“Guess what wasn’t part of the plan when I came in here, bad boy?” she fires. “Screwing you on the desk. But the way you’re touching me right now is making it pretty fricking hard to resist.”
“Like this?” I growl, voice deep and heavy with my animalistic urge to claim this woman.
I slide my hands from her knees to her sex, loving the confident way she looks at me. She bites her lip, silently urging me higher, closer.
I tug on her shorts and pull them slowly down to her knees.
She kicks her legs out, pointing her toes in her sneakers. I work the shorts over the sneakers and then just stare. I didn’t even realize when I was pulling down her shorts that her underwear had become tangled.
She’s completely bottomless now, her sex winking pinkly at me as she grinds her legs together in the same animal hunger I’m feeling.
“Fucking hell,” I groan.
“What?” she sasses, her cheeks coloring slightly. “Are you just gonna stare?”
“Maybe I just want to savor this moment.”
I grin like the savage wolf I am, and then lean over the desk, laying my chiseled body against her. She inhales sweetly, and then lets out a trembling breath that moves over my face.
“I’ve never wanted anybody more than I want you, Grace. No,needyou.”
When she grabs my face in her hands, I’m lost to the world. I kiss her firmly, tasting her toothpaste and then finding her tongue.
Reaching down between our tight-pressed bodies, I find her sex and smooth my thumb over her needy clit, relishing the way it sends a thrum through her body.
Then she reaches down too and grabs on to the front of my pants.
My engorged manhood shivers hotly and I let out a deep groan, reaching for my wallet, which lies at the corner of my desk.
“Ooh, somebody’s prepared,” she teases breathily as I open it one-handed and grab the condom wrapper with my teeth.
“Only for you,” I growl.
I stand up at the edge of the desk, yanking down my pants. My manhood explodes upward, a hard ridged ten-inch pole, feeling so full of tension it could just erupt.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper, voice choked, so captivated with her I can barely speak.
“Like this?” she moans, sliding her hand down her belly to her pussy, which is so wet it glistens. She spreads her fingers, prying her lips apart, flashing me more of her pinkness. “I’m so fricking hot for you right now, playboy.”
I palm the condom and slide it slickly down my twitching length, staring at her sex. When I’ve sheathed myself right to my balls, I step forward, my mind empty of everything apart from this woman.
She reaches down and grabs my cock, guiding me to her pussy.
I arch my back, driving with my hips and pushing into the sweet folds of her lips. She gasps as I enter slowly, our eyes locked on each other the entire time.
She grabs my shoulders, leaning up on the desk, biting down on my neck and letting out a stifled moan.
“Oh, f-fuck,” she whimpers. “Jesus, Harry.”
“You feel so fucking wet and hot,” I growl in her ear. “You feel damn perfect.”
“Fuck me,” she moans, kissing up my neck and finding my lips again. “Oh, jeez, fuck me hard, Harry.”
I let out a shivering growl as I arch my back harder, pushing even deeper into the sweet heat of her pussy.
She lies back and stares up at me as I pump my hips, feeling each burning inch of her body responding to the movements.
She begins to buck as the pace picks up, reaching up and dragging her fingernails down my shirt. “Take it off,” she moans. “I wannafeelyou, bad boy.”
