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I don’t know what’s come over me.
“God, you smell fucking amazing.” He moans, running his tongue over my underwear.
When he pulls away, I whimper at the loss of contact, and my eyes dart to his when he pushes my legs together. His features are dark with lust and they only darken further when his hands smooth up the outside of my thighs and under my dress to grab the top of my panties.
He removes them, and I spread my legs wide for him again as he throws my G-string somewhere over his shoulder. His eyes never leave my bare pussy as he trails a finger through my damp slit, and I moan at the contact, throwing my head back. Rubbing over my clit, he slides one of his long, thick fingers into my core, right to the hilt.
“You’re so tight. I’m going to need to stretch you a little to get you ready.” He groans as he brings his mouth to my pussy, covering my clit with his tongue and flicking the sensitive bud.
Slowly, he adds a second finger to my pulsing core and slides it in with ease, using my wetness as lubrication.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on, and with a stranger no less.
“I don’t normally do this,” I pant as his fingers begin to move.
An overwhelming need to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong impression settles deep within me, even though I know he won’t be bothered. Guys don’t care about shit like that.
He doesn’t respond to my comment, he just continues to eat me, bringing me to the edge before he pulls away and stands, causing me to let out a groan of disappointment.
“Take off your dress and put your hands on the glass,” he commands.
I look up at him in confusion, my eyes moving back and forth between him and the window.
He wants me to do what?
I like to try new things as much as the next person, but I’m not an exhibitionist.
“It’s a privacy window. They can’t see you,” he reassures me, tucking a strand of my straight, light brown hair behind my ear.
His words soothe me and for the second time tonight, I take what he has said as fact without seeing any evidence.
Standing from the desk, not daring to look back and see the mess I have no doubt made on it, I walk up to the window, my hips swinging with each step.
Reaching under my arm, I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor until I’m left in nothing but my black strappy five-inch stilettos. I tentatively place my hands on the window, just as he’s directed, throwing a questioning look over my shoulder at him.
He looks…hungry.
His gaze devours me like I’m his next meal and his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.I need to kiss him.I turn from the window and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his, my tongue begging for entry into his mouth. He allows me to be in control for all of two seconds before his tongue is plundering my mouth and he’s grabbing a fistful of each of my ass cheeks.
Dazed and confused, I pull back, returning to my position in front of the window. Even with my heels on, he still towers over me and, for a fleeting second, I wonder if I should be fearful of the power he’s exuding and the control he has over both my mind and body.
The thought disappears as he moves his chair behind me and sits back down in it, pushing down on my lower back to urge me to bend over slightly. My flushed cheek rests against the cool glass and I watch the crowd. It’s exhilarating to see the people below, oblivious to the pleasure I’m experiencing so close to them.
When he spreads my cheeks and proceeds to eat my ass, I tense initially at the unfamiliar contact before letting out a low moan of pleasure. My eyes close of their own volition and I enjoy the sensation of his mouth on the only virgin part of me.
His two fingers return to my soaked core and he slowly pumps them in and out, stretching me as he adds a third. I can feel my arousal running down the inside of my legs, and for a fraction of a second wonder what the view must be like for him.
“Such a goodfuckinggirl, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer, unable to vocalize anything at this moment in time. His hand comes down on my ass cheek, filling the room with a cracking sound as it echoes in the confines of his office. I let out a yelp, the unexpected pain making me clench around his three fingers. He lets out a low moan as his palm soothes the spot he just spanked.
“You need to answer me, sweetheart,” he growls.
“Yes,” I rasp out.
“Yes, what?” he demands.
“I’m... I’m a good girl,” I moan as he continues to pump in and out of me, almost punishingly.
