“What if a client comes?” she asked between gasps.
“Let them see.”
“I thought you had to be at the sheriff’s?”
“Fuck the sheriff. Anything else?” I whispered as I began to rub her clit again.
“Just keep going.”
“That I can do.”
I was overwhelmed by her, by her sweet tight pussy and her incredible taste. I’d been thinking about taking her for days, thinking about fucking her right here in my office. I wanted to smell like her, to feel my cock slide deep between her, to make her back arch and her body stiffen as I fucked her deep.
I wanted to watch my thick cock slide into her, watch her face as she moaned with pleasure.
I slid back down her, standing at the edge of the desk.
“Don’t stop,” she pouted.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the desk. I spread her, looking at her perfect pussy as I began to slide my fingers inside her.
“Oh shit, Easton,” she groaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since we first met,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d fuck this tight little pussy until you screamed my name.”
“Oh god. I’ve wanted you too.”
“I know you did. I could tell I got you wet every time I saw you.”
“Keep going,” she said.
I moved my hands and suddenly dipped my head forward, kissing her thighs. I breathed her smell deeply. “I want to taste you.”
“Easton,” she moaned.
I slowly reached her wet clit and began to softly tongue her, lapping at her juices, licking her clit so agonizingly slow at first. I wanted to drive her crazy, wanted to take her to the brink and slowly nudge her over. I wanted her to come in my mouth.
I began to lick her faster, sucking her clit and pressing my fingers deep inside her. She reached down and grabbed my hair, moaning with abandon as I worked her clit. I could feel her whole body tensing in waves as I fucked her tight pussy with my fingers and ate her clit.
“Fuck you taste good,” I said. “I love the taste of this pussy.”
“Easton,” she groaned. I could tell she loved it when I told her all of the dirty shit I thought about her.
I reached up with my free hand and felt her full breast. I kept working her like that, fucking her pussy, licking her clit, and feeling her breast. She was moaning my name over and over, which only made my cock rock fucking hard, practically begging to break out of my pants.
I wanted to fuck her then and there. I wanted to slam my dick hilt deep into her tight cunt, but I wanted to make her come first. I wanted to make her mine, and the best way was by getting her body off.
And I could tell she was close.
“Shit,” she groaned. “Keep it there.”
I kept moving my tongue around her clit, my fingers pressed deep inside her.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Stop, stop. I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I said, moving harder.
“Oh fuck. No, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
I loved that she was begging.
“You’re coming for me first.”
“Oh my god, Easton. I want to feel you fucking me,” she said.
I kept working her despite her wishes. I wanted to slide myself deep inside her as much as she was begging for it, but I was going to get what I wanted first.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear her come, make her body go tense. Then she’d swallow my cock until I felt like fucking her tight cunt, over and over.
Her hands tightened on my hair. “Oh my god I’m so close,” she gasped.
I worked her faster, tongue rolling around her clit, my mouth sucking and teeth moving along her skin, my fingers deep inside her.
“Oh shit,” she groaned. “Oh shit, Easton,” she said as the orgasm came over her.
I loved the fucking moans she made as her whole body stiffened. I loved the way she said my name, over and over, low and deep, as I worked her pussy way over the brink.
I loved how her body was mine, mine, mine to do with whatever I wanted. She was in my hands and I had the power to make her come, to beg my name.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided. I slowed my pace down, fingers slipping from inside her, tongue moving up her thighs, kissing her skin.
She looked down at me as I grinned at her. “Wow,” was all she said.
Her face was flushed, and I don’t think she’d ever looked so fucking perfect.
“You taste like roses,” I said.
Somehow she managed to blush even more. “Shut up.”
“Come here.”
I pulled her up toward me and kissed her. I thought she might shy away from her taste, but she didn’t seem to mind, kissing me back deeply and passionately.
There was still fire left in her, I could tell. Maybe she’d gotten off once, but the way she began to fumble with my belt meant that she wanted more.