“You’re burning the midnight oil,” I remarked.
“So are you.”
“Don’t you have to go home?”
“I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“There’s a whole fancy keycard access system,” I said. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“I’d feel better if I were here with you,” he said stubbornly.
“I don’t want to keep you away from your family.”
“I live with them. I see them all the time. They’ll survive one evening.”
“It might be later than that,” I told him. “I still have a lot of work to do.”
“So do I.” Parker stood up, running his hands down his tie to smooth it, and walked around the desk toward me. “I feel like I haven’t given you the full range of experiences,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers through me. He rested his large hands on my waist, caressing my curves. “You can’t be having an affair with your boss and not have sex in the office.”
“That’s not the type of work I had in mind.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it when you touched yourself, got yourself off.”
“I’m a sheltered Southern girl, Mr. Svensson,” I said in my best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation. “I would never do something like that.”
“Really?” Parker said, maneuvering me against his desk. “You never once touched your pussy, stroking your clit, thinking about my big cock ramming into you?” He kissed me long and slow.
“Just once,” I said, my head listing back as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. “My pussy was so wet. I was aching for you, and all I could think about was your cock in me.”
My blouse was undone, and he pulled one of my tits out of the lacy bra, rubbing the nipple between two fingers. He kissed the nipple then rolled his tongue around it as his hands hiked up my skirt.
“How did you touch yourself?” he whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Was it long and slow, imagining every inch of my cock sliding into you, or was it hard and fast?”
“Slow,” I stuttered as he set me on his desk.
“Show me,” he ordered, locking eyes with me. He took my hand, sliding it up my thigh.
I wiggled to take my panties off.
“Leave them on,” he said.
“That’s funny, because I didn’t even take my panties off when I touched myself, thinking about you,” I whispered.
Parker visibly swallowed.
“I stroked myself real slow,” I continued, “wishing it was you, wishing you were teasing me with your cock.” I rubbed my pussy; I was so wet. I spread the moisture around, stroking my clit. “I wanted you to bend me over, grab my ass, and fuck my tight little virgin pussy with your big hard cock.” I gasped as I thought about his cock fucking me.
Parker must have been thinking about it too, because he undid his pants then kissed me hard. “I want you,” he growled, grabbing my hand.
“Take me. I’m on your desk in your office,” I said, nipping his lower lip. “You can have me any way you want.”
A condom packet ripped. He grabbed my hips with his large hands, and I spread my legs for him. Then he rammed his cock into me. I moaned loudly. Parker kissed me to stifle the noise. He pulled back out and thrust into me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, coaxing him deeper. I wanted to feel every inch of that hard cock. My panties rubbed against my clit with every thrust.
I moaned, needing more. Parker grabbed my ass and lifted me then thrust into me, his tongue tangled with mine. It was a good thing, because I was sure people could have heard my screams from the parking lot. The new angles made his cock rub against my clit every time he fucked my pussy.
I whimpered through my nose. I felt like I was going to pass out from the intense friction and pleasure. I moaned against his neck, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
“I think I’m gonna—”
