Switch (Landry Family 3)

Before I can do anything other than get a confirmation that he’s as big as I imagined, I’m lifted up and sat on top of his desk. Things go sliding off each side, a container of paper clips smashing against the floor, spilling everywhere.

My chest heaving, I watch him draw closer until he’s immediately in front of my face. “I’m going to have you right here, right now.”

“If this takes much longer, I’m going to make myself come right here on your desk with you watching.”

His hands falter at the waistband of his boxer briefs, his eyes flipping to mine. “Oh, baby. You’re going to come and I’m most definitely going to be watching. But I’m going to be buried so deep inside you that you won’t know where you end and I start.”

I want to complain about the unhurried way he moves about his office, gathering his clothes, locking the door. The only thing keeping me from objecting is that he’s naked and that sight is one I’ll happily soak in for as long as I’m allowed.

He’s long and lean, muscles cut into his flesh in a way I didn’t expect. It’s a delicious image—devilish smirk, broad chest, a V that makes me whimper. But it’s what that V is pointing at that does me in. A verifiable nine-inch cock, hard as steel, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

If he thinks I was making a point by torturing him today with my dress, he’s doing the same thing by making me watch him now. Once I realize this, it’s game on.

When he turns back around, my dress is bunched at my waist. One heel-clad foot rests on top of his desk as I recline back on one hand. My other hand is toying with my opening.

He stutter-steps before stopping in place, his eyes glued to my fingers. I press the pad of one into my wetness and then hold it in the air. When his eyes reach mine, I press my lips together. “Looks like I’m a little wet for you, Graham.”

“Stop.” It’s a command, an order, a mandate given in the form of a sexy rasp. But I don’t obey. That would be too easy. Instead, I draw my fingertip up my slit until it lands on my pebbled clit.

“Ah,” I moan, letting my head fall back, my hair swishing against the desktop. My eyes flutter closed, but jerk back open as his hand wraps around my wrist, his fingertips searing into my skin.

“I told you to stop.”

“I heard you,” I breathe.

“I will give you every bit of pleasure you have in this office. Understood?”

Instead of answering, I reach between us and palm his cock roughly. Stroking it up and down, I grin. “Understood.”

He bends forward and plants his mouth against mine. This time, there’s nothing sweet or easy about it. Like a man that hasn’t kissed a woman in years, he moves against me so frantically, so fiercely, I’m breathless.

He draws my dress over my head and tosses it to the side, our lips only breaking long enough for the fabric to pass. I succumb to the relentlessness of his kisses, feeling myself weaken against him.

My ass squeaks against the glass as I’m guided towards the edge with a forceful hand on the small of my back. Silky strands of his hair slip through my fingers, and when I tug on a handful of locks, he finally breaks our kiss.

Our breathing ragged, my lips stinging from the delicious assault, he grins wickedly. “Lie back.”

His palms resting heavily on my thighs, squeezing them in an almost massage-like fashion, I do as instructed. Through the haze, I mention I’m on the pill and hear him respond, although the specific words are a blur.

Lying before him on his desk is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt. My entire body is on display, stretched out like an agreement to be manipulated. A flash of unease begins to rip through me, but when our eyes meet, it subsides as quickly as it came.

His breathing is as intense as mine, the hunger in his eyes burning as hot as the desire spreading like lava through my belly. But there’s something else, a quiver in the cerulean blues of his eyes, that quells the anxiety of being studied by a man of his caliber.

“God, Mallory,” he almost whispers, a slight shake of his head accompanying it. His finger touches the side of my face, the pad rough against my skin. He blazes a trail down the side of my neck, across my chest, and over the ridges of my stomach.

I see him swallow as he grabs his cock with one hand, my waist with another. He scoots me closer to the edge, his eyes turning wild.

If he can’t hear my heartbeat, it’s nothing short of a miracle. I can hear it pushing red-hot blood through my body, elevating my temperature and need, pure need, to the boiling point.

His tip touches my opening, parting me just enough so I know he’s there. I gulp, my eyes flipping to his face just in time to watch a slow, indecent smirk touch his lips.

“Come on, Graham,” I beg through clenched teeth, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

“Come on you? Or you want to come?” He swirls his hips, teasing me with his cock.

“Stop with the semantics,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist and inching him closer to me.

He laughs, clearly enjoying my frenzied state. “Maybe I could just stop altogether and kiss you. That’s what you wanted, right? Maybe this is a little overboard.”