“Yes, I think we can. And I owe you a massive apology, Olivia. You were right about my sister. Back in college and now. I gave you such hell for it, and I’m so sorry,” I said.
“That’s okay. I think I know how you can make it up to me,” she said, grinning.
“Oh, really? And how’s that?” I asked as I licked my lips.
She raised up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine, giving me a taste of what was to come.
“Exactly what you’re thinking,” she whispered.
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He pulled me into his body, and my lips collided with his again. I felt his cock pressing against me, throbbing, growing with want for me. I didn’t want to dwell on the past any longer. I didn’t want to think about my father or anything else that was going on. All I wanted was to enjoy the new journey I had in front of me.
The journey with a man I loved.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I giggled and wrapped my legs around him as he laid me back onto the desk. He spun me around, my legs dangling off the sides as my skirt rolled up, then sat down on my chair. I watched him lick his lips as he slid my heels off my feet. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and rolled my skirt up my body, then pulled my panties off to the side.
“Let me show you exactly how sorry I am,” Brett murmured.
I clamped my hand over my mouth as he worked me perfectly. His tongue circled my clit, and his fingers filled my throbbing pussy. I straddled his face as he fisted my hips, pulling me closer, feasting on my body as he sat between my legs. His stomach was hungry, and I was his lunch. I heard him swallowing me down. I bucked against his face and rolled my hips, feeling him pull me closer than he’d ever had.
I cried out his name into the palm of my hand as I arched my back off the desk.
He slid his hands underneath me and pulled my pussy deeper into his face. His tongue didn’t stop, and my body didn’t quit. My legs shook around his head as I panted out into the room, gripping his hair as he sat between my legs. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure he brought me choked off my sounds. I raked my pussy against his face, feeling him stick his tongue out and offer it to me in any way I pleased.
He threw me over the edge again, and when I collapsed to my desk, he gathered me into his arms.
“I love you so much,” I whispered.
“I love you, too, Olivia. So fucking much.”
He held me close to him as he shoved his pants down to the floor. Then, he sat me in his lap. I threaded my legs through the arms of the leather chair, and he inched slowly inside of me. His cock filled me to the brim as our foreheads connected. I kissed him, over and over, until I had licked every drop of me off his skin. He gripped my hips and rolled me into him as his inches filled my walls. I felt myself dripping onto his skin as our lips crashed together, and I felt myself swallowing his sounds.
Just like he swallowed mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and lost myself in him. The chair went crashing into the wall behind us as our movements grew faster, more jagged, desperate in our climb to the top. He ran his hands through my hair, and I slid my palms up and down his chest. I rode his cock, pressing my toes into the carpet and bouncing in his lap. Our lips never parted. Our bodies didn’t cease. Time seemed to stand still as Brett’s hands ran up and down my bare thighs, feeling every part of me he could get.
“Cum,” Brett commanded.
One simple word and I threw my head back. One simple word sent my pussy fluttering around his cock. I milked him, pulled him deep, felt him pumping into me as his hips rose to meet mine. My body trembled. His hand fisted my hair, and he brought me slowly back to his body. Our foreheads collided as we shook and trembled against each other, breathing the other’s air as our bodies twitched and shivered with delight.
I loved this man.
I loved him more than I could express.
My forehead fell to his shoulder, and I caught my breath. His hand ran up and down my back, soothing me as I stayed seated in his lap. I felt his cum dripping out of me and his cock resting against my walls. I enjoyed us like this, resting without cleaning up. Catching our breath and refusing to move. I finally opened my eyes and found him staring at me, grinning with a happiness I hadn’t seen on his face in years.