My mouth runs up your leg. My hands slide down your thigh-high stockings. Moans glide like fire across your skin, a lick of my tongue, a growl of hunger as my hands slide back up your thighs to your hips. A look up to your eyes shows my own, dark with lust, wild with need for you. Your hips lift of your own desire as I push your skirt higher, knowing that we’re not nearly alone enough, knowing someone might come through your office door, yet neither of us able to stop.
Wet fire meets your pussy as I kiss you there, full and deep, tongue stroking over your heat to flick across your clit. Just the feel of you has me hard, so hard, and growing harder as I moan from the pleasure of tasting you. I feel your grip on my head, pulling me closer. Licks flash over your clit, then delve into your folds as moans hum against you. With each lick I wheel your office chair backward, backward, until it’s against the door, blocking it.
My growl rumbles between your legs; I know I have you. Hands stroke your hips, your sides, your breasts, your shoulders. Between your thighs my tongue slowly fucking you with relish. My moans hum across your clit before I nip there, then lick again in slow, smooth circles.
I can hear your breath quickening, your body tightening. Your own pleasure is bucking inside, aching to break free as you suck on my fingers to keep from crying out. So many ears just on the other side of that door.
My own mouth is muffled against your pussy, sucking your clit, tongue rubbing. The press of your thighs around my head drives me crazy, yet I catch your left leg in my grip, pulling you open just enough to make room for two fingers to thrust up inside you, searching for that spot. I’m watching you, seeing your entire body arch, your hand covering your own mouth as I rub, as I suck, as I lick. I can see it coming, the lance of pleasure that jolts through you, sudden, hard, and it’s all I can do to hold onto you as you cum against my mouth in wave after wave as your hips buck, as you lose control…
And I’m so fucking hard from the feel of it all.
I can barely control myself now. Lunging up, I take your mouth with mine, hot, searching, moaning how good you taste. I want to overload your mind with pleasure, to fuck until we can’t move. My hands rush over your breasts, strong through your blouse, feeling you, kneading you slowly, and then grasping the fabric and yanking it open.
Buttons fly, clattering against your office walls. The front clasp of your bra is undone before you even realize, and our tongues dance desperately as you’re cupped in both my hands. Kneading, stroking, then pinching your nipples in the way I know you love when you’re so worked up. We moan together against each other’s kiss, barely contained, no longer caring about being heard, lost completely in each other.
And suddenly my hands are gone from your breasts to your thighs. You’re pulled form your chair, down into my lap where I kneel on the ground, my throbbing need hard against your stomach. The speed with which you shift, raise up, and shove yourself onto my cock nearly has me bursting. It’s all I can do not to flood you right there, instead gripping you, one hand on your ass, one hand in your hair, gripping and tugging both as we take each other raggedly.
You made me wild from tasting you, and now I can’t stop, lunging up into you, spreading you thick and hot inside. Together we plunge me into you now, again and again, hands grasping, desperate. I’m growling against your mouth, then against your neck. Your cries for more in my ear echo my own need as you feel me drive myself into you in spiraling thrusts. With an animal strength borne of needing you, you’re lifted up, your ass on your desk, laid back and fucked with my mouth on your breasts, my hands on your shoulders, my need thrusting into you: strong, hard, spreading you.
I can feel you fucking back, thrusting back, your mouth open in silent cries for more. We struggle not to scream, knowing the door could open, too desperate to care. Bodies fucking, driven hard, together grinding my cock against that hot place deep inside you until you go over the edge again, and I follow, flooding you deep inside, both of us too lost to stay quiet anymore…
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