Twenty-Two #2
I press my ass into his growing hardness, making my pussy throb in anticipation. His hand rides even higher before he runs his index finger over my slit. He sucks in a breath.
“So wet and needy for me already,” he says, peppering kisses against my neck as his index finger ghosts over my clit.
I let out a moan. The sensation is everything I need, yet not enough. But the tiny sensation makes my pussy clench and the livewire inside me coil tighter.
His index finger traces light, lazy circles around my clit.
My breathing turns ragged. Every second breath becomes a moan as I roll my hips, chasing the friction I so desperately need.
But every inch I grind down, he pulls away the same distance, so I never get that delicious friction my aching pussy craves.
“Need something, little rebel?” he lowers his head so his mouth is directly against my ear, his breath brushing hot and wet against the sensitive spot, making me shiver.
“More… please,” I pant desperately.
The coil tightens in my stomach, but not enough to spring free. He’s keeping me right on the edge, and he knows it. I’m a mess of squirming, panting, and moaning for him. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this. My legs begin to tremble, and he tightens his hold across my abdomen, keeping me upright.
His index finger dips low before slowly pushing into me, my pussy opening and welcoming the intrusion, and I let out a keening moan that I’ve never heard before.
“Look at the way you open for my fingers, such a good girl taking me so well.”
My pussy tightens at the praise, and he lets out a low rumble of approval.
He moves in and out slowly before adding another finger, plunging deep, exploring every inch of me.
My legs are barely holding me up right now, everything inside me is ready to ignite.
Each time my orgasm creeps near, he pulls back just enough to stop it in its tracks, but not enough to stop the pleasure from rolling through me.
He ghosts over my g-spot, sending delicious shivers through my body.
His breath is hot on my neck as he picks up the pace, slamming into me endlessly.
Sounds that I’ve never heard before leave my lips.
He curls his fingers in a delicious way as his palm rubs against my clit.
I move my hips and grind down shamelessly against his hand, hot, breathy pants exiting my mouth involuntarily as I chase the orgasm that I know is going to wreck me.
“That’s it. Take what you need from me. Soak my fingers like a good. Fucking. Girl.” He punctuates the last three words as he curls his fingers and slams them into me, each time dragging his fingertips over my g-spot.
His free hand twists my nipple, the pain elevating the pleasure as I cry out, my hips shuddering into his hand that is so deep inside me. No one has ever touched me like this, and I don’t think anyone ever will again.
The heat in my belly spreads, and my pussy ripples as he keeps me on the edge. I’m so fucking close.
“Come for me, Kat. I want to feel it,” he whispers into my ear.
And with those words, my orgasm racks through my body. My back arches as I scream through my release. My eyes drift closed, my head falls back on his shoulder as my entire body shakes. I have no idea how I’m standing as spots line my vision, and my limbs feel heavy.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he slides his fingers out of me. I immediately feel empty.
He guides me over to his desk, his arm still wrapped around me as my feet struggle to keep up with the movement. My ass finds the edge of the desk, and he presses against my sternum, gently pushing me back so I’m lying on the mahogany.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he kneels in front of me, prying my legs open.
“We don’t stop at one, Kat. I need to taste you,” he says as he pulls the fabric of my dress to one side. The sensation of cold air against my hot pussy makes me shiver.
My breath catches in my throat. His hands tighten slightly on my thighs, thumbs brushing absentminded circles against my skin, making me tremble. It feels too much. I’m too sensitive.
“Fuck, Kat.” He sucks in a breath as he takes in my soaking wet pussy that’s now inches from his face, his lip catching between his teeth. “So fucking perfect.”
He places his hands on the top of each of my thighs, using both of his thumbs to part my pussy. I push myself up onto my elbows, watching him. His eyes glaze over with lust, and his cheeks are slightly flushed as he looks at me, completely laid bare for him.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never felt more powerful. Here’s this monolithic man kneeling in front of me, worshipping me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this sight.
He leans in closer, flattens his tongue, and slides it from the bottom to the top of my wet pussy. I quiver as he finds my clit, and my hips jerk back. I’m so sensitive.
“I can’t go again. It’s too much,” I plead, every nerve in my body is on fire.
“Let go, little rebel,” he says before he sucks my clit into his mouth with an obscene watery sound.
My body practically levitates off the desk. It’s too much. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t even hold my body upright as I fall back onto the mahogany, and I cry out with how raw I am.
He sucks on my clit with such passion, the wet sounds of his mouth and my pussy reverberating against the walls.
He quickly slides two fingers inside me, curling them upwards.
Within seconds, my body grows tight with heat again.
I’m a panting, writhing mess on his desk, and he knows it.
He chuckles against me; the sound vibrating against my clit, sending shockwaves all the way up my spine.
He gently bites my clit, and I combust for the second time, my pussy tightening around his fingers as my second release electrifies my body. I scream, the orgasm lasting for what seems like minutes before I collapse against the desk.
He plants gentle kisses down my thighs before standing up, licking his lips. “You taste like heaven,” he breathes before taking his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
My mouth falls open.
He takes this as an invitation to lean in, pressing his lips against mine in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips. I let out a small, satisfied sigh as I reach for his belt buckle. His hands wrap around my wrists, holding them firm.
“Not today, little rebel,” he says, planting my hands firmly on the desk.
My cheeks heat as I cast my eyes down. Of course.
He puts two fingers under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him.
“Believe me, there is nothing I want more than to feel your perfect pussy wrapped around this,” he tells him, a pained look on his face as he pushes my hand against his rock-hard cock.
“But the first time that I have you will not be a quickie in my office. It’ll be somewhere where I can take my time and worship every single fucking inch of your body. ”
The intensity leaves me breathless. I can’t think of any words to say, so I settle on a small nod.
I’m so unequivocally fucked.