Keeley #2
With one hand still on his ass, I tugged the front of his leggings down and freed his cock.
He sucked in a breath when I closed my fist around his girth, and I moaned, his kiss capturing it.
He was hot and heavy, thick, and as hard as an iron spike.
I stroked him, getting to know his veiny length.
He was leaking precum like a faucet, his cock twitching in my hand with every stroke.
I twisted my wrist, my palm brushing over his glans, and he shivered, his whole body trembling.
I ran my thumb over his slit to his frenulum, my finger collecting the precum beading there and spreading it down.
He choked out a cry, and I did it again, loving the way he jerked with my touch.
Man, did I want him.
He pushed me back, his cock slapping his belly as he wrenched himself free from my grip. His chest rose and fell, his lips glistened from our kiss, and his cock bobbed as he moved.
My heart was beating hard, my chest rising and falling. I blinked.
What am I doing? Oh. My. God.
"No, don't you dare rethink this."
He stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor before grasping my hips and flipping our positions so I was pinned against the desk.
I stumbled, but he held tight, never letting me get close to falling.
I swallowed. Our gazes locked. He whipped my team polo shirt off and groaned when he saw my purple lace bra.
“This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he moaned as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my throat and down my chest.
I arched up and gripped his biceps, needing to hold onto him as he licked and sucked on my cleavage, rearranging my brain in the process.
He tugged the cups of by bra down, and the cool air in my office was like a flame to tinder.
He cupped my breasts, pushing them up and together, and I cried out when he nibbled on my areola before swiping his tongue over my nipple.
Electricity shot through my body straight to my clit.
I was so wet and empty. My pussy throbbed. I needed him.
Brayden reached behind me and swiped the papers off my desk. The cup of pens went sailing, hitting the carpeted floor with a clatter. He unzipped my skirt and fell to his knees, licking and kissing a path down my belly as he went.
I had stretch marks, and my belly fat was soft and generous, but he worshipped me, moaning with every inch he covered.
I tangled my hands in his hair when he tugged my skirt down, and it pooled on the floor at my feet. I’d worn matching panties today, needing the boost pretty underwear gave me.
Brayden approved, his soft and drawn out “Fuck” telling me just how much. He buried his face between my legs, breathing in my scent, and my whine was loud in the quiet office.
“I’m keeping these panties,” he said as he slid them down my legs and off my feet. He buried his face in my pussy, licking and stroking me with his tongue.
My breath caught, and I bit down on my hand to stifle my shout when he sucked my clit between those sexy-as-hell lips.
I was wet and shaking with desire.
“Brayden, please,” I begged, not even knowing what I needed.
A second later he was standing. He lifted me like I was weightless and placed me gently on my desk. I hooked my legs around his hips and drew him closer until he could guide his cock to my entrance.
I watched in fascination as he held his cock, just breathing for a moment.
Then I gasped, my back arching and my hands scrambling for purchase on the desk as he thrust forward.
The heels of my shoes dug into his ass as he split me open.
He drove into me in one go, bottoming out and breathing hard.
I was stretched wide around his girth, impaled on him.
“Oh sweet Baby Jesus. Fuck,” he rasped.
I was beyond words. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even think. The only thing I could focus on was the way he’d hit my G-spot when he slid into me and was about to do it again when he finally started moving.
He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, fucking me with deep, hard strokes.
He hit my G-spot over and over, and I tightened around him.
My orgasm was quick and fierce, my entire body flooding with endorphins and contracting and releasing around him.
Brayden gritted his teeth and kept going, fucking me through it as I moaned and whimpered.
My breasts bounced with every thrust, and my fat wobbled. Brayden couldn’t tear his eyes away from me. He licked his lips, and my body started climbing again. “That’s it, darlin’. Come on my dick again.”
“Yes,” I hissed as I gripped his nape with one hand and tugged him forward until our lips were touching and we were breathing the same air. My lids fluttered closed, and I arched my back, another zing pulsing through my pussy.
Brayden ran his hand down my ass to my hole. I froze, and he followed suit.
“This okay?” he asked as he held his finger steady over my pucker.
“I’ve never done it before,” I admitted.
He groaned and slid his finger into my pussy alongside his cock, then dragged my juices down to swipe them over my hole.
He didn’t press inside like I’d expected him to.
He circled my hole, softening the muscle there with teasing touches and flirty presses.
The whole time he watched me, gauging the way I bit my lip and let my head fall back exposing my throat to him.
He pressed a line of kisses there to the tender spot below my ear and whispered, “Next time, Spencer and I are going to fuck you long and hard. We're both going to be buried inside your sweet body.”
My body went haywire, every nerve ending lighting up.
His words were like an earthquake inside me, my second orgasm hitting me with the force of a tsunami as it washed over me.
My mind whited out, and I saw stars behind my closed eyelids.
I cried out, and he silenced me with his kiss, delving his tongue deep into my mouth and exploring every corner as I panted and moaned.
He grunted, and his cock pulsed inside me. He went rigid, his big hands holding my thick thighs in place as he emptied himself in me.
I breathed, trying to slow my racing heart. It wasn't until I was back inside my body, back somewhere near the surface of the earth, that his words registered.
His husband.
Oh hell, I'd just slept with him. He’d cheated on his husband.
“Oh, God. No. Get off me. Now,” I screeched, far too loud in the quiet office. I shoved him away, my fingertips burning against his sweat slicked chest.