Already I was learning her tells. “Yes. Come on our fingers.”
She licked her lips and dropped her head forward, her long hair tumbling over her gorgeous tits as her chest rose and fell. Without my prompting, her fingers sped up and she lifted her head, her pupils flaring before she closed her eyes and her hips rose from the desk.
She came silently, her body shuddering and her pussy contracting beneath our fingers. And it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
Before she’d even stopped spamming, I gripped my cock and lined it up with her slit. She registered the movement and opened her eyes, letting out a gasp at the nearness of my erection to her pussy.
Bare. No condom this time. I was going to spill myself inside her, intentionally.
Fuck, my dick was rock-hard just imagining it.
“You’re sure?” I murmured. “You want me to come inside you naked. Want me to fill you up with my cum.” It was probably cheating to stroke my cock, knowing how it affected her, but she couldn’t nod fast enough.
“God, yes. Want all of that...inside me.” She rubbed her damp fingers over her mouth and I lurched in my fist. “Please.”
“Suck them,” I said, and she edged the tip of one inside. That red nail dipping just past her lips as her lashes fluttered and her tongue sneaked out. “Taste your pussy like I did. So fucking sweet.”
She whimpered and drew the finger deeper. Then I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, tasting the finger she hadn’t yet, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and slammed home.
“Goddammit,” I hissed, registering her broken moan. “Still so fucking tight. Are you okay?”
Eyes wild, she nodded. “Yes. So full. Fuck me.”
I pulled her finger out of my mouth and pressed her hand to the desk. “Better reach back and hold on.”
She did as I asked and I slid my hand up her leg, gripping her thigh to drag her closer. Hooking her ankle over my shoulder, I wrapped her other leg around my waist. Swiveling my hips, I let her get used to the feel of me inside her for another moment - bare, finally bare - before I drew back and slammed home, rocking the desk on the floor. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and pressed the wrist of the other against her mouth to stifle her sounds as I pulled back and did it again, over and over. I leaned forward, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, pushing her hand away to smother her cries with my mouth as I fucked into it her until she was shaking with the need to come again.
I was way fucking past the point.
She gripped me like a fist, squeezing me past my endurance until I had to switch positions or end this right now.
I shifted her opposite leg to my waist and picked her up, holding her on me, lifting her up and down with every thrust. She clung to me, her kisses biting, her moans spilling out like the liquid coating my cock. I could hear each stroke. Smell the scent of us together like the sweetest, dirtiest perfume.
Ours.
Hating to break our connection for even a second, I withdrew and set her on her feet before spinning her around so she faced the desk. I pushed her down and cupped her perfect ass in my hands, tracing that silky pucker between her cheeks while she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out.
And I plunged.
There was no hiding her moan this time. It seemed to fill the office, or maybe it was just my head. Either way, as I pulled back and drove home again, that sound spurred me on. I needed to hear it again when she soaked my dick. Hell, while we soaked my desk. I wanted every dirty drop inside her, but I wanted the proof on the place I worked every day too so I could never forget.
She was mine. Always had been mine. Now I was going to fill her up with my release.
Scooping her up, I reached around her to rub her clit. Hard, fast. She scrabbled to hold onto the desk and bucked back against me, her ass bouncing. “Come with me,” I grated out.
“Going to.” Her ragged response had me hauling back and shoving deep as I circled her clit.
She splintered apart around me, and I couldn’t hold on. I managed to pull out once more and sank home while she was still coming, her relentless spasms milking my cock. I turned my head and bit her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh as my hips flexed and I squeezed out every drop into her giving pussy.
“Oh shit.” She slapped her hand against the desk once, twice. “Tapping out.”
Groaning out a laugh, I pulled out of her. “Don’t move.”
“Not gonna. Can’t.”
As carefully as possible, I gripped her hip and turned her over, hoisting her legs high. She gaped at me.
“What the hell are you doing?”