He growls, leaning forward and crushing his lips over mine as he pulls me down the door and starts thrusting into me with hard, frantic movements.
“Jesus. I’m not gonna fucking last. You make me feel like I’m eighteen again. You’re the hottest. Fucking. Thing. On. Earth,” he says, his hips pushing into me hard with every word. “When I come, I’m gonna fuck you again. If I can do a round three before nine, I absolutely will.”
His hands tighten as he plunges his dick in and out of me. I close my eyes, my body like a ragdoll as he uses it for his pleasure.
“Did you like the toy?” he snarls. “Did you fuck yourself with it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I want you to bring one to work,” I open my eyes, staring at him as he thrusts into me. “I want to know you’re sitting at your desk, soaking through your underwear, waiting for me to fuck you. One in the front, one in the back. I’ll call you in here when you’re desperate for it, push your legs wide open, and pull each toy slowly out of your body until I replace them with my dick.”
He comes, hard, his tongue in my mouth, intertwining with mine as he groans around it.
“No one’s ever fucked your ass, have they?” he asks, and I shake my head.
Breathing a long sigh, he shoves deeper inside me all the way to the hilt, his body pinning me to the door. I think he’s going to pull out and move away, but he stays where he is. My body throbs around his cock.
His eyes meet mine, and he looks thoughtful as he licks his lips, his hands skimming over my waist. He nuzzles his nose against my neck.
“How would you feel about getting rid of the condom?” he whispers.
I freeze, looking down at him in bewilderment.
“Sterling House would manage the logistics,” he continues. “It would have to be safe for both of us. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
The afterglow fades in the cold, clinical way he describes it. I’m about to pull away from him when he lifts me up again, pulling my thighs wide apart as his dick slides out of me making me groan.
“Did you come?” he asks.
“N… no, but that’s okay?—”
“Shut the fuck up, it’s notokay.I want you writhing for me again.”
I squeak as he pushes me effortlessly up the door. He is incredibly strong, his hands lifting my thighs to his head height as my back slides up the smooth wood. I’m balanced precariously, trying to grab onto the wall as he gives me a wicked look and then dives between my legs, lapping ruthlessly at my clit.
I melt against the door, terrified that I’m gonna fall, but the sensations are so overwhelmingly good I just try my best to balance my weight.
His hands support me as his head pushes between my legs, my feet dangling down his back, thighs resting on his shoulders. I feel like I’m floating as he shoves his tongue inside me.
I stare at the window, the whole of the city laid out for me. Without thinking, I push my hand into his hair. He groans low in the back of his throat, and I grip it tightly as his fingers claw at my legs.
Fuck. It’s the hottest thing ever. He pulls back, looking up at me, catching me staring out at the view.
“Think someone is watching us?” he asks, as his hand moves upward and he pushes his thumb inside me.
“Oh fuck,” my hips push outward, and he struggles to steady me.
“There could be a whole conference room full of people, watching you getting off. Maybe they’ve been watching this whole time while I ram my cock into you, watching as you moan for me.”
I’m shuddering uncontrollably, my hands pressed against the door as he keeps me suspended there, his thumb hooking into me, stroking the walls of my pussy.
“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum,” he pushes his thumb deeper, the stretch and the ache making me crazy. “You’ll sit at your desk, leaking onto your chair after I’ve fucked your brains out.”
He lowers me down the wall until one of my feet finally touches the plush carpet. He hitches my other leg up, pushing two fingers into my body. I moan and his free hand comes up to cover my mouth.
Leaning close, his lips touch my ear.
“I might even make you lick the seat clean.”
