29. Austin #2
“Goddamn, I missed you,” I breathe, tightening my grip on her cheeks and separating them until her most intimate parts are completely bared to me.
She gasps when I spit on the puckered hole, making me chuckle under my breath before I dive in and spread the wetness all around.
I love that I’m the only man who’s ever had her this way, and that she’s trusting me to keep her safe.
“Oh, God. Austin,” she moans, her knees wobbling as I sink a finger into her pussy and gather as much wetness as I can.
I’m a little underprepared without the lube I’d normally use during anal play, but the toy is small enough for me to fit inside her with only her own arousal and my saliva.
I just have to make sure she’s turned on enough to take it, so it doesn’t cause her any discomfort.
“That’s it, baby,” I coax, fucking her slowly as I lean back in and press the tip of my tongue against her asshole. “Say my name while I eat you. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“I w—” she chokes out, the words getting caught in her throat when I brush her G-spot. “I want to suck you.” I almost come in my pants at the sound of her request, my cock jerking inside my boxer briefs as I fight to stay composed.
“I’ll tell you what,” I say, my breath ricocheting off her soaked center. “Let me get this toy inside you and make you come, then I’ll let you taste me. Deal?”
“Yes,” she replies, nodding frantically. “Please hurry, though. I’m ready.”
“Such a needy girl,” I tease, removing my finger from her pussy and circling it around her forbidden hole.
The muscle tenses instinctively, but she relaxes the moment I place a reassuring hand on the small of her back.
She lowers onto the desk, her chest now flat against its surface as I push forward and breach the tight ring of muscle.
“There you go, Baby Girl. Take it just like that,” I praise, surprised when she opens right up for me.
I give her a moment to adjust, carefully retreating before I sink back in to the same depth.
Repeating the motion several times, I wait until she’s whimpering for more, then spit onto the skin around my finger.
The second slides in even easier than the first, her body accepting me beautifully, just like I knew it would.
Pressing the toy into her pussy, I twist it around, making sure it’s properly lubricated.
She whines when I pull out, leaving her completely empty.
But it only lasts a second, then I’ve got the plug notched against her asshole, ready to push it inside.
My cock leaks precum like a faucet, the sticky wetness smearing against the fabric of my boxer briefs every time I move.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
She exhales harshly, nodding. “So ready.”
With that, I add pressure to the toy, watching her stretch around it as it disappears inside her. She moans loudly, so I pause, tapping her on the thigh with a reminder. “Shhhh,” I say. “You have to be quiet if you don’t want our co-workers to know that you’re in here getting your ass filled.”
“S-sorry,” she stammers, panting against the desk. “It feels…”
“Feels what?” I ask, waiting for an answer before I go any further. If she isn’t enjoying herself, we aren’t going to push the issue. The last thing I want is to make her uncomfortable or cause her any pain while she’s trying to figure out what she’s into.
“I…I like it,” she replies, her tone meek and unsure. “But I feel like I shouldn’t.”
“You should,” I toss back immediately, wanting more than anything to obliterate her negative thoughts.
“If it gives you pleasure, you’re allowed to like it, Paris.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone told you.
They’re not here anymore, okay? It’s just you and me, doing whatever it takes to make you come. ”
She hesitates, but I see the moment my words settle in, her expression softening. She pushes up from the desk, looking over her shoulder at me before a confident smile crawls across her lips. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes darkened with desire as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth and nods.
There she is. There’s my girl.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re taking what you want,” I tell her, rising to my feet and pressing my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. “Are you ready to have your clit licked?”
“No.”
My head rears back, a brow tugging up in confusion. “No?”
She shakes her head slowly, turning on wobbly legs.
Without a word, she removes her shirt, making me almost swallow my tongue in the process.
Her tits look incredible spilling out from the cups of her purple lace bra, the same shade and material of the panties that are currently stuffed into my pocket.
Her nipples are hard as they peek through the fabric, pleading with me to tease and tug on them until she’s soaking the floor at our feet.
But by the mischievous look on her face, I have a sneaking suspicion that I won’t be touching her anytime soon.
She remains quiet as she tugs my shirt over my head, letting it flutter to the carpet right beside hers.
She scans my torso, her eyes dragging over my chest and abs, making me feel like a god among men.
Up until now, I’ve kept myself in shape solely out of habit after decades of playing football.
But here, with every dip and valley reflecting in her awestruck mahogany pools, the long, grueling hours I’ve spent in the gym are paying off in a much bigger way.
Slowly—deliberately—Paris drops to her knees, keeping her gaze locked onto mine the entire time.
Her lids are low, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she unfastens my pants and jerks them down my thighs, repeating the move with my boxer briefs.
I’m painfully erect, my cock slapping against my stomach the moment it’s free from the tight restraint.
Her eyes flare as though she’s forgotten what it looks like, but she recovers quickly, running one flattened palm up my abs while the other wraps around my length.
A desperate exhale rushes from my lungs, and I take in the sight, my balls already tingling with the need to release.
Her hand is so small, the tips of her fingers unable to touch as she slowly works her grip up and down my shaft.
She’s exploring, passing over each protruding vein—every sensitive part of me—and cataloging the way my body responds.
But when she leans in, running her warm, wet tongue up the delicate underside, I immediately know I’m not going to make it long at all.
“Goddamn, Paris,” I mutter, hissing when she takes my tip between her lips and slides down.
My hands shoot out, my fingers delving into her chocolate-brown locks in an attempt to control her movements a little.
It’s not that I want to stop her from learning what either of us like, but if I don’t at least try to slow her down, I’m going to come before she even gets the chance.
“Nice and easy when you suck me, sweetheart,” I instruct, combing through her hair and gathering it into a ponytail with my fist. The move gives me the most perfect view, her flushed skin glowing radiantly as her attention stays pinned on my expression.
“You’re just too fucking pretty down there.
I can hardly stand it. How the hell did I pull such a knockout, hmm? ”