And boy … do I know it’s going to be good.
His hard-on presses against my thigh as he nudges my legs apart and pushes himself against me, making me feel his need for me. I swallow as he kisses a line down my neck and his hands move over my hips, squeezing my ass tight. My head leans back, allowing him full access as his hand dives into my bra and pulls out my breasts. He nuzzles them and kisses them both.
“Fuck, I’ve missed these babies,” he murmurs against my skin, making me giggle. “And I know you missed my licks too.”
“Shh … someone might hear,” I say, hoping no one will notice what he’s doing.
“I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m around you, I just want to smother you with love.”
Before I can say a word, his mouth covers mine again, and he gives me the most delicious kisses I’ve ever had. I can’t say no. Not when he does this to me. My body refuses to listen to my brain.
Suddenly, he lifts me up in the air, spins on his heels, and brings me to his desk. “You’ve teased me long enough,” he growls. “But I’m going to take what I want now.”
He clears half his desk and plants me down, parting my legs with his so he can bend over to kiss me. He forces me to lie down and rips my top over my head. Releasing my breasts from the bra, he pinches my nipples and rolls them between his index finger and thumb.
“So damn tempting,” he muses.
“What?”
He grabs two binder clips lying on the desk and clamps them around my nipples. The moment he releases them, the pain is sharp, but a hungry kiss eases the pain and sends shocks down my body.
“That,” he murmurs, tugging my lip with his teeth.
His hands entwine with mine, pinning them to the desk. I grin against his lips, feeling his cock grow against my leg.
“I know you like being manhandled,” he growls.
“Shut up,” I murmur, kissing him back.
His hand dives underneath my skirt, grabbing my pussy as if he owns it. “This is mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I snap back, even though I still let him kiss me. I can’t help it, but I hate it too.
“Oh, really?” He lifts my skirt and pulls aside my panties, shoving his finger in my pussy. I gasp, feeling him roll around inside me. “You’re fucking wet for me.”
“Oh, just fuck me or get over it,” I say.
Smirking, he bites his lip and massages my clit, circling his thumb over the top. “You’re not in the position to make any demands, Lesley.” He swirls around inside me so good; I’m sucking in the breaths, trying to keep my composure. “And I definitely intend to fuck you … so hard we might break the desk.”
I chuckle, but my laughter dies out quickly when he flips me around on the desk. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said … taking what’s mine.”
Out of nowhere, his index finger pushes into my ass.
“Fuck!” I mutter.
“Shh,” he whispers. “If you keep making that much noise, I’m going to have to do something about that.”
“Like I care!” He smacks my ass, and it reverberates all the way into my clit. “Fuck!”
“Exactly,” he muses.
“Damn you for making it feel so good,” I growl, making him laugh.
“Swearing again? That’s not very ladylike of you,” he says, pushing his finger farther in.
I bite down, my fingers digging into the desk. “I don’t fucking care.”
“Sure, you do … You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
I moan as he pushes his finger all the way in.
“There …” He rolls it around inside, thrusting in and out slowly. “Ever had your ass taken before, Lesley?”
“No,” I groan, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head as he simultaneously pets my clit.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice slick with desire. And fuck me, does it turn me on.
“Fuck, I hate it when you do that,” I say, not wanting to admit that I like it when he touches me. I shouldn’t, but I can’t control myself. Not around him.
With one swoop, he’s ripped off my panties, and I squeal. “It’s time you stopped talking,” he says as he leans over and stuffs them in my mouth. “Keep those there.”
I can taste my own arousal, and I honestly never expected it to be this hot. Guess everything is when TJ Morrows does it to you.
I hear a zipper going down and then his cock nudges against my entrance. “Feel that? I’m going to fuck that needy pussy hard, and you’re going to love it. End of story.”
My pussy thumps from the way he’s talking, especially when his tip pushes inside. He fists my hair and pulls it back tight, making me look at him. “Got it?”