Chapter 37
The elevator doors are barely open on the top floor before I’m half-carrying Taylor down the hall to my office.
Slamming the door shut behind us, I push her against it and dive back in, needing her mouth on mine more than anything.
It was a miscalculation on my part to think I could tease her during that meeting and not need to fuck her immediately after.
Hell, watching her try to contain herself while directing the meeting, was as much a turn-on as watching her clench her thighs together to avoid the impending orgasm.
“Please fuck me,” she moans into my mouth, and my cock twitches in my pants as she grinds against me.
“Not yet.”
As much as I am dying to fuck her senseless, I need to taste her first, drink down her release, and suck another out of her before sinking my cock into her and exhausting us both.
I lead her around my desk, swiping the contents onto the floor, not giving a shit about the mess I’m creating. “Turn around and bend over,” I command.
Taylor spins and bends at the hip, laying her chest on the desk in front of her and flattening her cheek to the smooth surface to look back at me where I tower over her.
I make a show of unbuttoning my suit jacket and draping it over the back of the chair.
Next, I undo the cufflinks at my wrist and roll my sleeves up to my elbows.
She licks her lips, desire radiating off her.
“Grant,” she begs, wiggling her hips. I flip her dress up and slap a hand down over her round ass covered by the cheeky lace panties, rubbing my thumb over the wet spot on her crotch.
“Patience,” I tut. “I’m going to take my time with you, wife, wringing every last drop of pleasure from your body until you’ve got nothing left.”
“Fuck,” she pants as I drag her panties over her ass and down her legs. She lifts a foot to help me remove them but I leave them wrapped around her knees.
“Widen your legs. Don’t let those panties fall,” I instruct. She obeys.
Grabbing my desk chair, I turn it around and drop back into the seat, lowering it so I’m eye-level with her pussy. My mouth waters at how she glistens for me.
She whimpers as I stare at her center. “Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Anything. Please just—” her words cut off when I lean forward and swipe my tongue over her slit.
“Is that what you want, Tay baby? You want my tongue on this sweet pussy making you scream for me?” Arching her back, she pleads for me to do it again. Gripping her hips, I pull her toward me and dip my tongue into her opening, sucking and swirling and lapping at her pussy.
“Oh my god, I’m close.” She shivers, twisting on the desk so that she can reach her arm back.
She grabs my hair, holding me tight against her as she rubs her pussy over my face.
I move back and forth between sucking her clit into my mouth and circling my tongue around her opening, taking her closer and closer to the precipice, but not enough to fall over the edge yet.
“Are you going to scream for me? Shout my name loud enough that anyone in this office and on the field below us knows who this pussy belongs to?” I pinch her clit, then glide my thumb into her opening before pressing it against her tight hole, one we haven’t explored but I’m curious to know how she’ll take it.
What it would feel like to slide my cock deep inside with a toy sucking her clit?
“Yes,” Taylor hisses above me, and I tuck that bit of knowledge away for later. I pull her up as she protests.
“I want to see you when you come for me. Sit your pretty little ass on that desk and keep your eyes on me. Watch what your husband does to his pussy.” I drop her panties to the floor and move her feet to the arms of the chair, opening her up to me.
Taylor slides the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts in a barely there push up bra, plucking her nipples over the lace.
Holding her open, I thrust two fingers in deep, quirking them on the spot I know will drive her wild and latch onto her clit.
She bucks up against me, fucking my fingers while I commit this view to memory.
Her hair in disarray from my fingers in the elevator, her breasts heaving, the overwhelming lust on her face, the love in her eyes as I suck her clit hard, never taking my eyes off hers as her pussy clamps down on my fingers and a shout breaks free from her mouth.
“Grant, holy shit.” Her voice goes up an octave at the end, legs closing around my head, shuttering her release. I stand, unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down my thighs. My cock springs free, already leaking. It won’t take much to get me there after what we just did.
Before her orgasm fades, I guide my cock to her entrance and glide inside her in one long hard move.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can feel you ready to come again.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Taylor chants, clutching me to her as I piston my hips in a rough motion, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
“Not a fucking chance. You’re going to scream for me one more time. Take us both over the edge, baby.”
She slams her mouth over mine. It’s messy and hard and all teeth and tongues clashing.
When I pinch her clit with one hand and grip her ass in the other driving deeper into her wet heat, she shatters.
Her walls clamp down on my cock and I come hard, fucking her in wild, deep strokes through our release.
I fall back into my desk chair, taking her with me, stroking her back and whispering lovingly as we come down. We’re both sweaty and her heart beats rapidly against my chest, matching the intense rhythm of my own.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” She grins looking up at me.
“If anyone was on this floor, they definitely heard you. You’re not quiet.”
“Neither are you.” She strokes my jaw before dropping her lips to mine in a kiss that has my cock waking up again, even though I just came five minutes ago and I’m still inside her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I’m fucking perfect. That was hot as hell, and I want to do it again.”
“You do, do you?”
“Again.” Kiss. “And again.” Kiss. “And again.” Kiss.
“Happy to help with that. Let’s get you cleaned up.
” I help her stand and watch as my cum drips out of her.
I’ve never considered myself to be someone that had a kink like that, but the possessiveness I feel of seeing her full of me has me feeling a certain kind of way.
We haven’t been careful, and she told me about the infertility issues, but have we been a little too reckless having sex without a condom?
Something we should probably talk about for the future.
But babies or no babies, I know my future is Taylor, and that’s enough for me.