I press myself to him tightly while his tongue does the job. I want him to devour me. Never stop. I’m wrapping myself to him as I roll my hips. I love the way his mouth moves on me. My clit. My pussy lips. Sliding in and out of me and then teasing me.
I feel the pressure of his finger, and I whisper his name. Yes. Yes. Yes!
His finger is inside me while he sucks on my clit at the same time. I did not…I cannot…I don’t think I can…
My toes curl in my black stilettos as I try to hold back the sizzling temptation of an orgasm. He feels it too. He knows how hard I’m trying to resist. I can feel his lips curling in a smile as he continues the job. He is taking this up as a challenge. He won’t stop until he has made me come hard.
He lifts my legs up and hooks them on his shoulders as he starts rising. His mouth is still stuck to my pussy. His tongue is still lashing on my clit and sucking my hot juices.
My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress. I can hear him groan softly. The hum of his voice against my pussy is exhilarating.
I can’t do this…I can’t control it anymore. He sucks on me harder, his finger finds me again, sliding in, thrusting in, thump thump thump…and then I come.
I move violently on my desk while he keeps me pinned down with my legs hanging off his shoulders.
I’m moaning as softly as possible. I’m pressing my breasts, trying to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from this moment. His mouth doesn’t stop moving on me until he’s sure I’m done. And only then does he slip his finger out of my pussy.
I’m dazed. Almost dizzy. I’m so glad I’m lying down because I’m sure I would have fallen to the floor if I was standing up. I can feel him moving away. Slowly, he releases his grip on my legs. He’s straightening up.
I lean forward to look at him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. If I kiss him now, I’ll be able to taste myself on his mouth. I can see his cock hard and erect in his pants. I want him inside me. His cock inside me this time.
Even though he pushed me over the edge just moments ago, I want him again. I want him even more desperately now.
Trevor clenches his jaw. He’s staring into my eyes. We both know what’s going to happen next. He wants to finish. He needs to finish.
But I’m crashing back to earth. With a jolt, my mind awakens, and the fog starts clearing.
What have we done? What did we do?
I scramble away from him, pulling my dress down. I swing my legs over the other side of the desk and stand up. Trevor’s brows are furrowing in surprise. He wasn’t expecting this. He was expecting more, and I wish I could forget about this dark feeling rising inside me now.
This shouldn’t have happened. How did I let this happen? I was supposed to be strong.
“Please leave,” I murmur, but he doesn’t react. Almost like he hasn’t heard me.
I smooth the front of my dress. I can see my panties still lying there on the floor near his feet. I look away.
“Trevor, you have to go,” I say more firmly.
“What are you talking about?” he growls in a deep voice, like he’s trying to keep his increasing frustration at bay.
“We shouldn’t have done this. You shouldn’t be here. We both need to get back to work.”
“Everything you’re saying is true, but we can’t change what just happened,” he answers, and I clutch my stomach with one hand. The guilt. The frustration. The sadness. Everything is starting to make me feel sick.
“I need you to leave,” I insist, and he rakes a hand through his hair. I hear him sigh; he looks around my office like he’s forgotten where the door is, and then I watch in silence as he walks away.
Until the door shuts behind him, I hold my breath. I’m secretly hoping he doesn’t leave. That he somehow convinces me, and we continue what we started. My knees go weak and quake at the idea of that, but sometimes, Trevor Davenport can be very obedient.
He’s gone, but I’m still in shock. I’m shaking. Not only am I in complete disbelief that