“Tell me when you’re ready to come.”
“I’m gonna come. I’m so ready. Oh God!” She was right there. Right on the edge. Two more seconds, and…
He pulled his mouth free, and the sudden emptiness when he removed his thumb left her reeling. Her pleasure ebbing, she cried out his name in protest. “Jamie!”
“Who does this pussy miss now?”
“You!”
He sank two fingers deep into her cunt, pumping them back and forth a few times before moving them to her ass. “And who does this ass want to be fucked by?”
“You!”
He started to work his way inside, slow at first, the stretch making her tingle and burn at the same time. “That’s right, baby. Youandyour body want me. Not my dick. Not my tongue. Not my fingers. Me.” He shoved deep, and she cried out in pleasure.
“It’s kind of a package deal,” she moaned, and the smack landing on her ass made her squeal while her hips bucked against the desk.Oh god, she wanted more.
More. More. More.
“Tell me who you want.”
“You.”
“Say my name, and I’ll let you come on my tongue.”
“I want you, Jamie. Only you.”
“Good girl.” He drove deep, pinning her hips against the desk and devouring her pussy while he fingered her behind, and she flew so high, so fast, her vision funneled to a pinprick, and she couldn’t process anything beyond the buzz filling her body.
The throbbing of her clit. The fullness of her ass. The cool sensation of the desk rubbing against her nipples. The sounds of her being eaten out coupled with her moans and Jamie’s groans. All of it combined, centered in her core, and burst free in a shocking wave of energy.
* * *
Heaven.With his tongue buried in Summer’s hot cunt, and his fingers in her ass, Jamie was closer to heaven than he’d ever been. With a loud cry, she came so hard she moved the desk, the wooden legs scraping over the floor as she let go of her cheeks.
Her arms flailed, knocking a bunch of shit flying. Pens. Papers. His stethoscope. Who knew what else? Who the fuck cared? His little pixie falling apart on his tongue was a sight to behold, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it.
He eased his fingers out of her, spread her open, and lapped up as much of her sweet come as he could before peppering her backside with kisses. God damn, the things he’d do to her if he had more time. “You still alive, baby?” He rubbed his hands over her glutes.
“Nope,” she huffed. “Pretty sure I’m dead.”
He grinned as she continued to lay on his desk, her upper body splayed out like she was an offering from God himself. “You don’t sound dead.”
“Trust me.” She wiggled her ass from side to side. “I’m a puddle of goo.”
He wiped his mouth and then smacked his palm on her round butt cheek. “Then my job here is done.” Unable to keep his hands off her, he smoothed them down her thighs, a slow caress he repeated in the reverse direction. “Looks like your pussy didn’t need my dick after all.”
“Wait. What?” She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder. “There’s no dick?” Her sexy pout came close to making him shirk his responsibilities. “What about you? Don’t you want to come too?”
Fuck, his girl was insatiable. And while he’d love to spend the rest of the day pumping her full of his semen, he couldn’t skip out on the afternoon briefing. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got plans that involve coming all over you later.” He offered his hand and helped her straighten, wheeling his chair back when she turned to face him. “How’s my sweet little pussy doing anyway?” He pulled her hips toward his lips and planted a kiss below her navel. “How sore are you?”
“A little.” She fixed the cups of her bra while he bent over to help her into her pants. Her hands landing on his shoulders for support as she shoved her foot into the opening, he felt a slight tremor in her fingers. “But it’s a good kind of sore.”
“Did you have lunch yet?” If she hadn’t, she’d be parking her ass in Jamie’s lap and eating the sandwich she’d brought.
“Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll grab some juice before I head out.” Together they worked her waistband over her hips, and she grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head, before leaning down to kiss him.
“What do you meanhead out?” He stood, taking his time to test the strength of his knee before putting his full weight on it. “Where is it you think you’re going?”
