7. Blake #3
And her face, stunning, with high cheekbones, full lips parted slightly, and eyes that burn with a mix of defiance and desire.
Damn, she's a vision, a temptation. And one I just can't resist.
I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and start kissing just above those pert breasts, trailing my tongue down to her nipple. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling with a desperation that matches my own.
As she arches her head back, her other hand reaches down between us, her fingers lightly curling around my dick, making it pulse and throb.
“What I said when we first met about you not being my type... Pure bullshit,” I bite her nipple, feeling the coldness of her thumb rubbing my foaming pre-cum around the hot and swollen head of my penis. The sensation sends a storm through me, intensifying the heat between us.
She moans out a, “Yeah, I know,” as she rubs my dick over her pussy, the friction driving us both to the edge.
I trail kisses all around her breasts, my tone low and gruff. “Am I your type?”
She continues rubbing my aching cock over her pussy, her voice desperate and needy. “Oh, just shut up, and fuck me, Mitchell.”
I smile as she lies back on her desk, pushing the head of my dick inside her. I lean back, holding her thighs as I slide inside her. Her pussy feels warm, moist, soft but such a snug fit, as I ease my way in further and further.
“UHHH...” she groans as her arms move, and things go clattering off her desk onto the floor.
I grind in and out, slow at first, building momentum, gradually gaining speed. Faster, harder. “Ohh, Cass... Uhhh...”
The desk starts to shake violently, and her moans are getting louder and louder, only for her to quickly keep her voice down so no one outside her office can hear. Her breathing is at fever pitch now, her body starting to shake as she starts to climax, thrashing her head from side to side.
I pump harder, faster. It's savage and frenzied, as I groan out, “Yes, yes, yes... UHHH...” I'm just about to burst wide open, so I stop, motionless.
Without pulling myself out, I lift her off the desk, her legs still straddling my waist, her knees shaking, and her arms now slung over my shoulders.
I press my mouth against her neck and kiss her, my tongue working over her sensitive skin, all the while backing her up across her office.
Her whole body’s quivering as I awkwardly lock the door, then maneuver her to the sofa at the far end and lay her down on her back.
Her hands grip my arms as I slowly start to grind into her, swiveling my hips.
We both sensually move together, and my finger goes between us, starting to rub her clit in time with my movements.
As her next climax starts, I bury myself to the hilt and relish the orgasmic clenching of her tight wet pussy.
When she finishes, I quickly pull my dick out, letting it rest on her pussy lips.
She rises toward me, levitating, trying to draw me in, but I pull back, teasing her.
“Okay, so that's how you want to play it, Buster.” She pushes me off her.
The moonlight streams in through the windows, immersing a silvery glisten over our bodies. I'm now on my back, stretching out my legs, and hooking my knees outside her body as she shifts herself into a 69 position on top of me.
My eyes flick upward to her mound, right in front of my face. I feel her blowing over my dick, sending a ripple through me, making it throb and pulse. I start kissing the inside of her thigh, my fingertip slipping between to gather her wetness.
I part her with two fingers, finding her clit and rubbing it in small circles.
“My God. You’re so wet. You’re soaked.”
“You… uhh, can blame yourself for that... oh fuck, Blake Mitchell...” She cries against my cock, the vibration sending a jolt through me. I'm lost as I feel her tongue flicking over my throbbing helmet.
“Fu-u-u-ck,” I groan, licking her clit. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against me, skin to skin, makes me shake.
As my tongue goes to work, she moans and puts her warm lips over my dick and starts to suck. Feeling the motion of her mouth swallowing me, I lick faster and faster.
Her body begins shaking, and she pulls me out of her mouth, stroking my dick with her fingers as her climax builds and builds.
“BL-AK-E, YE-E-ESS, YE-E-ESS...” her tone no more than a low cry.
She climaxes, taking me back in her mouth, sucking harder and faster. I can feel my seed rising. “OHH JESUS... UHHH...”
Just as I'm about to spill, she stops and gets off, breath heavy, turning around and sitting facing me on top.
The sight of her curves in the moonlight is breathtaking, and now she's the one in complete control as she slowly lowers herself down onto me.
I lean up, hold her buttocks, and start sucking on her breasts as my cock sinks deep inside her. She fits around me so perfectly as she sensually starts riding up and down on top of me.
“You know I want to fuck you till you pass out, Mitchell.” Her voice is sultry, dripping with promise.
My hands go to her hips, pulling her up and down. I whisper back, “Good. I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
As she rides me, I lie back down, the sensation sending me into another dimension. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, her orgasm building again.
“Uhh... uhh... fuck yes-yes...” She holds her breasts and pinches her hard nipples, her body starting to shake until she's whimpering, “BL-A-A-AKE... Hhhhnnngg.”
She's orgasming, wave after wave, as I pull her up and down on me. I don’t know how much more I can take, and with one last thrust, and no warning, I lift her off and turn her over, so she's on her back.
Leaning down, I gently kiss her lips, then lift her legs over my shoulders, and with my fists resting on the sofa on either side of her, I ease my hardness back into her warm softness. This time it's not slow; it's hard, fast, pumping in and out, in and out.
“Fucking hellll...” She's now moaning.
As I fuck her, I raise one hand, and with my finger, I circle her clit, matching the rhythm, sending her into another climax as her nails scratch deep along my shoulders.
“Jesus!” I thrust back and forth, back and forth, until I lean down and kiss her lips, softly whispering, “Cassy, Cassy, shit, I'm.... ohhh... I'm, Hmmmm...”
And with that, an amazing sensation of electric flickers and fizzling sparks ripples through my entire body, as my thick sperm pumps and oozes, followed by another, and another. Then with one last movement, I pull it out, trailing it over her pussy.
“Oh my God, Blake,” she moans looking down watching as I let the final drops of cum spill on her belly.
I flop beside her, the leather cushions of her office sofa cool against my overheated skin.
She curls into me without hesitation, pressing her damp body into mine like we were made to fit that way.
My arm slides around her, my palm flat against her back, feeling the rise and fall of every breath she takes.
We’re both slick with sweat. Her skin glistens in the low light, glowing where the moon catches it through the slatted blinds.
My chest is still heaving, hers pressed tight against it, and the only sounds are the hum of the empty building and the slowing rhythm of our breathing.
The office is a mess. Her desk is crooked. A pen is lying on the carpet a few feet away.
Her phone's on the floor. Her bra’s hanging from the corner of the chair like it’s supposed to be there. Our clothes, shirts, pants, her blouse, are a trail across the carpet like breadcrumbs back to the beginning.
The shadows stretch long and strange across the walls. Filing cabinets, shelves, the edge of the whiteboard, all thrown into jagged silhouette by the moonlight leaking through the window.
It’s quiet. Not peaceful exactly. More like the kind of quiet that comes after something loud and savage.
Neither of us moves. Our hearts still thud. Our bodies still tingle from every place we touched.
She’s warm against me. Her thigh is draped over mine, her fingers brushing lazy circles into my chest like she doesn’t even know she’s doing it.
I could stay like this. Could almost forget all the ways she gets under my skin.
Almost.
Once the rush of blood starts to ebb, once we’re breathing normally again and not trying to climb back inside each other, I speak, quiet but clear.
“So, Cassy. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”