Far too soon, his tongue retreats, and something thick and long replaces it and begins to push hard into my body.
I look back at him. He raises one eyebrow, a wicked smirk on his face, as he shoves his finger inside me over and over again. I can hear the wet sucking sounds of him entering my body as pleasure spirals outward. I groan.
“You’re getting good and wet. I like a woman who’s ready for me,” he murmurs, and my cheeks flame. I’ve never heard that type of language outside the porn I’ve been watching.
He moves forward again, his tongue lapping at me, the feel of it exquisitely good.
How have I been without this for twenty-four years?
I shudder as he knocks my legs further apart with his bare foot, and I’m splayed out before him, stretching my brand-new underwear to the limit as I moan.
His finger thrusts into me again, crooking upward and twisting inside me. It’s a new, addictive feeling I hadn’t anticipated.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he says, standing up, and I hear the sound of his fly going down. “I don’t think I’ve wanted to fuck anyone this much for a long time.”
His voice almost sounds amused, emotionless, and I see him reach for something on the desk beside me. Moving my head to look at what he’s doing, I watch him take the lid off a small silverbowl. It’s tapered, stretching upward into a jeweled point at the top.
As he opens it, I can see the condoms piled inside. I stare at the bowl as he takes one out, the crinkle of the wrapping hitting my ears just before his pants rub against my thighs.
We’re both still fully clothed as his hands come to rest on my hips, and something huge presses against me, much bigger than his finger.
Fuck, we’re doing this now? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I try to remember all the advice I read online about this moment, forcing myself to relax and taking a deep breath, but nothing prepares me for the size of what he pushes into me.
I shut my eyes, fingers clawing at the table.Jesus Christ, I can’t take it.
It hurts. Badly, and he seems to sense my discomfort, or maybe he just wants to take his time.
He moves slowly, painfully so, pushing into me steadily, as his cock splits me open, inch by careful inch. The sharp, dragging pain is all-consuming, and I feel sweat spring up on my back as I try to let him in.
“Relax,” he whispers.
Shit. There’s no way he would have to tell one of the other girls to relax. He’s going to kick me out with my panties around my ankles for the whole office to see.
A sharp stinging slap lands on my ass cheek, and I jolt forward.Holy shit, why did that feel so good?Instinctively, I feel myself loosen around his cock.
“Good girl.”
I shudder as he pushes further into me, his fingers keeping a brutal hold on my hips as he’s finally fully inside me, his thighs pressing against mine.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
He stays completely still. I don’t know if it’s to help me adjust or not, but I’m just grateful he can’t see my face. I want this to be over as quickly as possible.
His tongue and fingers felt divine, but all I can feel now is a painful stretch and a burning sensation that consumes me. Then he pulls back and pushes his hips forward, and I cry out as I’m jolted into the desk.
His hand hooks around my shoulder as he begins to thrust into me. The thickness and stretch are overwhelming, and my body is shoved forward with each snap of his hips, my hair coming loose as he fucks me.
After several thrusts, I let out a relieved breath as the pain and the burn begin to recede, just as I read it would. But the size of him is still like nothing I could have imagined. I don’t know how big his cock is. I haven’t even seen it yet, but it feels gigantic.
“I know we have to be discreet,” he murmurs. “I can’t have you screaming so loud half the exec team comes in to stare at us while we fuck, but I still want to hear you moan for me.”
I let out a gasping breath. The dirty talk makes something inside me wake up. I want him to talk more. The idea of the door bursting open and a group of suited men staring at us sends a strange zing of excitement through me.
He leans back, his hands returning to my hips as he slows his movements. That’s easier. Better. I can relax more around him. There’s a tiny flutter of pleasure flirting at the edge of my body, wanting to explode.
As he continues to drive into me, the pain finally decreases. My body is rocking over the desk, the button on my blouse bursting open as my breasts pop out, pressing into the glass.
