Working my hands in unison with the bobbing of my head, I felt every beat of his heart through his throbbing length. Ryan brushed all my hair away from my face and gathered it into a rough ponytail at the back of my head, holding me tight.
The mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum was soon dribbling along the length of his cock, making my hands slip freely as I jerked him off in tandem with my blowjob. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and squeezed my thighs together at the faint sensation of electric pleasure between my legs.
I alternated with slow strokes, sucking him as hard as I could and swirling my tongue on the sensitive head, and bobbing as fast as I could, letting the ridge of his cock bump over my lips so quickly it was almost a blur. With every fiber of my being, I worshipped that cock.
With each passing moment I felt his excitement, and mine, grow. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the grip on my hair would pull even tighter, that cock would twitch, and my mouth would be flooded by his creamy cum.
I wanted it all. This time I’d make sure none was wasted.
The pull came, but instead of the sweet reward I wanted, he pulled out completely. I looked at him like he was a dirty thief, feeling the cool rivulets of our combined juices on my chin.
“Bend over the desk,” he whispered harshly.
I blinked in disbelief, but my pussy was aching for him and assumed control. “You’ll have to be quiet,” I mouthed.
“Not me I’m worried about,” he said with that devilish grin I loved.
I smiled back and stood, careful to stay crouching below the level of the cubicle wall, and pushed my chair to the side of the desk before bending over it. Ryan still had his hand wrapped around my ponytail. I looked over my shoulder and held his gaze as I reached up my skirt and hooked my thumbs into my panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh.
“As hard as you dare,” I whispered and winked.
Ryan leaned over me as I turned to face forward. A sheet of paper stuck to my hand, and I shook it off in frustration, before curling my fingers over the front edge of the desk and holding on for dear life.
His free hand came to rest on the small of my back and I could feel my skirt getting lifted by his erect cock. It touched first the inside of one thigh, and then the other as it rose, steadily approaching my pussy.
Finally, it touched both thighs a moment before that familiar hardness came to rest against my soft wet petals. Using his grip on me to help force himself forwards and keep me where he wanted me to be, my pussy stretched to a tight ring as his huge masculine presence made itself known.
I bit my lip as hard as I could, but accommodating Ryan always pushed my body to its limits and I let out a sound that nobody would have been able to identify. Was it a grunt? Snort? Giggle? Squeal? I had no idea, but I let go of the desk with one hand and clamped my hand over my mouth as my eyes began to water.
My cheeks puffed up with a sigh I didn’t dare let out and my eyes half-closed in relief when the swollen head of Ryan’s cock slipped inside me. After a couple partial-strokes, I felt his body pushing against my ass, and I was full of him.
“Mmmm. That’s my girl.”
He was speaking so quietly I could barely hear him, but every breath I took seemed to want to catch in my throat and turn into a moan of contentment or a yelp of pleasure. Ryan began sawing his thick cock into me with slow and steady thrusts and my eyes bulged with the need to scream my ecstasy.
I looked wildly from side to side as if some kind of help might appear out of thin air. The only man who had ever fucked me took his pleasure from my body once again and soon he was thrusting into me with a steady rhythm.
My face was turning bright red with the pressure building up inside of me and I adjusted the position of my hand so that my fingers were still pressing my lips closed but the heel of my hand was also forcing my chin shut. My skirt and Ryan’s pants muffled the sounds of our bodies meeting, but I was being tortured by my own silence.
I was losing my mind, I couldn’t take this much longer. Tears were streaming down my glowing-red cheeks and a window-shattering scream of bliss was constantly trying to explode out of me.
Like a soldier diving on a grenade, my pussy squeezed Ryan’s thick cock with all my might. The pleasure intensified and I squeezed my eyes shut against it.
Ryan’s hands moved to my hips and his breathing came faster as he pounded into me even harder. A humming sound grew and drowned out everything else, as my need for oxygen threatened to exceed what I could suck in through my nose.
With the humming came a brown fog that crept in around the edge of my vision, then suddenly swooped in as my pussy convulsed with a powerful orgasm. I tried to maintain control of my mouth, keeping it shut, but there was no way of knowing for sure.