He drew back with a cocky grin. “Who says I’m playing?”
Leaning back, I braced my hands behind myself and arched my back. “I thought you were going to bury your cock inside me. Your words, not mine. But all I’ve gotten are a few lousy kisses.”
His jaw dropped, and I reveled in the look of outrage in his eyes. Then, unzipping himself, he pulled out his thick cock.
I leaned back a little more, smiling. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Hunter wasted no time with niceties. He rolled on a condom, then gripping my thighs, he pushed forward into my aching pussy.
I closed my eyes and tipped back my head, letting out a throaty groan. His thick cock inside me was like an itch being scratched, and when he started to move in short, rough thrusts, my nerves felt alive.
“That’s… all you got…” I grunted between thrusts.
He pulled me into a kiss, and I wrapped myself around him, holding on to the edge of the desk so that my ass didn’t scoot off. My toes curled as he hit the perfect spot inside me. I cried out, tensing, inner muscles tightening around him.
I came a few moments later, him following behind, but as I came down, I knew that as good as it had been… it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Hunter kissed me, tongue tracing my lips. “I think that hit every fantasy I ever had about fucking you in your office,” he said mildly.
“Mm.”
He grinned. “You had the same fantasy. I know you did. You so wanted me to fuck you in your office.”
I squirmed.
His hands were back, caressing me. “Admit it.”
“Fine,” I hissed, nipping his lower lip. “But it wasn’t supposed to go exactly like this.”
His eyes widened in slight surprise. He gazed at me, working his jaw slightly. “How did it go?”
“Er… doggy style behind the desk?”
“That can be arranged.”
“Well, I mean…” I swallowed.
“Was it rough?” he asked me in a low voice.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
His hand tangled in my hair. He pulled more forward, not hard but not softly either.
“Get on the floor,” he said, tension in his voice.
I was immediately wet and ready for him. I let him push me to the floor so I was resting on my hands and knees. My pussy was aching for him.
“Come on,” I hissed, looking over my shoulder back at him. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?”
He smirked. “Just enjoying the view.” Then, kneeling behind me, he brought the flat of his hand across my right butt cheek.
Crack!
I jumped in surprise and then let out a low, throaty moan. The sting on my ass was a bright counterpoint to the arousal building in my middle.
“You like that, don’t you?” Hunter leaned forward with his hands on my hips. I felt the head of his cock press teasingly against the entrance of my hole.
“Yes,” I groaned through slightly gritted teeth. I wasn’t usually one for hard-core spanking, but a little every once in a while hit the spot. Literally.
