“I think, no. I want you to back down there, drinking me until I’m dry.” I’m surprised by my own forcefulness as I grab his hair with my fingers and roughly push his head down in my cunt—again.
A girl knows what she wants, and I’ll be damned if I can’t have the one thing I’m so close to.
“I was right. You are a dirty little slut,” Owen says before he dives back in.
“Fuck yes, I am.”
He gets right back to work, and before I know what’s happening—he sucks my clit, nipping it gently with his teeth, and it sets fireworks off inside me, exploding and pouring pleasure all over my body. Again and again, I burst in ecstasy.
It’s so much more colorful and beautiful that I could’ve ever imagined. I moan louder and louder, and shout Owen’s name—not even caring that other people in my office might hear me.
“Fuck, Owen!”
The feeling is so intense, I almost can’t stand it. I try to wiggle away from him, but he grabs me by my legs and holds me tighter.
“Angel, you’ll want me to finish.”
And he’s right. When one wave crashes, an even bigger one swells, and soon I’m riding wave after wave of pleasure. I never want it to end.
When I’m finally spent, I let myself fall back on the desk, panting and sweating. I pull him to me and kiss him, tasting myself on him. I blush, realizing that I kind of like it. I’ve never felt this elated before in my life.
“You’re welcome,” he says, assuredly.
I playfully push him away, and then pull him right back to me.
“Yes. Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. “I’d be more than happy to always thank you if that’s what you have in mind.” I reach for my panties to put them back on, but he grabs my wrist and stops me.
“Oh, you’re not done thanking me yet.” He beats me to the lace material on the floor and tosses them on the other side of the room where I can’t reach them. “You can have these back when you’ve earned them.”
I raise my eyebrow. I should’ve known he would want something in return for his generosity. Well, if I have to thank him again, then sign me up.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, playing coy while I run my hands down his shirt, unbuttoning it gradually.
Owen stands up, and the bulge in his pants is so pronounced that I could easily stick him in the lobby and use his erection as a coat rack. But I don’t think that’s what he wants me to do.
And hell, that’s not what I want to do. Though I know I’m in way over my head.
Before he can articulate the words, I close my legs and cover myself with my skirt. “And where do you think that’s going?” I ask, my cheeks turning red. I’m horny, and I know I want him, but I’m also anxious not knowing how he’ll fit inside of me.
How am I—a virgin—going to handle twelve inches?
This might be too much for one day. But I’m not going to leave him hanging, either.
Seated on the desk, I grab him by the belt buckle and pull him towards me. Unzipping his pants, I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke the tender skin on top with my thumb. He shudders and kisses me, encouraging me to continue.
I lean over and prepare to take him in my mouth, but once again, Owen stops me. He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look me in the eye.
“I was thinking we could go through the backdoor. Doubt we’ll get caught that way.” He winks at me.
I drop my jaw. “What?”
“Every nice girl has a wild side. And I think I know just where yours is.”
Owen lifts me off the desk and flips me over on my stomach, pulling my skirt up to expose my ass. My raw skin burns against the cool wooden surface.
“Your ass is so inviting,” he grunts, spreading my cheeks apart. “I’ve been wanting to fill this puckered hole since I grabbed your tight ass on the dance floor.”
I instinctively lift it up, arching my back, and wave my ass in air up at him—just like I imagined, and a whimper spills from my lips.