"Jesus, I love how sweet you smell. I bet you taste just as sweet. Will you let me eat your pussy, right here on your desk, honey?"
"God, yes," she whimpers, falling back on her elbows.
"Fuck, you’re so beautiful," I tell her as I loom over her to pin her beneath me, the lace still wrapped around my jutting shaft, her thighs spreading just enough to bare her pretty pussy to me. I drop down on her chair, palming her thighs to spread them wider. For a moment, I sit there. Admiring her laid out on her desk, just what I’ve dreamt of for days "Jesus, that’s so pretty. Show me where you want my tongue, honey."
Maren gives the sweetest, sexiest little laugh before her fist tangles in my hair. Her other hand drops between her thighs, and she circles her clit, the swollen little pearl between her folds. With a come-hither curl, she beckons me closer, and I suck ather finger greedily. We moan together when she lifts her hips and pulls me closer, my nose nuzzling against her as my tongue curls around that aching bud.
"Morgan," she whimpers the second I spread her open greedily, sucking at her, addicted to the sweetness of her the minute it hits my lips.
"Jesus, it’s so sweet," I hum, sucking noisily as I grip her thighs in my hands tight, holding her to my greedy mouth. I start to eat her just as I promised, scraping my teeth gently over her clit, sucking down her cream noisily, my tongue fucking into her. Just thinking of my cock fitting inside her tight pussy has it jerking between us. With her panties still wrapped around my length, it’s a delicious sensation. "I could eat you for days, honey," I swear as I get to it, showing her just how much I mean it.
"Oh, yes, yes," she chants, her fingers still in my hair, her hips rocking against my mouth. "Don’t stop. I want to come for you, Morgan."
The reality of this moment is far better than I could have known. Her soft, breathy sounds, the scent of her skin, the feel of her thighs draped over my shoulders. I’ve been with a woman before, but it’s never even come close to this. Every single sense is firing. I note each twist of her hips, each needy whimper, how her thighs start to tremble as she edges closer to an orgasm.
"That’s it, that’s it, don’t stop,please," she mewls, sitting up to watch.
I smirk against her skin before we both go still. Someone knocked at the door, I am sure of it. Our gazes clash as my tongue is buried inside her creamy slit, my fingers bruising her thighs to still her more. To my surprise, she lets out a laugh that becomes a moan when I bite playfully at her clit. Then her eyes go wide as another knock sounds, before a voice calls out.
“Ms. Carter? Maren? Mr. Tomford is waiting to see you.”
"Oh fuck," Maren moans, head falling back on her desk with a thud. I can’t help it, I laugh. Face buried between her thighs, I laugh. Then I lick her good and deep, wanting every bit of her on my tongue. "Oh,fuck, yes," this is a whisper before she laughs again, shooting up on her desk.
"You have to stop. I can’t come with someone out there listening."
"No, you can’t. I damn sure don’t want them to know how hot you sound when you come, honey," I murmur, kissing each thigh as I slowly, reluctantly, regrettably pull away.
Standing, I yank her to the edge of the desk, starting to wipe my hand across my lips. I want to kiss her again before I go, but I am sticky with her. Surprising me again, she pushes close to slam her mouth to mine before I can. I groan when she reaches between us, finding my cock still wrapped in the lace panties. With her tongue in my mouth, her taste flooding my mouth, her hands work my cock, teasing us both.
"Fuck, honey," I rasp against her mouth, dropping my gaze to watch her toy with me. "You drive me nuts. We’re not done here. Not by a long shot," I warn her, bending down to kiss her again, loving the way she clings to me, the way she seems to need me the same way I do her.
"I hope not," she whispers back, dropping off the desk with a little thud. "I wassoclose, I expect you to finish what you started."
Grinning at her, I fix her skirt, smack her ass and tuck myself away. She lets out a laugh as she reaches for her panties. I swing away, tucking them into my jeans, still wrapped around my cock. "Oh no, honey. Those belong to me now. I want you wrapped around my cock. Until I can get the real thing, this is going to have to do. You sit there in that pretty skirt with that perfect pussy bare, waiting for me to finish us both off, yeah?"
Maren’s eyes light up as she pushes me as another knock sounds at the door. "Well, next time I need you, I will be sure to get good and emotional, huh?"
Flushing a little at how we ended up there, me finding her crying over something sweet, sentimental, I pause. Going back to her, I lift her off her feet, hands circling her little waist, bending to brush my lips over hers. "You can have me anytime you need me, honey. I came by to tell you just that."
Smiling up at me, she gives me another shove, nodding at the door. "Later, Mr. Brant. I have work to do," her voice is different, similar to the way it was during our meeting. Clipped, a little cold. Then it hits me—it's cautious. Careful of giving too much to whomever she is meeting with.
Satisfied with how different she just was with me, I drop one last kiss at her lips before she swats at me. Fixing herself, she settles in behind her desk, looking as prim as a bank officer ought to. Only I know the truth.
Between her thighs is aching, sticky, waiting for me to finish what we just started.
Chapter Four
Maren
I am trembling as I sit behind my desk, going over numbers.
Between my thighs, the delicious burn from Morgan’s beard chafes my skin. I am bare beneath my skirt, my pussy still sticky wet. I rub my thighs together as I recall the way his light eyes stared up at me as he licked me greedily, whispering how sweet I was, how good I tasted on his tongue.
Fuck, I am ruined in the best possible way.
Recalling how he wrapped my panties around his cock, I thrill at being bare. Knowing he is working at some job site with that lace still wrapped around his thick, hard shaft is almost enough to make me come. Jesus, he is hotter than I ever thought he could be. Hotter than I knewanyonecould be.
My heart hammers against my ribs, my breathing turning shallow as I relive how effortlessly he undid me—the heat of his touch, the precision of his lips, and the way he knew exactly how to make me come apart.
