My hands go down to your waist while we kiss, my tongue wrestling fiercely against yours. My heart is racing, all of my blood boiling as it races through my veins. Raw, violent desire - that’s the only thing I’m feeling right now. And all because of you, baby.
I take my fingers to my collar and hurriedly untie my blood red tie. After I take it off and pull it around my neck, I push you back with my body, your ass pressed against my mahogany desk. Opening my hands, I place my fingers under your ass and lift you up slightly, making you sit on the flat surface of the desk. As you sit, I use one arm to sweep away everything that’s on our path - I don’t even flinch when I hear the sound of a keyboard, a myriad of papers and God know what else tumble down from the desk to the ground.
"I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you," I say against your ear, pulling out from our kiss. I nibble at your ear while you slide one hand down my chest and over my belt, flattening it against my crotch - oh, I love it, baby. There, throbbing with an almost violent desire for you, is my massive hard cock. Yes, it’s this hard because of you.
I don’t say a word - I’m under your spell, one of lust and desire, and now there’s no going back. Not that I want to go back - not now that I feel the warmness of your body, the eagerness in your eyes.. I want this as much as I do, don’t you?.
I hook my fingers on your top and, with a simple vicious tug, I rip it open, baring your black lace bra. I’m completely out of control and, damn, do I love being like this - I’m so hard right now that the fabric of my pants is on the verge of tearing apart. You throw your head back as I grab you by the hair; you can’t help but moan as I bury my face between your breasts, my tongue tracing the whole length of the valley between your tits.
I don’t even bother with unclasping your bra, I simply hook two fingers on the cup of your right breast and pull, freeing your hard nipple. I pull on it with my index finger and thumb, and your skin prickles as I do it. With both hands you grab my head, forcing me down towards your chest; I go willingly, parting my lips and taking your rosy nipple inside my mouth. It feels delicious, let me tell you. I can feel you breathing raggedly through gritted teeth as I circle your nipple with my tongue, lapping at it with the ferocity of a man that won’t be denied. Oh, trust me on that, baby… I won’t be denied.
As I keep licking you, you let go of my head and I unclasp your bra, pulling both straps down your shoulders. The moment I feel the cups on your tits loosening, I yank them out of your body harshly, throwing the bra onto the ground before lunging at you again with my open mouth. You run your hands through my hair, pulling on it with almost enough strength to hurt me, but I don’t care - I’m grabbing your breasts, taking my time with each of your nipples.
Fuck, I didn’t know that it was possible to feel this much pleasure just from sucking on your nipples. Where have you been hiding all of my life, baby? You’re so fucking delicious that I just want to taste every inch of your body.
You start to rub your hand in circles over my crotch, massaging my hard cock in a frenzy. With my free hand I untuck my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants. Letting go of my crotch, you rest both your hands on my chest and push me slightly back - I look at you with wide hungry eyes, desperate to feel every inch of your body. With a wicked grin, I push on my shirt with as much strength as I can muster, the buttons popping up with a muffled sound and scattering around on the carpeted floor. I push the crisp white shirt down my shoulders, anxious to feel your fingers on my muscles. I know you want to touch my pectorals and abs, no need to hide that from me, baby - I’m more built than any man you have ever came across, we both know it.
You run your fingertips over my pectorals, letting them fall down the hills of my washboard abs. If I was hard before, I don’t know what to say about the state I’m in right now. Your touch just makes me go fucking delirious.
Smiling, you unbuckle my belt; I know you want to take it off and lower my pants, but I give you no time for it. Before you can react I’m on you again, my mouth tightly pressed against yours. You part your legs wide, allowing me to fit my body between your thighs. I’m thrusting with my hips already, an almost unconscious desire to feel my shaft against your pussy taking control of me.
But, lucky for you, I’m a patient man.
Pulling back slightly, I reach in between your legs with one hand, taking my fingers under your skirt and up your inner thigh. I can’t help but grit my teeth the moment my fingertips touch your drenched thong. I flick my index finger at it, tracing the contour of the fabric with maddening patience. Then, without warning, I press my flat hand between your thighs; I hear you moan through gritted teeth, and the sound of it makes me close my eyes as flames of pleasure go from my hard cock to my brain.
With your hands on my lower back, you lace your legs right above the hem of my pants, trapping me in place. Your fingers slide down my back and under my pants, feeling the tight and hard curves of my ass.
As you pull me in, I flick your thong aside, brushing the tip of my index finger over your wet folds; I do it slowly in an upwards motion, and then circle back around your clitoris with the precision of a man that knows what he is doing - because, trust me, I know what I’m doing. I rest my other hand on your knee, slightly hiking up your skirt; then, with an abrupt movement, I place both my hands on your outer thighs, my fingers grabbing at your thong. I pull it down and you lift your ass up as I slide the soaking wet underwear down your legs and heels. For a moment, I think of taking your heels off, but then I decide against it - they look good enough on you for me to want to keep them on during sex.
You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows as I grab the hem of your skirt and start pulling it out down your legs as well. You sit there on top of my desk, completely naked if it weren’t for your heels. You look so fucking perfect, and I’m aching to have my thick cock pushing through your folds and lodging itself deep inside of you… I’m so utter and completely hard that it’s starting to fucking hurt.
With a smirk, I place one hand on your chest and push you down; you lay on your back, propping your heels up on the edge of the desk as I grab your knees, making you open your legs wide. You throw your head back, your eyes closed as you wait and anticipate my next movement.
I move closer to you, my hands running up and down your side, lingering over your breasts and then exploring every single curve of your body. I lean in, my lips softly on your right knee; I go up, kissing your leg almost all the way to the waist before I take a shortcut towards your inner thigh. You gasp as my lips take a route that leads to your pussy, always avoiding to touch it entirely. Pressing with my thumb right above your clit, you just lose it - you thrust your hips up, trying to meet my mouth with your pussy, but I lay one forearm across your stomach and pin you down to the desk. You try to break my hold, but you’re no match for my strength.
I want to set the pace and you have no choice but do whatever I want.
A quivering moan escapes your lips as the tip of my tongue laps at your pussy, gently running across your slit’s length. I do it painfully slow, taking my time as I scoop your juices - then, when you least expect it, I lean forward and place my open mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly. You lift your feet up, placing your legs over my shoulders as I ravage you with my mouth; I suck and lick furiously, each time my tongue hits your clit your body trembling as if a jolt of electricity is running up and down your spine.
Your fingers run through my combed hair, disheveling it as you guide the motion of my mouth. When I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking on it, your fingers turn into claws as you push my head down. My tongue continues circling around in a per
fect rhythm, lapping at that sweet spot in you as if you were the most perfect woman on Earth… And right now, you are. And you taste fucking delicious.
I take my forearm out of your stomach and, feeling your body free, you grit your teeth and start to thrust at me, rubbing your pussy harshly against my face. You move your hips from side to side, spreading your juices all over my face as you start breathing heavily.
You try to speak between shorts breaths, but it’s hard for you, I know it. You want to tell me not to stop, but there’s no need for it - I can read your thoughts on your body, and I won’t stop. Not because you’re asking me, but because I can’t.
My tongue lashes out at your clit with unrepentant fury and, as you lace your legs behind my neck, you explode in ecstasy. Your moans tell me that your soul is boiling, consciousness drifting away from you as pleasure demands to take every available space inside your mind.
You’re moaning hard and your body is shaking; even so, I don’t stop. Instead, I take one finger and press it right on top of your clit, my mouth focused on your labia. My tongue starts to jab at your insides with vicious strokes, matching the pace of my finger. You’re still at pleasure’s peak, but I’ll make that peak grow and grow. That’s how I go about it, baby - I’ll make you ride the crest of a wave that doesn’t stop reaching towards the heavens.
And then that waves crashes. And you scream... You scream very hard. Oh, I love to hear your voice like this, high and quivering as pleasure rages through you. It’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Thrusting your hips at me, you hold me in place with your hands on my hair and your legs tied around my neck. You come violently, my tongue still jabbing at you at a frenetic pace. You keep holding me tightly until your body stops shaking, and only then do you loosen your grip. Slowly, I pull back out, your hands falling to my sides as you try to catch my breath. I lean over you and, then, my lips are on yours, the scent of your own pussy inundating you… Doesn’t it feel good to taste your flavor on my lips? You’re delicious, and you ought to know it.
One look at you, and I just know you’re ready to go again.
You place your hands on my cheeks, pulling me into you as we kiss; you open your legs wider, lacing them on my lower back, and prop yourself back up on your elbows. One of your hands fall from my face and you slide it down my chest towards the hem of my suit pants; you unbutton them with just one hand, each flick of your fingers making my cock even harder.