This aroused. That I could come twice.
Who knew that spot was an orgasm button? One brush with his thumb and I literally detonated like a bomb.
Which set him off. I felt him swell, then hold himself deep as he made this growly-groan sound and came.
That had been… it was… no words.
Silas might be a quickie and that was fine. I always knew Cheney wasn’t a porn star in the sack, but there was no way–even if I’d lost my mind–I’d ever go back to Mr. Boring Dick. If you’re going to get over one guy you need to get under another, right? RIGHT. Abso-fucking-lutely.
