My ecstasy had my back arching, passion pounding through me as I recognized this wasn’t enough now. I needed more.
I needed his dick.
When I came down from that high, I saw he was watching me. At long last. His focus was off the screen, his gaze glued on me, even if it was narrowed and kind of ferocious—all the sexier for it.
“Take your panties off.”
On shaky legs, I moved back, and dropped the underwear to the ground.
“Get back on the desk.”
My eyes widened, but I obeyed. The glass was slightly warm, but still cool against my pussy.
“Grind down on it.” A slightly squeaky noise escaped me with my obedience, and he murmured, “Look at that dripping cunt.” His voice was thick. “Come here, Inessa.”
He patted the front of the desk as he pushed away. I got off the desk again, moved, on wobbly legs, around it, and sat in front of him.
“Spread your legs.”
I did as he asked, my body burning as he helped put my feet where he wanted them—wide apart, so my legs were spread—and he moved out of the way so everything was right on display out of the window.
Eyes wide and feeling like I was a deer in front of headlights, I barely noticed when his fingers began to trace my nub before they danced down to my slit. I shuddered when two digits thrust in right from the start, and when he arced them up, I fell back onto my elbows even as I kept my gaze glued right on that damn meeting.
All the people had to do was look up, and they’d see me spread, my pussy on display, my man finger fucking me.
I stared blindly ahead as he messed with me, physically and mentally, not stopping until I was creaming so hard, I could feel the juices puddling beneath my butt.
Oh God, I was going to have to sanitize the desk before I left—
“Fuck!” I screamed, my head finally falling back on my neck as he did something, touched something that lit me up like a firework. My shriek might be heard across the Hudson, but fuck if I cared.
I groaned, almost wanting to close my legs, to deny him access, but even as the thought crossed my mind, everything in me rebelled.
Why on Earth would I want this to stop?
The pleasure was agonizing, and it only stopped when he moved in front of me with his dick out, slipped between the tines of the zipper so he was entirely covered except for his cock, and he thrust inside me.
He groaned, but I let out a litany of, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I didn’t care if it was irritating, I just cared that I was full at last.
And he was fucking me.
Hard. Fast. Wet.
I could hear the squelch of my cunt around him as he shoved into me, grinding harder, better than what I could do with the damn desk.
When I screamed my next orgasm?
I hurled myself upward, changing the angle so I knew we were both going cross-eyed, as I slid my arms around his neck and brought our mouths together. As I thrust my tongue into his mouth, fucking him like he was fucking me, he shuddered his orgasm, exploding inside me as I welcomed him where he was always supposed to be—home.
Inside me.