His hands fondle my breasts and then slide down to the inside of my thighs. His fingers brush lightly against the heat between my legs, my moisture transpiring in his hands. Instinctively I push my hips forward against his hand, eager for the touch of his hands and body against my pussy.
He responds brusquely, pushing my body against the desk, his hand pressing hard between my legs.
I pull his belt out and, in a sudden movement, I lower his pants. His hard cock jumps out, elegant and manly, and my whole desire focuses on it. Right now my body’s pulsing with an overwhelming hunger to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth, inside of me.
I grab his cock with my eager fingers and move my hand up and down, reacting on pure instinct, my body and conscience dissolving into one.
He slides a finger inside me and I moan, my throat producing a sharp sound of pleasure. His finger is deep inside me, and then he slides it out. Again and again, over and over again. I feel two fingers inside me in a continuous movement, a game of in and out, and I struggle hard against the urge to moan as loud as I can. As I do it, I feel a pressure inside of me, acute and chilling, and a shiver of
pleasure ruffles my skin.
Without warning he stops and climbs down from the desk. He drops his pants and removes his shoes, throwing them down. How can someone be so handsome? That is the only thought in my mind, my eyes savoring the sight of his naked body. Each sculpted muscle as a perfect verse, his fine tanned skin highlighting them. I've never seen a man so beautiful. But he's not a man ... He's something else, something more impressive.
I get up and get off of the desk; I fall at his feet, on my knees, and let desire guide me. I press my lips on his hard cock, my fingers wrapping it. I open my lips and allow him into my mouth, his flavor the flavor of perfect sin. I let my tongue dance free and fierce around his cock, my lips embracing every inch of his length.
I'm crazy, crazy for him. I feel my pussy completely drenched, its juice dripping down my legs. His hands rest on the top of my head, his strong and confident touch guiding me. Obediently, I sway my head to the rhythm of his touch.
Satisfied, his touch orders me to stand up, and I do so. Between my legs that overwhelming heat keep my whole body in a trance, controlling all of my movements.
Almost unconsciously I know his will and sit up on the desk again, opening my legs. He lunges at me, leaning in, and moves his body to mine. Oh, how I want it, how I want him! My body, my blood, my very soul... everything in me is anxious for him.
And then his legs encase mine, the touch of his body on mine, and I feel him inside me. I sigh, crazy and wild, and doing my best not to scream out. Pleasure bursts into me, shooting down all my senses. It's impossible to describe; his cock fills me perfectly, as if it's shaped for me. But it's more than that; it's something much deeper than a man can ever make me feel. Only someone out of the ordinary, someone supernatural ... can make a woman feel this way.
His body moves in a slow, steady pace, and I take deep breaths with every movement of his thighs. The desire to scream makes my throat go hoarse, and all I allow myself is an almost imperceptible moan. I lace my legs around his torso and pull him toward me, forcing him deep inside my pussy.
As if reading my mind, his pace increases at that exact moment. I go back to moaning in a whispered tone, the effort clawing at my throat. He leans into me, pulls back his lips and takes his mouth to my neck again. I close my eyes, feeling the very presence of him invading my body. It's as if all of him is in me, making my blood boil and all my senses burst.
I feel the pleasure he feels, I feel my own pleasure. I feel all the muscles of our bodies, tense and taut, singing a song that only we can hear. A dangerous and wild music.
He pulls his body from mine and slips his hand under my ass. With an almost superhuman touch, he forces me to stand; then he makes me turn, my back to him, and forces me to bend over. I place my hands on the desk and do as he wants, jutting my ass back at him.
I feel his hand stroking my pussy, parting its lips, and then he comes back inside me, his cock ravaging me with an uncontrollable rage.
Fast, fast, fast—he moves in an impossible way, his body pressed against mine, his rhythmic movements a frenzied haze. All that I want, he does. He reads my body as if I'm an open book, a solved puzzle.
It continues until my body simply can’t endure more. My mind is exhausted, my muscles tense and pulsating, trembling with pleasure. But he goes on, making me cross a threshold that I don't even know exists.
I close my eyes and surrender to the inevitable. I let go of the world. My muscles tense and the whole universe explodes inside of me, my mind flooded by a tidal wave of pleasure.
I scream, an impossible cry of pleasure. What if the whole floor hears it? Let them enjoy the show, for all I care. My whole body trembles, my face, my arms and my legs. I throw my head back and close my eyes. Again, I feel his teeth digging into my neck and my body explodes once more, an impossible and powerful orgasm shaking every inch of my body and soul.
"I’m going to come," Connor groans, and that unleashes something inside me. Next thing I know, his cock is already out of my pussy and I’m on my knees in front of him; grabbing his thick member, I start stroking him hard. The moment I feel slight spasms running through the length of his shaft, I don’t hesitate, I just open my mouth and dive in, taking his whole cock into my mouth.
Not a second later and he’s gushing his load into my mouth, filling it up to the brim in the blink of an eye. I keep still as that happens, feeling thick strands of cum dripping out of my lips and down my chin, heavy beads of it falling down onto the carpeted floor. Ah, good way to start my career as CEO, staining the carpet.
"Office christened," Connor laughs brightly, sliding his cock out of my mouth and looking down at me. The moment he locks his eyes on mine, I simply swallow all the cum inside my mouth, allowing its saltiness to go down my throat.
"You know," I tell him, grinning as I stand up in front of him, "we should work late nights once in awhile."
"More than usual?"
"Yeah … just imagine this whole floor empty. Lots of rooms to christen, don’t you think?" I ask him, and we simply erupt in laughter.
"Now that’s an idea … maybe make a baby on top of the copying machine," he tells me offhandedly, but my heart skips a beat at the mention of the word ‘baby’.
"A baby?" I ask him, my voice more clear than usual.
"A baby," he nods. "Would you like to make one?"