It is worth it.
Totally.
I'm dripping with excitement, teetering near the edge of orgasm.
Just when I'm ready to give in, he pulls out, only to start massaging my clit.
I'm there. All the way. The excitement of Enzo getting me off is so strong I tumble into it.
This isn't Alex.
It is Enzo.
The thought makes me soar.
And then he slaps my ass, pulls the panties to one side, and slams me down on the desk, driving his hard, thick cock into me.
I scream.
It is so, so good.
Oh, God, I didn't think Enzo—Alex would be so big and thick, and that he knew how to use it.
He inches into me, making me feel every ridge.
He is balls deep, and I'm stretching to accommodate him.
Then he begins to move, slow and long strokes.
They pick up speed, his thumb is still on my clit, and he pulls and strokes that as he slams into me, all the way, in merciless dives to get himself off.
To get me off, too.
And I'm not in some construction site.
I'm in the office, in Enzo's, and he is drilling into me on his expensive wooden desk.
I'm boneless, heating, everything in me throbbing as pleasure rises and then crashes over me in a wild cacophony of delight as I contract hard and come, spasming in my release as my legs give way.
He fucks me like that, through my orgasm, and he picksup speed as he slams into me harder and harder until he, too, cums, his cock twitching deep within me.
I lay splayed, unable to move as he kisses my back and pulls out.
"Phone?" he whispers.
"Bag," I say, still unable to work my limbs.
He licks my ear, closing around me once more. "Next time, wear the fucking shoes. And it is the same as last time. When the alarm goes off, remove the blindfold."
He helps me up, and I turn my head as he lets go. "I'm basically naked."
But he puts a finger to my lips, wrapping an arm around me as he lifts me to pull down my skirt.
Alex sits me on the edge of the desk and puts the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned.
I wait.
He doesn't say anything else.
