His fingers dig into one hip, his forehead drops to my back, and he fills me with one slow, torturous thrust, connecting us again.
The emotion I’ve been fighting stings my eyes as I feel this strong-willed, morally driven man breaking his self-imposed rules to give me a fantasy I didn’t realize I desperately needed to have fulfilled.
Every dirty scene I’ve read plays out in my head with Mr. Carlson as the star. He’s ruined me for anyone else. How is another guy supposed to compare to this man?
He pulls out slowly, making my body convulse and tense, trying to keep him inside.
He pushes in again and stills, panting against my neck.
I try to follow his lead and let him catch his breath, but I’m so close I can’t wait. I rock my hips, taking him deeper.
He grunts and squeezes my hip, trying to hold me still, but I clench and rock.
He finds my nipple again and pinches hard, drawing a surprised gasp from me.
“You’re being a very naughty assistant.” He presses his palm harder over my mouth. “Do you want to come?”
I nod.
“I don’t know if I should let you.”
I whimper in protest.
He growls in my ear, then pulls out so slowly I think I might cry from the ache.
He slams into me again, and his thighs smack against mine so loudly someone might hear. He slows to short, rapid thrusts, in and out, driving me closer to that edge again.
I moan behind his palm.
He releases my nipple and pushes his other hand beneath my dress, finding my clit. Pleasure rushes from every nerve ending.
“You like that?”
I nod.
“Did you like sucking my cock while my client listened?”
I nod again and arch my body into his hand. His fingers swirl and press as his cock drives in and out, pushing me closer with every thrust.
“You’re such a naughty girl, making me act unprofessional. Maybe Ishouldspank your ass.”
A fresh swell of arousal leaks from me.
He chuckles. “Dirty girl. You want that, don’t you?”
I nod.
“You’re so wet it’s dripping down my balls.” He holds himself inside me and rocks, pulsing his cock like he is trying to coax more arousal out of me.
He hits me at the perfect angle.
My pussy walls clamp tightly on his cock, and my hips convulse. A sudden rush of release explodes in me, flooding me with relief in soft, pulsing waves.
“Oh, fuck.” Mr. Carlson grunts, grips my hips in both hands and thrusts forward, slamming me against the desk as his cock pulses, unloading inside of me.
His palms smack the table on either side of my head as he drops his forehead on my shoulder, panting.
I lay beneath him, a sticky, dirty, satiated mess, and giggle.
