Page 80 of The Little Shop of Curiosities, The Music Box Part 2

I don’t think either of us are feeling very patient right now. My cock aches as I shove my trousers and briefs down my thighs and spin around, bending over the desk. I glance back over my shoulder, giving my dick a little tug while I watch Sam put the condom on and then coat his fingers in lube.

I groan loudly as he strokes my hole and slips one finger inside me. “Fuck, Sam,” I pant.

“That’s the plan.” He leans over me and chuckles against my back.

“Hurry up.”

“So demanding,” he croons. “Don’t worry, Prickles. I’ll give you what you need.”

It doesn’t take long for him to open me up, and by the time he pulls back and slicks his cock, I’m squirming to get him inside me.

He shoves my shirt up my back and presses his lips to my bare skin, notches the head of his cock against my entrance, and sinks in.

“Fuck,” I gasp out as he stretches me wide. He stills so I can adjust to the intrusion.

“God, I fucking love these freckles,” he breathes against my back, trailing his hot lips across my shoulders.

“Sam, move,” I pant. “Please.”

“You ready for me, Prickles? Because I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want easy.” I moan when he pulls out and slides back in. “I want you to hold me down and fuck me hard.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he murmurs, but I can feel his smile against my skin. “You’d better hold on to something.”

I reach up and grab the far edge of the desk as he pulls out almost to the tip, then thrusts back in. His fingers grip my hips hard enough to leave marks, and I can’t help the sound that tears from my lips when he starts up a punishing pace.

It’s perfect.

He shifts slightly and nails my prostate head on. I know I’m getting too loud when he curls over me and covers my mouth with his palm. It somehow just makes it even hotter. I’m pinned to his desk, held down by his body weight, his hand keeping me quiet, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Granted, I was a late starter, but fucking hell. I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone the way I want Sam.

The legs of the desk scrape loudly against the floorboards, and the desk itself shifts with the movement of his pistoning hips.

So good, so good, so good, is all I can think with every pounding as he fucks me hard.

My stomach tightens, lightning races down my spine, and my orgasm rips through me with no warning. I come fast, hands free, and so hard I feel dizzy.

“Fuck, Prickles,” he growls when my internal muscles squeeze his cock.

He pushes himself up, presses one hand between my shoulder blades to keep me pinned to the desk, and rides me hard, letting out a loud shout when he comes. I can feel his cock pulsing and I know I’m going to feel this tomorrow, but I don’t care.

Totally. Worth. It.

Sam collapses against my back, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, Prickles.”

My voice is muffled from where my face is smooshed against the desktop. “I think I ruined your case files.”

I can feel Sam shaking as he laughs.

He pulls out slowly and helps me stand. I look down at a couple of the manila folders that have taken a direct hit.

“Whoops.” I wince.

“It’s fine, Prickles, don’t worry about it. I’ve got spares. As long as the notes inside are good, I can switch them out.”