He chuckled and kissed my thigh.“That was all you.”
He pulled me up to sitting, and just happened to be face to face with my breasts.So, he took full advantage.He cupped them in his hands and brought them to his mouth.His tongue slowly circled and teased each nipple, making them impossibly hard.
I felt myself dripping onto his desk.I wasn't sure he'd appreciate that, so I told him, “Stefan, I'm dripping on your desk.”
I touched his hair as he let out a low laugh.“That's not a problem, Francesca.”His eyes looked into mine.“That's a goal.”He grinned.“But I can find you somewhere else to sit.If you like?”And then he pulled me off the desk and onto his lap, so I was straddling him.“Better?”he asked with that smexy devilish smirk I loved so much.
Before I could answer—
I felt him right at my entrance.“Lower yourself down.I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, my gosh.
His dirty, dirty mouth.
His hands grasped my waist and pulled me down onto him.I gave him no resistance.I was so, so wet.I slid easily.Then he started moving my hips up and down, urging me to go faster.I took his cue and moved quicker on him.He let go of my waist with one hand and grasped the back of my head.And then he pulled me in for a kiss.I tasted myself on him and smelled my musk.It was so much of a turn-on I nearly came all over again.
“You like tasting yourself on me.Don't you, Francesca?”Of course, Stefan had noticed that.He noticed everything.His hands slipped down to my behind, and he squeezed it hard.“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
I nodded as I panted, still moving up and down on him.“Yes, I love tasting myself on you.”
Stefan let out a loud breath and smiled.“Fuck that cock, Francesca.Fuck it hard.”
Oh.
Gosh.
His words.
His dirty, dirty words.
I quickened my pace, Stefan thrusting up as I lowered down.The friction of my breasts rubbing against his button-down shirt felt fantastic, too.His bare chest would have been better, but this was—different.
I instantly knew when his fingers grazed over my hip and down between my legs that he was ready for me to come.
Which was good because I was more than ready again.“That feels good.I like that,” I said when his thumb rubbed small circles over that tiny bundle of nerves.If I lasted another minute, I'd be surprised.
“I'm going to blow my load inside your perfect, tight pussy this time.You like it when I come inside you.Don't you, Francesca?”He was baiting me, and I knew it.But I also appreciated knowing what he wanted.And dirty talk was something Stefan seemed to really be into.
I couldn't blame him.Because I guess I was into it, too.
“I want you to come inside me, Stefan.I love feeling you explode inside of my pussy.”
I could tell that excited him by the way he groaned and thrust up harder into me.
There was no sense in holding back.I couldn't.Not anymore.
My mouth touched his.“I'm coming.”I told him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, ready for my orgasm to take hold of me.
“Fuck, yes.Come all over my cock.I want you dripping all over me.Do you hear me, Francesca?I want your fucking come dripping down my cock.”
That.
Was.
It.
I felt myself clench around him so hard I wondered if I was hurting him.
