Dalton
Now, while I really wasn’t looking to get fired, I wanted Leandra bad enough to risk it. Granted, Ricki wasn’t the type of boss to lose her shit over something like this, but there’d definitely be a stern talking to, no doubt.
Sliding my hands up beneath Leandra’s skirt, her skin felt tantalizingly soft against my palms, and her scent really was a subtle and feminine one.
She smelled like a comfort that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
I could admit that I hadn’t been happy with the thought of not seeing her tonight, and though I hated the reason why she’d felt like coming down here, I was still glad as fuck to have her with me right now.
“Lie back, baby,” I instructed, not caring that I was going to have to clean my table all over again. “Lie back and show me what’s mine.”
More than willing to obey, Leandra did as I’d asked, draping that incredible body of hers over my worktable, making me want to get out my phone to take a picture of her like this.
However, as much as I wanted to, I’d never keep risqué photos of her on my phone, with or without the lock features.
Still, maybe a photo shoot of her on a digital camera might do the job.
Pushing her skirt up around her waist, the sight of her green panties with little tomatoes all over them brought an instant smile to my face.
She hadn’t chosen this pair of underwear to seduce me, and I liked that she hadn’t come here for that.
I liked that she had come to see me just because she’d needed to see me.
I reached for her panties, and Leandra was helpful enough to lift her ass for me, so that I could pull them down over her legs. Once I had them off, I slid them over my wrist, letting them hang from my arm like a fucking victory flag.
Letting her scent wash all over me, I grabbed her hips, then pulled her to the edge of the table, placing her exactly where I needed her. Leandra’s legs were spread wide for me, and her pussy was the only thing that I could see, begging me to play with it.
“I’ll never get tired of this view, baby,” I told her. “If I had the space to tattoo it on my chest, I would.”
That got a chuckle out of her. “I’ll settle for you appreciating it in private.”
That was the plan.
Setting Leandra’s legs over my shoulders, I let her moans fill the quiet shop as I kissed the inside of her left thigh, peppering her softly with my lips.
I let her scent and presence take over one of my favorite places in the world, and I knew that I was never going to be able to walk into this shop ever again without having a part of her with me.
Staring at the glistening paradise before me, I inhaled deeply before finally allowing myself a taste.
With her ass in my hands, I slid my tongue through her plump pussy lips, and every single tastebud in my mouth exploded like illegal fireworks.
With her scent driving me crazy, and her pussy leaking for me, I felt out of my mind with how much I wanted to fuck her on my table.
I wanted a piece of her here with me whenever she couldn’t be near, and I couldn’t think of a better way to make that happen.
“Oh, God...” she whimpered as my tongue went to her clit, her body jerking as soon as I applied pressure. “Dalton...”
Now, while I would have loved to eat her out until the sun came up, I was still very aware of where we were, and though the shop was closed, that didn’t mean that any of the others couldn’t still stop by randomly.
We were always in and out of this place, forgetting stuff, and the last thing that I wanted was for anyone to see Leandra like this.
Though I had no problems with public fucking, none of my co-workers needed to know us this intimately.
So, much to my regret, I was going to have to wait until we got home to make her cum with my tongue. Of course, I planned on using my dick to make up for it, but I never wanted Leandra to feel cheated when we were together like this.
Pulling back, I slid two fingers inside her tight cunt as I said, “As much as I want to keep eating you out, we don’t have much time, baby.”
“That’s fine...” she panted. “I can wait...”
With her quick permission, I stood up, then freed myself in record time. With her flavor still dancing along my tastebuds, I planted both of her feet on the edge of the table, letting her knees fall back to give me a perfect view of her sweetness.
My mouth watered as I looked my fill, and Leandra really did have a pretty pussy.
While I hadn’t ever really paid that much attention before, since I was going to be licking this one for the rest of my life, I was beginning to become familiar with every little detail, and I really would tattoo it on my chest if I had room or the idea didn’t horrify her.
Grabbing the base of my dick, I nudged her opening with the head, then slid right on in as we both moaned this time.
Her slickness hit my ears like a drum as her heat made me go cross-eyed.
Not only was she nice and tight, but my piercing really did intensify things in a way that was hard to explain but easy to enjoy.
“God, Dalton...” she groaned, her back arching as her legs wrapped around my waist. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that...”
“You like that, baby?” I teased. “You like that little barbell of steel making you feel good?”
“Yes...” she whimpered. “God, yes...”
With her skirt bunched up around her waist, Leandra looked wanton and obscene, her knees hanging open as my cock split her cunt in half, and it was a vision that wasn’t ever going to go away.
I was always going to remember this night, and I was never going to forget what Leandra looked like as the first and only woman to ever be on my table like this.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” I grunted as my hips moved in a rhythm as old as time. “I love watching my dick stretch you open, baby.”
“Don’t stop...” she begged, barely getting the words out. “Please...Dalton...”
Pushing her knees back, when her ass lifted off the table, I pressed my weight on her a bit more. “When we get home, I’m fucking your ass,” I told her, the sounds of the table creaking rattling around the room. “I’m going to eat that sweet ass, then bury my cock deep inside you, Leandra.”
“Oh, God...” she choked out, her pussy clenching around my dick. “Oh, Christ...”
“Say yes,” I ordered as my hips began moving faster. “Say yes, baby.”
“Dalton...”
Letting go of one of her knees, my hand went straight in between her legs, and my thumb started thrumming on her clit, the rush to get home a serious one.
“Tell me that you want me in your ass,” I said as her cries got louder.
“Tell me that I can bend you over and do fucking filthy things to you, baby.”
Leandra’s hands grabbed the edge of the table, and I watched as she threw her head back, taking everything that I was giving her, and if I had to buy a new table, so be it. This moment was worth whatever happened next, and I really was never going to get tired of watching this woman cum for me.
“That’s it,” I grunted. “Take your man’s dick like a good girl. Show me what a slut you are for me, baby.”
“Dalton...oh, God...don’t stop...” she begged, her voice breaking a bit. “Please, don’t stop...”
“Fuck, I can’t wait to own all of you,” I said as her orgasm finally took over, her body shivering deliciously around me.
Needing to follow her, I grabbed both her knees, pushed them back again, then began railing into her with enough force to move the table, but I didn’t care. I needed to get Leandra home, and I wasn’t about to walk out of here with a hard dick when her pussy felt so fucking good.
“Oh, God...” she whimpered as her tremors began to subside. “Oh, God...so good...”
My eyes stayed glued to where my cock was opening her wide, and it wasn’t long before my back was straightening, a fierce spike of pleasure hitting me with enough force to make me grunt viciously with my release.
Ropes of cum shot from my cock, and knowing that I was coating this woman’s womb did wild fucking things to my brain.
“Fuck, Leandra,” I hissed, my hips moving against her in a way that I never wanted to stop. “You’re so fucking good for me, baby.”
Instead of praising me back, Leandra took each thrust, her hands still gripping the edges of the table, and she looked so fucking stunning that there was no way that we weren’t going to be moving in together as soon as possible. I wanted this every night, and I wanted it with her.
Once my dick began to soften, I let go of her knees, then leaned over to kiss her cheek. Even though this was far from any kind of a romantic setting, I just needed to kiss the fucking girl.
“Ready to go home?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes closed, her body done for.
“We’re not going home to sleep, Leandra,” I warned her.
“I know,” she replied tiredly, and maybe we were after all.