He pulled away from me and looked deep into my eyes. “If you think for one second that I didn’t premeditate coming in here, bending you over this desk, and railing you within an inch of your life, you’ve lost all touch with reality.”
I whimpered, overwhelmed at the thought as his face disappeared between my legs again.
“Open your shirt and show me those tits, Annabelle. Rub them real good for me while I work on this pussy.”
I obeyed, looking at him, a man in a suit bowing before me. He was ordering me around, but all with the goal of making me let go for a while. I put my heel on his shoulder and the visual wasincredible. He turned away from my pussy and quickly licked the length of my heel.
“My God, Nick,” I whispered. He continued lapping at me, making a wet spot on my office chair. I thrust into his face, gripping his hair for leverage. The intensity became too much, my hand over my mouth as Nick brought me to the edge.
“Fuck me over it, please, baby.”
“Up. Bend over.” Touching the back of his hand to his mouth, he stood, helping me up and moving me to the side of my desk. With one clean swipe, he cleared the top of my desk, sending the few files and my cute pink clickety-clacking keyboard flying.
Nick grabbed me by my polished ponytail, steering me so that my front pressed into the top of my desk. “This is mighty convenient.”
I mewled out his name as he shoved my skirt to my waist, working my panties down my legs. “I said you had to be quiet, Annabelle. What’s going to happen if you don’t?”
A smirk crossed my lips and my stomach leapt at the thought, his hand holding my underwear against mine on the desk. “Panties in my mouth.”
“That’s right,” he cooed, tugging me more upright. “Now let me fuck you like the slut you love to be for me.”
His hands roved over my ass, sinking his fingers into my flesh until I could swear I’d have little pinpoint bruises. “I wanna spank this ass so bad, but people will hear.”
“Just fuck me, Nick,” I begged.
He slapped my clit with his cock to my sigh, my head tilting up. I looked back to find him watching himself go in, disbelief on his face. His first thrusts were gentle, exploratory, letting me adjust to his fullness.
“You’ve been needing me to come make it right, haven’t you, angel?”
“Yes. I need you.”
“You need this cock filling up your aching pussy, don’t you,baby?”
“Faster, harder, please,” I practically cried.
“Oh, you want it faster? What would people think, Annie? To know that the golden girl is so needy, wanting my balls slapping her pussy when she’s all bent over her desk, desperate to be a good girl for me? Because what you’re gonna get is slow, and deep, and hard, so we don’t let everybody in this office know just how good you take it.”
“Nick,” I whined as I rubbed my clit.
“Yeah, touch yourself, baby. I wanna feel every bit of you milking my cock.”
His pace was steady, but as he promised, not fast. Smacking sex sounds wouldn’t help our case. My edge crept closer with each thrust, one of his hands folded into the bend of my hip and the other holding me back by my elbow. I moaned his name again.
“That’s it, Annie. Let go, baby. Let me have it, because you’re going to be leaking me the rest of the day, thinking about how good I gave it to you.”
I couldn’t find my breath, wrenched from me as my orgasm worked over me, starting at my toes. Nick leaned over my back to coo in my ear about how good I was doing. Then he was shifting items on my desk again.
“Turn over, angel. I want to look in your eyes while I lose it.”
I laid back on the desk and brought my legs up. “Come inside me. Please, Nick.”
He tugged my thighs into his arms, my hips dangling off the desk.
“So pretty spread out for me, Annabelle. So pretty.”
Sweat beaded his brow, a curl of hair falling over his forehead as he found his edge.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, and when I did, he stilled, his eyes going hazy and a smaller orgasm rolling through me.
