Hannah’s voice sounds from the other side.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Steele, but we just got these shipping requests in that you need to sign.”
He lets out another beleaguered sigh, and straightens. Meanwhile, I try to smooth my hair down even if my cheeks are scarlet.
“Fine, I’ll sign them now.”
He strides over to the door, yanks it open, scribbles something, and practically slams the door again. Then, my boyfriend immediately tries to pick up where we left off.
I laugh and push him away.
“Maybe we should get back to work. You’re busy, and I don’t want to interrupt.”
He shakes his head, blue eyes glowing.
“I’m overdue for a lunch break. I’ll tell Hannah not to bring me anything for thirty minutes. That’s plenty of time.”
I giggle.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Definitely. I need you.”
Marcus closes the small distance between us and kisses me once again. His tongue sweeps against mine, and I breathe him in headily. We’re not going slow and steady now. It’s time for action.
As if he can read my mind, Marcus looks down at me with a devious grin. He gently lowers me onto his desk, pushing away various knickknacks so that I’m ready for him. Then he pushes my thighs apart, and moans when he sees how wet my panties are.
“Shit baby, you’re always so drenched for me.”
Never to waste time, he yanks the lace off and tosses it on the floor before burying his face in my wet pussy. I fight the urge to moan loudly, instead biting hard on my hand. Meanwhile, Marcus licks my clit before sucking on it hard and making me squeal.
“You taste so sweet, Addy. I need you.”
My eyes flicker open as my breasts heave.
“I know, but I want it that way right now.”
His blue eyes flare.
“You sure?”
“Mm-hmm. Please.”
A ravenous expression crosses his face, and dark streaks alight upon his cheekbones. Then Marcus releases his enormous cock and spits into his hand before rubbing it up and down that huge shaft.
“Put it in,” I breathe, hitching my legs up so that my ankles are almost by my ears. This causes my pelvis to roll forward, baring both my sweet slit and my brown button for him. “I need it so bad.”
With a groan, Marcus lines his glistening member up with my anus. His eyes flicker for a moment, and I know he’s anticipating the deep, penetrative slide into my butt.
“Oh shit, baby!”
But I literally bump myself against that huge head, begging him to make entry.
“Please, now!”
My boyfriend moves them. With a low groan, he eases himself into my anal canal. It’s hard going at first because my sphincter’s tight, but then with an audible pop, it releases and he slides deep into my bottom.
“Oh shit!” I cream. “Shit shit shit!”
“Mmm, baby you like getting butt-fucked don’t you? And in my office too.”
With that, Marcus pulls out again, his eyes glowing with lust and love as he moves above me. I look up at him adoringly even as he slides himself into my welcoming anus again.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Oh yeeesssss.”
And then it happens. I come hard, my pussy and asshole contracting violently. The pressure is too much and Marcus comes too, letting out a roar as he ejaculates into my bowels. There’s so much come that it seeps out between where we’re joined, the white fluid dripping down my ass and onto his desk.
But in the middle of our passion, suddenly the door bangs open.
“What the fuck?” comes a outraged scream.
Marcus’s ex-wife stands in the doorway, her hands on her hips with an accusatory glare on her face. Unfortunately, neither of us can stop coming. Marcus continues to ejaculate into my ass, balls pumping, as I writhe and scream below him, accepting his semen like a hungry whore.
“What the FUCK?” Marissa screams again. This time, the two of us manage to pull apart for a moment, even if our eyes are still glazed with lust. Marcus pulls out, his tip dripping even as cream rises up from within my asshole to spill out onto my thighs. I hurriedly pull my blouse down and try to smooth my skirt over my exposed privates, even if it’s far too late to actually conceal anything.
But that’s where we’ve underestimated Marissa. The crazed woman pushes into the office and charges towards me like a raging bull. She literally barrels into me, and we go down onto the floor in a mess of tangled limbs and flying hair. How she accomplishes this, I don’t know because Marissa is incredibly skinny and I’m not exactly small. But she’s got momentum on her side, and I tumble to the floor with a thunk, banging my head on the edge of the desk on the way.
There’s a loud scream, and when I reach up to touch my head, my fingers come away warm and wet. The last thing I see before I pass out is Marcus kneeling before me, a horrified expression on his face.