Katy circles her arms on my shoulders and smiles at me, heat flushing her cheeks. “What are we doing in here?” she whispers again, still stunned by the turn of events. But her nips are hard through the fabric of her dress, and I bend my head to nuzzle one stiff point. She moans and I grin.
“I wanted to tell you how impressed I am with your work,” I rasp.
“Really?” she asks with the faint shadow of a smile on her lips. “Is this my reward for being a good intern?”
“Yes. You’ve been amazing, and I’m not the only one who’s noticed. You have been very professional these last few months and have become a true asset to your father’s office.”
Katy smiles sassily, and rolls her hips, pressing into my erection.
“You like my professionalism, hmm?” she murmurs.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. Meeting her eyes, I cup her face in my hands, and pull her close so that our lips are only a breath apart. “Baby, I like everything about you and I’m sorry if I haven’t made that clear.”
I close the distance between us and kiss Katy with all my heart, imbuing the liplock with emotion. The sexy blonde moans into my mouth and runs her small hands down the front of my chest before fumbling with my zip.
“I want you,” she murmurs breathily. “So much, Brad. You make me want to do all sorts of naughty things.”
I nearly lose it with just those words.
“Good,” I grunt. “Because I want to do them too.” Then I rip her panties straight off, groaning at how wetly slick her slit is. She giggles again and rubs it against my hardness, showing me her camel toe. Fuck, the sight of her labia spreading and caressing my rigid shaft makes me groan with need, and hot jism leaks from the head as my veins pulse.
“God, I need you,” I rasp. “Now.”
Katy merely giggles again and lifts her hips before reaching a hand around to capture my rod in her slim fingers. Then she points it at her waiting hole and slowly sinks down on me, inch by delicious inch. I capture her moan with my mouth, kissing her as she begins slowly rocking up and down, fucking herself with my cock. I shift my hips, meeting her every movement, and can’t believe how deep she’s able to take it. There have been women who couldn’t fit my length. I literally stuck out a few inches even after I’d hit their cervix, and it was a huge disappointment. But my woman is different. The girl I love is able to take my entire length and we both let out a long gasp as she sinks down once again so that I’m balls deep.
Bringing my mouth to her neck, I run my tongue over her soft skin and groan in her ear. “Baby, you feel so fucking good. I’m about to come.”
“Yes, Brad,” she murmurs. “Come in me, big boy.”
But I want Katy to go first. I nip her skin just below her ear where I know she likes it, and then lean down to suckle one her nipples. She lets out a delighted sigh and then begins to shake. Sure enough, her juices thicken slightly, and then a hot gush pours from her womb as her body clamps down tight.
“Ahhh!” she screams. “Oh god!”
She rocks faster as her pussy ripples around my shaft, massaging and squeezing as it clamps. Then I thrust up inside her once more, deep and hard, and climax spills from my rock-hard shaft. The liquid fills her and is so abundant that after a few good sprays, it’s leaking out between our bodies and smearing our thighs. Meanwhile, Katy whimpers again, her arms wrapped tight around my neck and shudders again, all the while moaning my name.
I hold the luscious woman while we give ourselves a minute to come back to Earth. She sits back on her heels and smiles at me, and I swear this woman is glowing from within. My heart is so full it feels like it might just burst, and cupping her face, I pull her to me again for another deep kiss.
“Baby, you are my world,” I growl.
She melts into my touch and returns the sentiment.
“You’re mine too, Mr. Landon.”
But then my cell goes off, and I groan.
“Fuck.”
“Let me guess – we need to get back to work?” she titters.
“Yes.” I give her one more quick kiss. “But this event is almost over, and then you’re coming home with me.”
Katy smiles winsomely, and tosses a blonde tendril over one shoulder. “Good,” she purrs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I lift her out of my lap and help pull her dress down as she does her best to smooth it out. The material is hopelessly wrinkled, and to our chagrin, there’s a wet spot on the back where our fluids leaked onto it. Unfortunately, her panties are in shreds, so they’re no help. To be safe, I tuck the scrap of fabric into my pocket so that that we leave no evidence of our rendezvous.