I pulled him closer, needing more. I was desperate to feel every inch of him pressed to me. Brayden didn’t hesitate, tugging me tight against his body. He rolled his hips against mine, grinding his hard cock against my soft belly.
I sucked in a breath. He was hard. He was kissing me, and he was hard. I had to touch him. I ran my hands up his back, then under his T-shirt, seeking out all that warm, hard muscle, and back down to his ass. It was chunky, thick and meaty and oh so grabbable. I choked out a cry when he ground against me as I squeezed, kneading those generous cheeks.
Everything outside the walls of my office vanished. It was just the two of us, consumed with need. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of his leggings and dragged them down, exposing his ass.
“Please,” he panted against my lips before he kissed me again.
With one hand still on his ass, I tugged the front of his leggings down and freed his cock. He sucked in a breath when I closed my fist around his girth, and I moaned, his kiss capturing it. He was hot and heavy, thick, and as hard as an iron spike. I stroked him, getting to know his veiny length. He was leaking precum like a faucet, his cock twitching in my hand with every stroke. I twisted my wrist, my palm brushing over his glans, and he shivered, his whole body trembling. I ran my thumb over his slit to his frenulum, my finger collecting the precum beading thereand spreading it down. He choked out a cry, and I did it again, loving the way he jerked with my touch.
Man, did I want him.
He pushed me back, his cock slapping his belly as he wrenched himself free from my grip. His chest rose and fell, his lips glistened from our kiss, and his cock bobbed as he moved.
My heart was beating hard, my chest rising and falling. I blinked.
What am I doing? Oh. My. God.
"No, don't you dare rethink this."
He stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it to the floor before grasping my hips and flipping our positions so I was pinned against the desk. I stumbled, but he held tight, never letting me get close to falling. I swallowed. Our gazes locked. He whipped my team polo shirt off and groaned when he saw my purple lace bra.
“This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he moaned as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my throat and down my chest.
I arched up and gripped his biceps, needing to hold onto him as he licked and sucked on my cleavage, rearranging my brain in the process.
He tugged the cups of by bra down, and the cool air in my office was like a flame to tinder. He cupped my breasts, pushing them up and together, and I cried out when he nibbled on my areola before swiping his tongue over my nipple. Electricity shot through my body straight to my clit. I was so wet and empty. My pussy throbbed. I needed him.
Brayden reached behind me and swiped the papers off my desk. The cup of pens went sailing, hitting the carpeted floor with a clatter. He unzipped my skirt and fell to his knees, licking and kissing a path down my belly as he went.
I had stretch marks, and my belly fat was soft and generous, but he worshipped me, moaning with every inch he covered.
I tangled my hands in his hair when he tugged my skirt down, and it pooled on the floor at my feet. I’d worn matching panties today, needing the boost pretty underwear gave me.
Brayden approved, his soft and drawn out “Fuck” telling me just how much. He buried his face between my legs, breathing in my scent, and my whine was loud in the quiet office.
“I’m keeping these panties,” he said as he slid them down my legs and off my feet. He buried his face in my pussy, licking and stroking me with his tongue.
My breath caught, and I bit down on my hand to stifle my shout when he sucked my clit between those sexy-as-hell lips.
I was wet and shaking with desire.
“Brayden, please,” I begged, not even knowing what I needed.
A second later he was standing. He lifted me like I was weightless and placed me gently on my desk. I hooked my legs around his hips and drew him closer until he could guide his cock to my entrance.
I watched in fascination as he held his cock, just breathing for a moment. Then I gasped, my back arching and my hands scrambling for purchase on the desk as he thrust forward. The heels of my shoes dug into his ass as he split me open. He drove into me in one go, bottoming out and breathing hard. I was stretched wide around his girth, impaled on him.
“Oh sweet Baby Jesus. Fuck,” he rasped.
I was beyond words. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even think. The only thing I could focus on was the way he’d hit my G-spot when he slid into me and was about to do it again when he finally started moving.
He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, fucking me with deep, hard strokes. He hit my G-spot over and over, and I tightened around him. My orgasm was quick and fierce,my entire body flooding with endorphins and contracting and releasing around him. Brayden gritted his teeth and kept going, fucking me through it as I moaned and whimpered.
My breasts bounced with every thrust, and my fat wobbled. Brayden couldn’t tear his eyes away from me. He licked his lips, and my body started climbing again. “That’s it, darlin’. Come on my dick again.”
“Yes,” I hissed as I gripped his nape with one hand and tugged him forward until our lips were touching and we were breathing the same air. My lids fluttered closed, and I arched my back, another zing pulsing through my pussy.
Brayden ran his hand down my ass to my hole. I froze, and he followed suit.
