Her inexperience only made it hotter. She bobbed deeper, sucking harder, encouraged by every moan I gave her. When I felt my balls start to tighten, I pulled her off gently.
“Not like this.”
“I’m on birth control,” she said quickly, voice husky.
The words unlocked something primal in me. For the first time in my life, the thought of coming inside a woman wasn’t just hot—it was necessary. I wanted to fill her. Breed her. Mark her as mine. Not yet, though. Not tonight.
I sat and pulled her up onto my lap, guiding her knees to straddle me. Her thighs trembled slightly against mine as she settled over me.
Joss reached between our bodies with a shaky hand, wrapping her small fingers around my throbbing cock. The sight of her gripping me, the flushed head of my dick nudging against her slick, virgin pussy, nearly made me lose control right there.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, my voice rough. “Take your time. I want to feel every inch of you sinking down on me.”
She bit her lip and slowly lowered herself. The head of my cock pressed against her tight entrance, then pushed inside.
Fuck. She was scorching hot and unbelievably tight, her walls fluttering and squeezing around me as she worked herself down. I watched, mesmerized, as her slick folds stretched obscenely around my thick shaft. Inch by inch, she took me, her breathing ragged.
I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue flicked over the stiff peak. “That’s it,” I groaned against her breast. “Such a good girl. Your little pussy is so fucking tight. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.”
A soft, pained whimper escaped her when I was finally buried to the hilt inside her. Her walls pulsed around me, gripping every vein and ridge like a velvet fist. I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy.
I kissed up her chest to her neck, brushing my lips against the loose tendrils of hair that had slipped free from her clip. “You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered, stroking her back. “Breathe. Just breathe. You’re doing so well taking all of me.”
After a long moment, the tension in her body began to ease. She started moving—first with small, experimental rolls of her hips, then with more confidence. The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the quiet conference room with every rise and fall. Soft, slick, filthy noises mixed with the gentle slap of her ass meeting my thighs.
Her full tits bounced beautifully in front of my face as she rode me harder. I gripped her ass with both hands, helping her, spreading her cheeks slightly as I guided her movements.
“Look at you,” I growled, voice thick with lust. “Riding my cock in the same room where you gave your presentation. So fucking beautiful. Your tits look incredible like this, bouncing just for me.”
Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Several pieces had come loose from the clip, clinging to her damp neck and shoulders. Her lips were parted, eyes half-closedin pleasure as she moaned my name—“Sutton…”—again and again.
I reached between us and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight, slick circles with my thumb. The moment I touched her, her pussy clenched hard around me, and the wet sounds grew louder, more desperate.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come,” I urged, sucking on her other nipple. “I want to feel this tight little cunt milking my cock.”
Her moans grew sharper, breathier. Her hips moved faster, slamming down onto me with wet, rhythmic smacks. I could feel her walls starting to flutter wildly around my shaft, gripping and releasing in waves.
She came with a broken cry, her whole body shuddering. Her pussy spasmed violently around me, pulsing and squeezing so tightly, I could barely breathe. I watched her face—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, those loose strands of hair sticking to her flushed skin—as she rode out her orgasm.
The feeling of her coming on my cock was too much. With a deep groan, I wrapped my arms around her, buried my face in her neck, and let go. My balls tightened and I came hard, spilling pulse after heavy pulse of hot cum deep inside her. I kept thrusting up into her, filling her completely, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
We stayed locked together, panting, her body slumped against mine as my cock continued to twitch inside that tight pussy.
Eventually, she lifted her head and gave me a shy, sated smile. “We just christened the conference room.”
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Meetings are never going to be the same again. Every time I sit in this chair, I’m going to remember you coming on my tongue and then riding my cock right here.”
She laughed softly, burying her face in my neck, and I held her tighter, already thinking about round two.
9
JOSS
Iwoke up at 6:15 in my own bed, alone, and for the first three seconds I didn’t remember any of it.
Then I shifted my hips and felt the soreness, and I remembered all of it at once.
I lay very still under my sheet with the June morning already pushing pale light through the blinds. The ceiling fan rotated above me. The city outside my window was doing its slow Thursday wake-up—a distant garbage truck, a car horn, the muted hum of traffic on the avenue two blocks over. Everything sounded the same as it had on every other Thursday morning of my life, but nothing about me felt the same.
