Damn, this man knows how to kiss a girl. And I’m so lucky to be that girl.
We stumble backwards toward his desk and the next thing I know he has me on it. He unzips my zipper, and removes my jeans and panties in one quick motion. I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re both naked.
“I’ve been thinking about being inside you all night,” he groans as he grips his hard length in his hand, stroking it slowly.
I lick my lips at the sight. “Me too.” And it’s no lie. There’s no way for you to not think about having sex with this man when he dances on stage just for you.
I’m sitting on the desk and Damien spreads my legs. “I want my tongue all over you, starting here.” He touches the spot between my legs and my head falls back.
“You can touch me anywhere.” I close my eyes as Damien sits in his chair and sticks his head between my legs.
His mouth makes contact with my wet skin and I moan out long and hard. There’s just something about this man’s tongue that does something to me. It brings me to life. He drags his tongue along my seam, ending at my clit to nibble on it and then, he starts the circuit all over again.
My fingers tug through his thick hair, enjoying the feel of him. “Don’t stop,” I say on a moan.
The naughtiness of doing this at work isn’t lost on me, and I imagine for two seconds someone walking in. But then, Damien’s tongue works me up into a frenzy and I’m coming all around him before I can even think.
“That was so fucking hot,” he says, standing up to run his dick along my wetness.
My legs shake and Damien takes control. He picks me up, moving me to his couch where he sits down and has me straddle him.
“You’re going to ride my dick tonight. And, I need you to ride it fast and good because I need to come hard tonight.”
His words turn me on, and he pushes inside me. I grind against him, loving the feel of his full dick inside me. I wrap my arms around him, and push my breasts into his face.
“Fuck baby, I’m not going to ever be able to get enough of you.”
I feel the exact same way. And with Devonshire on the line, the thought scares me more than anything.
14
Damien
Shayne rides my dick like a champion star athlete and I try not to come too quickly. I dig my fingers into the hot flesh of her hip, and rock my hard cock up inside her. “Take my dick, you naughty little thing.”
“You like fucking me at work, don’t you?” She smiles and I grip her tighter.
“You have no idea. I’d fuck you on stage in front of everyone if I could.” I thrust inside her. “Let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” And she is mine. There’s no way I’d ever let her get away.
Feelings I’ve never felt slam through my system, making my cock heavy with lust.
“You’d really have sex with me in front of everyone?” Her eyes meet mine and I can see the desire pooling in them.
My girl likes having an audience. “Yeah, I’d show everyone how you scream when you come all over my face. I’d show everyone how hard I get when you touch me. I’d show everyone how good you take my cock.”
Shayne picks up speed as she rocks against me. “Would you suck on my breasts?”
I glance down her chest, and secure one of her perfect tits in my mouth, sucking her nipple between my teeth. “Yeah, I’d let everyone know how I own your tits. I’d show everyone how I own your body. How it was made just for me.”
“That I’m yours?”
Fuck, this girl turns me on so much. “Yeah, you’re fucking mine. And I’d let everyone in the club know it.”
“All the women would be jealous though.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’d let them all know your pussy is the only one I want to be fucking. That your tight little cunt is it for me.”
“Is it?”
“Fuck Shayne, you know it is.” I stare into her eyes. “You’re it for me.”
She leans in, kissing me and my body ramps up. “I’m about to come,” she whispers.
“Me too,” I say back.
Our orgasms explode together as we hold each other tight. This girl really is it for me.
As soon as we’ve caught our breath and dressed back in our clothes, I kiss her one more time. “We should get home.”
Her face pales at my words, and I try to figure out what I said wrong.
“What did I say?”
She bites on her bottom lip, confirming she’s hiding something from me. “It’s nothing.”
“You lost all the color in your face. It must be something.”