He groaned. “You’re going to make me walk out of here with a hardon.”
My hands were already on his belt as I said, “I’ve locked the door. Let me take care of it for you.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He maneuvered me back to my desk, lifting my skirt and pulling my panties down as he did. He set me on the desk and I kicked my panties off, while I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. His cock sprang out and it was so beautiful.
“I want to suck it, Wyatt.”
He groaned. “Whatever my woman wants.”
I started to get off the desk so I could get on my knees and worship his dick, but instead he sat on the desk next to me.
“Get on all fours, baby.”
I pushed my paperwork away and put my picture of Alyssa face down, and then climbed up on the desk, and sat on my heels.
He leaned back, his dick sticking straight up. “He’s all yours.”
I bent over, wrapping my hand around his cock and then sucking him deep in my mouth.
“Ah, fuck… So good, Sinclair.” His hand slid up my thigh, over my bare ass. “I’m going to finger fuck you.”
His finger slid to my pussy and my ass gyrated as I sought more from him. If the mayor walked in, he’d get quite a sight. Wyatt on my desk fingerfucking me while I sucked him off. Maybe he’d stay out of my business if he saw the exquisite pleasure Wyatt gave me.
Fortunately, I’d locked the door. This was a party of two. No guests allowed.
Pretty soon, I had a hard time focusing on his dick as my pussy was burning with need.
“I need to come,” I gasped. In a flash, he had me sitting on the edge of the desk again, and he was standing between my thighs, his dick poised at my entrance.
“Sinclair.”
I was in a bit of a haze from erotic need, but I was able to look at him.
“This isn’t fake.” He slammed into me, and I cried out. His lips fused to mine, probably to keep me quiet. He immediately went at a strong, steady pace, pushing my desk back with each thrust. It was delicious the way the friction of his cock slid against my pussy walls, sending little shocks of pleasure.
“Wyatt, yes…” What I wanted to tell him was that this wasn’t fake for me either. That we could be a family like we’d wanted. But my lungs burned from exertion. My body throbbed from sensation.
He shifted, hooking his arms under my knees as he leaned forward to put his palms on my desk. I fell back, my pen jabbing in my shoulder blade. But I didn’t care.
“Come on Sinclair… Come for me, baby… Let me see you come.”
His green eyes were filled with passion and intent as they gazed down on me, his body consuming mine until I went up in a fiery inferno. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry as pleasure swept through me.
“Yes…I’m coming…I’m coming in your sweet pussy,” he growled, and then threw his head back as his pleasure overtook him.
His words sent another flashfire through me.
It was several minutes before I could move.
“I messed up your desk.” He gave me a sheepish smile.
I lifted my head and looked around. “Oh well.”
He helped me sit up, giving me a hard kiss before reaching for the box of tissues that fell on the floor, handing me one.
“I don’t remember you being so messy before,” I teased.
“I used a condom before. Except that first time. God, I remember being so fucking worried about that.” He used a tissue to wipe off his dick and then pulled his pants up.