Chapter 27 #3
Instead, I trail my lips up the slender column of her neck and back to her ear.
"You want me to fuck you right here?" I whisper, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "In your office? Where any one of your employees could walk in?"
She shudders, a full-body tremor that has nothing to do with fear. "Yes."
I release her wrists, spin her around, and bend her over her desk. Her palms slap the desk as I kick her legs apart with my knee.
Her breath hitches, a sharp, excited sound.
I reach around and unbutton her trousers, pulling them and her panties down to her knees in one rough movement.
I'm on my knees in an instant, ignoring the ache in my side.
She is so wet.
I can see it glistening on her folds.
I bury my face in her, my tongue delving deep into her pussy.
She cries out and drops to the desk, her head resting on her forearms, her backside in the air, completely exposed to me.
I feast on her.
I eat her like a starving man, like she is the only thing that can sustain me. I suck her sensitive clit hard, then flick it with my tongue. I fuck her with my tongue, in and out, mimicking what my cock is aching to do.
Her hips are moving, grinding against my face, chasing her pleasure. She is shameless in her need. And I love it.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them to find that spot I know will make her fall apart.
Her back arches, and I know I've found it.
I rub that spot, hard, as I continue to torment her clit with my tongue.
"Adrian," she says, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Oh, God. I'm..."
I suck her clit hard and curl my fingers, and she shatters.
Her body convulses, a long, hard shudder of release. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm as it washes over her.
I don't stop. I keep licking, keep sucking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she is a writhing, sobbing mess on her desk.
Before it's even over, I have my cock out, and I'm on my feet.
I pull her hips up, positioning myself at her entrance.
I push inside her in one smooth, hard thrust.
We both groan.
I am so deep inside her like this.
She feels so good.
So perfect.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, and brace my hands on the desk on either side of her head, caging her in.
I grind into her, my hips rolling in a slow, deep circle that makes her whimper.
"You wanted this," I whisper in her ear. "You asked for this. Now you're going to take it."
She nods, her hair a tangled mess around her head, her face turned to the side, her cheek pressed against the polished wood of the desk.
I start to move.
Slowly at first. Long, deep strokes that fill her completely, retreat, and then fill her again.
She is so tight, so hot, so wet.
I can feel every inch of her.
Every pulse, every clench, every tremor.
She pushes back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke, her body moving with an instinctive, primal rhythm that is hotter than anything I have ever known.
"Your pussy feels so good," I groan. "So fucking good."
"Adrian," she whispers. "Harder."
I am only too happy to oblige.
I straighten up, press one hand to her lower back, and I pound into her. Hard, fast, deep strokes that shake the desk.
The sound of our bodies slapping together, her whimpers and moans, my own harsh breathing... it all fills the room, and it's a wonder no one else can hear it.
Maybe they can.
The idea is kind of hot.
I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, the familiar tightening in my balls. I am getting close.
I want her to come with me.
I slide a hand around her hip and find her clit. I rub it in tight, fast circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
She muffles her cry against her arm, her back arching, her body tensing.
"That's it, baby," I pant. "Come for me. Come all over my cock right here in your office."
I pinch her clit, and have the good sense to slap my hand over her mouth as she comes with a scream that is thankfully muffled, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me so hard that it sets off my own orgasm.
I come with a harsh groan, burying myself deep inside her, filling her up.
I slump over her, my body trembling with the force of my release.
For a moment, we stay like that, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction.
Then I pull out, and I can't help but admire the sight of her. Bent over her desk, her trousers and panties still around her knees, her body limp and boneless, my cum dripping out of her.
It is a beautiful sight.
I help her up, and she stumbles, her legs like jelly.
I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her close.
She rests her head on my chest, her breathing ragged.
"You okay?" I ask, my lips brushing her forehead.
She nods.
I kiss her again, a soft kiss that is a stark contrast to the raw, hungry sex we just had.
"Okay," I say. "Now, as promised, you'll behave tonight."
She looks up at me, her eyes dark and dazed, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. "I will," she says. "I promise to be a really good girl tonight." She winks. "And if I'm not, you're just going to have to punish me, I guess."
A low growl rumbles in my chest. I press my forehead against hers. "You're going to kill me, woman."
She laughs, a soft, breathy sound. "What a way to go."
My hands linger on her skin, my body already wanting her again. It is an addiction. A sickness.
And I have no desire for a cure.