I could see that.
I could feel that.
And the way Alivia was taking me in, swiveling her hand around the base of my dick, lips bobbing over the top, told me she was doing everything in her power to make me come.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
At least not yet.
But I was going to enjoy a little bit more of this before I devoured her.
“Just like that,” I groaned.
Her hand was on my balls, the other on the bottom of my shaft, jerking me upward, meeting her mouth. She couldn’t take all of me in, but she took enough that the only things I felt were tongue and heat and saliva and a sucking that was suddenly drawing out an orgasm way too fast.
“Fuck me, baby. You are so fucking good at that.” I rocked my hips back, guiding her off me. “But I need your pussy.”
I kicked off my kitchen clogs, leaving my pants where they’d fallen on the tiles, and I pulled her into my arms, wrapping her legs around me.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
Her lips instantly found mine, and because I knew this space better than I knew the path to my own bedroom, I didn’t have to see where I was going as I carried her to my office. I turned at the corner toward the back hallway and went through the doorway, bringing her behind my desk. I kicked the chair out of the way and swiped my arm over the desktop, avoiding the keyboard and computer, but clearing a spot much larger than we needed, and I set her down.
And that was when I realized she was wearing far too many clothes.
“Get naked. Now.”
While she went for her pants, I pulled at her tie, loosening the knot enough that I could lift it over her head, and then popped the buttons of her shirt and slipped that off too.
There was no bra to deal with, and I was so fucking thankful for that.
When the bottom of her uniform was at the base of her hips, I yanked off her sneakers and peeled her pants down her legs, bringing her panties along, dropping it all on the pile on the floor.
“Get over here.”
As I slid her ass to the edge of the desk, her legs making their way around me again, she pumped my cock.
“Alivia … yes.”
“I’m dying … I need you.”
“Then put me inside you so I can fuck you.”
She aimed my tip down and leaned back just enough to give me an opening. My arms hooked behind her, and as soon as her wetness touched my skin, I thrust in.
“Goddamn it!”
I didn’t give a fuck that I’d screamed.
Because the second that came out of my mouth, she shouted, “Walkeeer,” and I knew it wasn’t an attempt to reprimand me—she was just feelingthatgood.
Every time I slid into her, it felt like the first. I couldn’t get over her tightness. Wetness. The way her pussy bore down on my shaft with each stroke, holding me like she didn’t want to let me go.
The shock of pleasure was so overwhelming.
I rested my forehead against hers. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Give me more.”
