“Don’t go,” I beg as you climb out of bed. But you’ve already made up your mind that you need to get some work done today.
I don’t blame you. We’ve hardly gotten anything done the last few days since I came to visit you. Emails are piling up and your anxiety has finally pulled you up out of the covers.
You tell me you’ll just be an hour or so, then you give me one long kiss and out you go. You can feel my eyes running all over your body as you get dressed quickly and leave the room.
I stay in your bed for a while longer. I’m tired. We didn’t sleep much last night. But it’s not every day I get to wake up next to you and my desire to hold and fuck you is much stronger than my exhaustion.
I need you.
So I sit up on the side of the bed for a minute and look down the hall. You’re in the guestroom sitting at your desk. I stand up slowly and quietly make my way to you.
Your headphones are in and you're about halfway through your first email. You think about calling it in again today. I mean, maybe cumming would help you focus better on work. Maybe you should go back for a little more. What’s another thirty minutes that these people have to wait to hear back from you? And the sex has been out of this world, like fuck, real good. But no, you have to get some work done and then you’ll be right back to the bedroom.
You’re brought back to focus by your phone ringing on your desk. It's your boss. You shake your head lightly and take a deep breath before picking up. You answer. His voice comes through your headphones and you fall back into work.
After just a few seconds you feel a familiar sensation. I’ve slowly and gently moved your hair aside so I could place my lips softly on your neck.
My lips press against your skin and cause your back to tighten, pushing your chest forward. You hold in a moan, quickly covering your mouth with one hand while you frantically try to mute yourself.
“Baby, no. I’m on a call. I can’t,” You let out as your finger finds the mute button.
“We can be quiet. I can’t wait,” I whisper. The warmth from my lips pierces you, and your eyes roll back as my tongue runs up your ear.
You remember where you are and who you’re talking to before your mind starts to race. Do you push me away, tell me to leave? Can you really be quiet enough? Will your boss notice? How long will this call be anyway? Wait, what did he just say? Shit, did he just ask you something?
“Uh huh, yeah,” you force out of your mouth hoping to appease his question. It worked. He continues talking and you slip back to me.
My lips travel across your ears, cheeks and neck as my hands start to grip and pull on your body. My left hand finds its way to your left ear and I pull your head to the side gently so I have a better view of your chest. My right hand runs up your side and across your ribs, stopping at your breast. I cup my hand and lift your right tit up as I squeeze it in my palm. Then I bring my thumb and index finger together to pinch your nipple just enough to make you press your hand against the cold desk.
You are mine.
Your thin shirt offers little protection against my firm pinch. I roll my fingers in small circles while keeping your nipple between them, and I can feel it get harder in my grip.
Your breathing gets deeper and longer as you give yourself to me.
The voice in your headphones becomes faint as I lift you up from your chair by your tit and head. Then I bend you over and let you rest both elbows on your desk as I kneel down behind you.
I run my hands down your side to meet the waistline of your loose shorts. My thumbs slip between the fabric and your skin and with little effort I slowly bring your shorts to the ground.
My hands travel back up your legs and rest on your ass. Then I press forward and out to spread your cheeks.
You grab hold of your water bottle on the desk as something to squeeze while my lips press against your asshole.
Every muscle in your body seems to tighten as I lift my lips, lightly kissing. They lift, then kiss again, always followed by a soft smacking noise. No two kisses are ever the same. Lighter. Harder. Up. Down. Over and over.
One last, firm kiss against your ass and you already know what’s coming. My tongue slips between my lips and presses against you. You throw your head back and close your eyes, bringing your hand to your mouth again to stop your moans.
My tongue is wet and warm. It runs in circles around your ass before you feel the pressure of it starting its way inside you. You give in and try to relax as it presses forward.
When I’ve pushed as far as my tongue can reach I start to lick. The slow, rubbing sensation inside you makes your knees go weak. So I wrap both of my arms around your thighs and hold you up against the desk. Your body moves forward a little and your tits press down on your keyboard as I lift your ass up.
My tongue never stops as I occasionally come out for air, returning quickly. My hands grab and pull on your skin, lifting just enough for your feet to leave the ground.
I lick, bite and suck. My moans grow louder as I get more aggressive and animalistic. I lift your ass higher, lick deeper, bite harder and fight for what’s mine. Then I shift your weight to one arm and let the other reach up to your tits.
I grab hold of your nipple once again and use it to pull your body onto my tongue. I pinch hard enough for you to place your hand over mine, an involuntary reaction. Then you press both hands back on the desk and lift yourself enough to push your laptop out of the way. Then you lay back down on the cold surface and let me use you.
My tongue works on you until my cock gets jealous.
You feel my face leave your ass and I stand behind you, plopping my hard, thick cock on your ass and slapping your skin. It’s warm, and the first slap makes your pussy clench.
I pull away and drop my cock down between your legs. You feel the tip run between your thighs and past your pussy. And you lift your body just enough to look down at it, biting your lip when you see how firm and shiny the head looks between your legs.
My hips move and back forth, again and again, making your pussy wet and throb.
You want it all. You want me to fuck you on your desk. You want to ignore your boss talking while you take my dick deep inside you. So you look over your shoulder at me and whisper “Fuck me, baby.”
I smile and take hold your hair in one hand, pulling your head back enough to grab your neck with my other hand. Then, with you at the mercy of my grip, I press my cock against your pussy lips and begin to push.
The pressure builds at first as you clench and suddenly releases as my head breaks your hold. You feel me slide inside you. Every inch stretches and fills your wet pussy. We moan together, accepting our roles in this carnal act.
When my cock finally reaches its deepest point inside you, I hold. I keep it there, moving my hips gently from side to side so you can enjoy the stretching sensation a little longer. Then, when your eyes tell me you’re ready I slide out to the very tip and begin to fuck you.
My cock slams deeper inside you as I get harder with each thrust. I take you. Fucking with a rhythm that builds steadily, but alternating on random thrusts to keep you guessing when my cock will fill you again. Pounding. Fucking. Using.
This is where you belong.
I don’t stop. I’m ravenous and getting more brutal with each fuck. I slap your ass and face, leaving your perfect skin with a little pink hue. I grab and pull on your tits, skin, hips, neck and hair.
Both your hands make their way to your mouth, clasping the best you can, trying to keep the gasps and moans in with each thrust.
Then I put my right foot up on the desk beside your hip to change the angle and fuck downwards on your tight pussy. At the same time I reach both hands around your neck and interlock my fingers, locking you in place.
Your body goes limp as I pull back on your neck with each fuck. You lose your breath and forget where you are. And you can feel the orgasm coming, starting deep inside you.
I can tell you’re close by your sporadic breathing so I lengthen my strokes, bringing you down harder on my cock, pulling longer, slamming you onto me.
“Cum for me, baby girl”
“I need to hear you cum”
“Cum for daddy”
You cum hard. Your body clinging to my cock as a wave of pleasure rushes over you.
I feel you cum on my cock and the sensation takes me over the edge. I let my cum go, gushing out of my cock and into your pussy. Filling you completely. The warm and wet cum seems to never stop as I convulse and grip your neck tightly.
After every drop of cum has been spent I keep your neck in my hands for a moment longer to lean forward and kiss your cheek.
Then I slowly pull my cock from your pulsing pussy and let the cum run down your leg.
You get lost in the cum. Lost in the fuck and in the moment.
“You still there?” A faint voice comes back into focus and your eyes open quickly, realizing where you are.
“Yeah, I’m here, sorry,” you say, trying so hard to not sound out of breath.
I release you from my grip and softly slap your ass one more time. Then I quietly try to sneak out before hearing you beg “Don’t go.”