enthusiastically in her grasping pussy. With her free hand, she tweaked and rubbed at her clit, all the while rocking and shifting precariously on the edge of the table.
She must have noticed the shocked look on his face. She forced a breathy laugh. ‘You’re not the only alpha wolf,’ she grunted. ‘Nor are you the only one who doesn’t have time for a shag.’
‘I didn’t know.’ He felt stupid the minute he’d said it, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. In fact, he found it difficult to think of anything but the way her pussy sucked and gripped the penis-shaped vibrator, which, he was certain, was not nearly as hard as his own cock had suddenly become.
‘Is this your chair, the chair where you make the big decisions?’ She spoke between thrusts, nodding to the chair between her legs.
‘Yes,’ he rasped.
She ground her arse hard against the table. ‘You can sit down, if you want.’
‘Thank you. I’d like that.’
Without missing a thrust, she lifted one leg to give him room, and he settled into the chair, taking in the mouth-watering scent of hot pussy and a view that he had fantasised about all week as she brought her foot back down to rest on his shoulder.
‘You should probably undo your trousers. I imagine they’re struggling for containment.’
He didn’t have to be told twice. Once his cock was free, he began to stroke, matching her rhythm as she thrust herself onto the dildo. He had drunk just enough wine and the situation was just surreal enough to make him bold. ‘Lose the vibrator,’ he commanded. ‘I want to look at you.’
The buzzing stopped. ‘You’ll have to do more than look if you want me to take it out.’
‘Then I’ll take it out.’ He slapped her hand away and slowly eased the vibrator free, feeling her hungry grip tighten, relax and tighten again until, in one last gripping pull, she released the length of it with a shudder. He tossed it onto the floor, then opened her heavy lips with the pads of his thumbs and felt her hips shift forward, pressing in until she was millimetres from his face. The temptation was more than he could resist. He ran his tongue from just above the dark clench of her anus, feeling her squirm, feeling her soft moans and grunts vibrate all the way down through her perineum as he licked and nipped his way up her, flicking his tongue as deep into her gash as he could manage, then moving upward to suckle and nip her clit. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer, bucking against him, drenching his face in the sweet flavour of her, all the while making lovely inarticulate sounds at the back of her throat.
‘Fuck me,’ she gasped, as though she had just surfaced from a long time under water. ‘I need you to fuck me now.’
He rose from the chair, holding her open for a better look at the ravenous grasping of her. He caressed her clit, making her quiver before he lifted her bottom off the table toward his pointing cock. ‘Will this help productivity?’
‘Yours and mine,’ she said.
He shoved his hands under the clenching muscles of her arse and lifted her until the angle was just right. Then he inched into her slowly, feeling her yield and grip and yield again like she had done on the dildo. When she was completely impaled, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her.
‘You taste like me,’ she sighed against his mouth.
‘Then I taste good,’ he replied, lowering his mouth to her jutting nipples, sucking hard and biting just enough to make her gasp. And when she gasped, she bore down, and her cunt gripped him like a closed fist.
He shoved and pushed his way onto the table, on top of her, feeling her lacquered nails claw at his shoulders before she scrabbled backward to grab the outer edges of the table for leverage against his pounding.
‘If we break the table,’ she gasped, as he humped and ground into the vice of her, ‘you’ll have some explaining to do tomorrow.’
‘I’m the boss,’ he
She must have noticed the shocked look on his face. She forced a breathy laugh. ‘You’re not the only alpha wolf,’ she grunted. ‘Nor are you the only one who doesn’t have time for a shag.’
‘I didn’t know.’ He felt stupid the minute he’d said it, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say. In fact, he found it difficult to think of anything but the way her pussy sucked and gripped the penis-shaped vibrator, which, he was certain, was not nearly as hard as his own cock had suddenly become.
‘Is this your chair, the chair where you make the big decisions?’ She spoke between thrusts, nodding to the chair between her legs.
‘Yes,’ he rasped.
She ground her arse hard against the table. ‘You can sit down, if you want.’
‘Thank you. I’d like that.’
Without missing a thrust, she lifted one leg to give him room, and he settled into the chair, taking in the mouth-watering scent of hot pussy and a view that he had fantasised about all week as she brought her foot back down to rest on his shoulder.
‘You should probably undo your trousers. I imagine they’re struggling for containment.’
He didn’t have to be told twice. Once his cock was free, he began to stroke, matching her rhythm as she thrust herself onto the dildo. He had drunk just enough wine and the situation was just surreal enough to make him bold. ‘Lose the vibrator,’ he commanded. ‘I want to look at you.’
The buzzing stopped. ‘You’ll have to do more than look if you want me to take it out.’
‘Then I’ll take it out.’ He slapped her hand away and slowly eased the vibrator free, feeling her hungry grip tighten, relax and tighten again until, in one last gripping pull, she released the length of it with a shudder. He tossed it onto the floor, then opened her heavy lips with the pads of his thumbs and felt her hips shift forward, pressing in until she was millimetres from his face. The temptation was more than he could resist. He ran his tongue from just above the dark clench of her anus, feeling her squirm, feeling her soft moans and grunts vibrate all the way down through her perineum as he licked and nipped his way up her, flicking his tongue as deep into her gash as he could manage, then moving upward to suckle and nip her clit. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer, bucking against him, drenching his face in the sweet flavour of her, all the while making lovely inarticulate sounds at the back of her throat.
‘Fuck me,’ she gasped, as though she had just surfaced from a long time under water. ‘I need you to fuck me now.’
He rose from the chair, holding her open for a better look at the ravenous grasping of her. He caressed her clit, making her quiver before he lifted her bottom off the table toward his pointing cock. ‘Will this help productivity?’
‘Yours and mine,’ she said.
He shoved his hands under the clenching muscles of her arse and lifted her until the angle was just right. Then he inched into her slowly, feeling her yield and grip and yield again like she had done on the dildo. When she was completely impaled, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her.
‘You taste like me,’ she sighed against his mouth.
‘Then I taste good,’ he replied, lowering his mouth to her jutting nipples, sucking hard and biting just enough to make her gasp. And when she gasped, she bore down, and her cunt gripped him like a closed fist.
He shoved and pushed his way onto the table, on top of her, feeling her lacquered nails claw at his shoulders before she scrabbled backward to grab the outer edges of the table for leverage against his pounding.
‘If we break the table,’ she gasped, as he humped and ground into the vice of her, ‘you’ll have some explaining to do tomorrow.’
‘I’m the boss,’ he
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