of his hands that I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold out. And when he continued to tease me with his words, I thought that I might burst if we didn’t get out of there—and quickly.
But we did, because the closer I got, the more he teased, and the more I reciprocated. And by the end of it, we were both panting and swollen with arousal.
How we made it to his office without anyone noticing his excitement, or my flushing cheeks, I would never know, but I did know that as soon as we were in and the doors were closed, it was on.
We were animals once again, and the only thing that mattered was release. I needed it. He needed it. We both needed it. All that damned teasing was almost too much to handle, and I could tell that that was true for the both of us.
His hands were up my skirt again, and I had somehow made my way to sit at his desk chair with him kneeled in front of me. I groaned out, in desperation, as he pulled the hem of my skirt above my hips and pulled my panties aside.
“You’re so dirty!” I groaned out, as he plunged two fingers inside my soaking overly-ready hole. “Make me come!” I was urgent with my words, demanding even, but I didn’t care. I was sick of the teasing.
He smirked, clearly happy to oblige me, and clamped his mouth down hard, trapping the head of my clit between his lips…and then he began to suck.
“Oh yes!!” I screamed, not caring who in the office heard me at this point.
At least they wouldn’t see.
At least we hadn’t gotten caught in the boardroom.
He began fingering me with wild abandon, as he continued to sop up my juices and flick his glorious tongue over my clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as his fingers thrust in and out of my slit. With every plunge, I felt myself growing closer and closer to orgasm, especially when he suckled and moaned over my clit, allowing the vibrations to completely rock my world. He flicked his tongue against the head of my hard clit once again, lapping at it with everything that he had.
I realized that I was breathing in ragged gasps, and my body was beginning to tense, along with my vaginal walls, and I knew that I was reaching the point of no return. I was getting close to my climax. He pressed down on my clit once again with his tongue, giving a few quick flicks just before sucking it even harder. I knew he knew; he was damned good at being able to tell.
And then, without any further ministrations from him, I felt the wave rush over me, crashing and pulling me into an exasperated oblivion. I let out a low, throaty, primal moan, as I felt my walls contract and tighten around his fingers. “Yes!!!” was all that I could manage, as he continued pumping in and out of me, letting me ride out the remainder of my orgasm.
“Wow…” I breathed, feeling the wave calm and the feeling subside into pure relaxation.
I pushed myself back in the chair and watched as his head rose up from between my thighs. He smirked, cockily just before reaching up and grabbing my engorged breasts, caressing them softly, tenderly, yet firmly with determination and lust. I was purring at how good it all felt, almost ready to feel yet another orgasm by him just touching me again.
I needed out of my clothes, and I needed him out of his.
And just as soon as I thought it, it quickly became a mesmerizing reality.
Somehow, as quickly as I thought it, he had torn my blouse away. I was stunned; it was not only in record time, but it was also without me really even realizing it. I felt mesmerized, like he was a fucking magician or something, as I noticed that my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him.
He let out a playful whimper as he held onto me, groping a little more of my chest before he pushed himself off his knees to stand.
I smirked, reaching behind my back, unhooking the clasp of the bra. As soon as it snapped away, I watched as his face lit up and I almost wanted to make him beg for it.
I almost wanted to keep it on
But we did, because the closer I got, the more he teased, and the more I reciprocated. And by the end of it, we were both panting and swollen with arousal.
How we made it to his office without anyone noticing his excitement, or my flushing cheeks, I would never know, but I did know that as soon as we were in and the doors were closed, it was on.
We were animals once again, and the only thing that mattered was release. I needed it. He needed it. We both needed it. All that damned teasing was almost too much to handle, and I could tell that that was true for the both of us.
His hands were up my skirt again, and I had somehow made my way to sit at his desk chair with him kneeled in front of me. I groaned out, in desperation, as he pulled the hem of my skirt above my hips and pulled my panties aside.
“You’re so dirty!” I groaned out, as he plunged two fingers inside my soaking overly-ready hole. “Make me come!” I was urgent with my words, demanding even, but I didn’t care. I was sick of the teasing.
He smirked, clearly happy to oblige me, and clamped his mouth down hard, trapping the head of my clit between his lips…and then he began to suck.
“Oh yes!!” I screamed, not caring who in the office heard me at this point.
At least they wouldn’t see.
At least we hadn’t gotten caught in the boardroom.
He began fingering me with wild abandon, as he continued to sop up my juices and flick his glorious tongue over my clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as his fingers thrust in and out of my slit. With every plunge, I felt myself growing closer and closer to orgasm, especially when he suckled and moaned over my clit, allowing the vibrations to completely rock my world. He flicked his tongue against the head of my hard clit once again, lapping at it with everything that he had.
I realized that I was breathing in ragged gasps, and my body was beginning to tense, along with my vaginal walls, and I knew that I was reaching the point of no return. I was getting close to my climax. He pressed down on my clit once again with his tongue, giving a few quick flicks just before sucking it even harder. I knew he knew; he was damned good at being able to tell.
And then, without any further ministrations from him, I felt the wave rush over me, crashing and pulling me into an exasperated oblivion. I let out a low, throaty, primal moan, as I felt my walls contract and tighten around his fingers. “Yes!!!” was all that I could manage, as he continued pumping in and out of me, letting me ride out the remainder of my orgasm.
“Wow…” I breathed, feeling the wave calm and the feeling subside into pure relaxation.
I pushed myself back in the chair and watched as his head rose up from between my thighs. He smirked, cockily just before reaching up and grabbing my engorged breasts, caressing them softly, tenderly, yet firmly with determination and lust. I was purring at how good it all felt, almost ready to feel yet another orgasm by him just touching me again.
I needed out of my clothes, and I needed him out of his.
And just as soon as I thought it, it quickly became a mesmerizing reality.
Somehow, as quickly as I thought it, he had torn my blouse away. I was stunned; it was not only in record time, but it was also without me really even realizing it. I felt mesmerized, like he was a fucking magician or something, as I noticed that my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him.
He let out a playful whimper as he held onto me, groping a little more of my chest before he pushed himself off his knees to stand.
I smirked, reaching behind my back, unhooking the clasp of the bra. As soon as it snapped away, I watched as his face lit up and I almost wanted to make him beg for it.
I almost wanted to keep it on
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