Only then did he withdraw, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied hum that made my cheeks burn anew while I tried to catch my breath.
I heard the clink of his belt. It was what made me open my eyes and look at him, but the expression on his face was what had me spreading my knees, preparing to have him inside me.
"You want this, don't you? Say it."
"Yes, Boss. Please." I couldn't even understand myself.
There was no way he understood me.
But his response was another dark chuckle that had me clenching around nothing.
My core throbbed and physically ached, I was so turned on.
He hooked his fingers in my panties, sliding them down and off, then positioned himself at my entrance.
Apprehension hit me, and I stiffened as I realized we had no condom, but he said, "I'll pull out, Ms. Harrison. I promise."
Then his eyes met mine as he got serious for a brief moment, long enough for me to stop him, before he thrust in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely.
The fullness bordered on too much, but it was perfect, stretching me in ways that made me moan.
He started with shallow thrusts, building rhythm, his hands gripping my hips to control the pace. "You feel incredible wrapped around me. So tight."
He angled deeper, hitting that same spot his fingers had found, and I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on.
The desk creaked under us, but the office walls seemed to muffle everything except our breaths and the slick sounds of our joining.
I reached for his shoulders, but he caught my wrists, pinning them behind me with one hand.
"I said no touching. Behave, or I'll stop."
The dominance in his voice sent another thrill through me, and I nodded, submitting fully.
He rewarded me by increasing his speed, pounding into me with a force that shook the desk.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his silver hair disheveled now, and the sight of him losing control pushed me toward the edge again.
"Again," he commanded, releasing my wrists to grip my hip.
His thumb stretched out and pressed on my clit and I clamped down on his shaft. "Come on my cock this time."
The combination was overwhelming—his thrusts, his fingers, the way he filled me utterly.
It was so intense, I had no ability to control myself.
I came harder than before, convulsing around him in spasms that milked him as stars exploded behind my eyelids.
He groaned as his rhythm faltered, and for a split second, he thrust deeper instead of pulling back.
Warmth spilled inside me briefly before he withdrew, finishing on my thigh with a shuddering breath.
His hand stroked his length while I continued to twitch and jolt.
I let my head fall backward and my eyes fluttered shut while I let the relaxation grip every muscle in my body. That was incredible.
"Sorry," he panted. "Slipped a little there."
I laughed weakly, still floating in the afterglow, though a flicker of worry cut through it. "That wasn't exactly pulling out." Clinging onto the giddy feeling of post-sex pheromones, I lifted my head to look him in the eye.
