Her hair falls over her shoulders, covering her breasts with just the tips of her pink nipples poking through. I smooth back her hair, revealing her round, voluptuous breasts that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.
I whistle in appreciation, disbelieving that I have Ali Kat Carter, America’s ‘Girl Next Door,’ sitting on my desk in just her panties. What’s even more unbelievable is that she wants me.
My hand snakes between her legs, her body shuddering as my fingers graze her soaked panties.
“I love how fucking eager you are,” I rasp into her ear, then lick the length of her lobe. Her body arch into me, primed and ready.
“Where do you want me?” I ask.
She spreads her legs, just a little, allowing me greater access. I know I should be gentle, the respectful lover Ali deserves, but she’s unleashed an animal from within me. I grab the elastic of her panties, tugging them roughly down her round ass. She gasps, tilting her hips up off the desk to let me slide them down her thighs.
Her body is naked and mine for the taking, so beautiful and hot under my calloused hands. Touching her feels like a scandal, a dirty dream. You’re not supposed to handle the beautiful works of art in a museum, you’re merely meant to look, watch, desire.
And let me make this perfectly clear, Ali is a work of art that my eyes love savoring. Her breasts are a perfect handful, adorned with rose-colored nipples that are impossibly hard. Her stomach is flat, except for defined lines of muscle. Her hips flare dramatically outward, well-rounded and feminine, and I’ve never seen a prettier pussy, shaven bare, with coral pink lips that are already glistening.
I inhale a ragged breath, forcing myself to take it slow and not just dive right in like a savage. A woman like Ali requires finesse.
I bury my face in her hair, smelling a seductive, flowery scent. “You’re so fucking perfect, Ali Kat, and you’re all mine,” I growl.
Her body tenses with anticipation. I love how responsive she is.
I kiss her neck as I maneuver a hand between her thighs and caress the slick folds of her scorching-hot pussy. She’s wet and wanting, her hips jerking into my hand. Her desire for me seems unreal. I don’t understand how a gorgeous woman that men drool over could possibly want me, a failed small-town mechanic. It’s straight out of one of those rom-coms she acts in.
I hope this isn’t all just an act.
Put up the wall!
I kiss over her collarbone and make my way down to her firm breasts. Her hands rake through my hair, urging me to continue.
I trace my tongue around her puckered nipples before taking one into my mouth, sucking gently. She melts beneath me, moaning her approval as my fingers toy with the other nub, pinching and twisting the sensitive flesh. I release her breasts, kissing a trail down her stomach, past her belly button, over her mons to the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, pulling her legs to rest on my shoulder. I breathe warm breaths over her mons, causing her to tense with anticipation.
The feminine scent of her arousal ignites a savage spark within me, and it takes considerable effort not to just dive right in.
God, you need to get yourself under control. Stop acting so overeager.
I force myself to slow, kissing her inner thigh, working my way to her core. Her breathing grows erratic, her thighs hug my cheeks.
I slide my tongue over her smooth flesh using slow, deliberate strokes. Nothing has ever tasted as good as Ali’s sweet pussy, which is probably made evident by my moans, and from the way her body opens for me, my guess is that Ali is just as delighted as I am.
I give a long lick up her slit, swirling my tongue around her engorged clit. She gasps, shudders, and pushes her pelvis upward, serving her sex up to me, to which I gladly partake, working my tongue around the delicate folds, licking and lapping until I hone in on the little bundle of nerves that I know will send Ali singing to the heavens.
Her hands are now frantically grabbing fistfuls of my hair as her legs develop a slight tremor. When she starts speaking in tongues, I know she’s close.
“Garrett,” she moans.
It’s like music to my ears. I want to hear my name on her lips a thousand times more. I want to hear her scream it.
“Garrett,” she rasps. “I’m close.”
I speed up my strokes, beyond thrilled with how sexy she is. Her legs lock around my neck, keeping me buried between her thighs. I could die a happy man, right here in my office, covered in Ali.
She’s close, I can feel it, and I fall into a steady rhythm. Her body trembles as she struggles to grasp onto the last little shred of control.
But I’m determined to make her lose it.
She grinds against my face, primal from need. Just as she’s about to come, I take a long, deep suck of her clit, pushing her over the edge, her hips bucking wildly in chaotic spasms as she rides my tongue to release.
“Yes-yes-YES!” she screams as her nails dig into my shoulder.
