Her words send a surge of desire through me, straight to my dick. Looks like I’m not the only one who carries secrets.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
Her panting becomes stronger and the flush on her face redder. “What your hands would feel like sliding all over my body. What you would taste like if I took you in my mouth. How I want you to grab my hair and force your cock down my throat. And especially how it would feel if you slide your cock inside my pussy.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I’m seconds away from shooting my load, and I haven’t even touched the woman yet. Just her words send me close to the edge.
“Would you fuck me slow and sweet? Or rough and dirty?” She continues with her tormenting words.
“Touch yourself, Charlotte. Slide your fingers through your pretty pussy lips and show me what you do when you think about me.”
I silently vow from this day forward I will be the only man she shows herself to.
Her breath hitches as she slides one of her hands up the inside of her thigh. Without taking my eyes off her, I open my slacks and pull out my cock. I’m so goddamn hard, the tight appendage pulses in my hand as I stroke it up and down and a small bead of pre-cum coats the tip.
She glides one finger down the center of her slit, ending at her clit, where she lazily flicks it. Her eyes flutter then close and she releases a deep moan that I feel all the way to my toes. Charlotte is more than a temptation, she’s a fantasy come to life.
“Look at me,” I demand roughly, and she complies. “How does it feel?”
Her throat bobs. “So damn good.” She pauses a moment as she slides a finger inside. “But I need more.”
“What more do you need?”
“You,” she breathes out on a shudder. “I need you, Bryan.”
It’s those words and the smell of her essence in the air that slices through the remainder of my control. One second I’m sitting on the chair, the next I’m down on my knees in front of her, the table roughly pushed back to give me room. Her eyes widen at my sudden movement, but the heat in her expression intensifies.
I pull her hand away from her dripping pussy and bring her fingers to my lips. Her taste explodes in my mouth as I suck her desire away. I release her finger with a pop.
Grabbing her waist, I pull her so her ass is nearly hanging off the end of the chair. I wedge my hips between her thighs and her legs open wider.
“Pull your lips open. Show me that wet pussy,” I command.
When she does so, a groan rumbles from my throat. Dipping down, I give her slit a long leisurely swipe with my tongue. She tastes fucking addictive.
Her thighs tighten against my shoulders and her fingers slide through my hair. I relish the bite of pain when she grabs my hair and forces my face deeper into her. I nip, suck, and fuck her with my tongue, before stopping at her clit and tugging it between my teeth. She squirms against my mouth, and I lap up every fucking drop she gives me.
“Fuck, woman, you taste divine,” I growl, lifting my head. “I could eat you all day long.”
Her eyes flare and she grabs my cheeks, forcing me up until our mouths meet.
I shove my slacks and briefs over my ass just enough to have full access to my cock. I rub the tip against her swollen lips and hiss at the warmth and silkiness of her.
“Please, Bryan,” she whines against my lips. “Fuck me.”
Pulling my wallet out, I grab a condom and hold it up for her. “Put it on me.”
She snatches it from me, rips it open, and starts the slow, torturous process of sliding it on my erection. I bite my tongue and force away the need to pump my hips. Her hands are so damn soft.
She wraps her legs around my upper waist. We both look down and watch as I guide my cock to her opening. The moment the tip is at her entrance, I slowly slide in, and don’t stop until my thighs meets the back of hers.
I jerk my face up to hers, to find her watching me; mouth open, eyes half closed, and biting her lip.
I pull back, only to slam forward again. Her moan, combined with the look in her eyes, has my balls drawing up, ready to explode.
Using her waist as leverage, I pull her to me at the same time I push forward. It only takes a few seconds before her walls clamp down on me, strangling me almost to the point of pain.
She releases a cry, and I lean over and cover her mouth with mine. The walls in my office are thick, but I don’t want to take the chance of Maryann hearing and coming to investigate. I’m not entirely sure I could stop if she did.