way he was looking at me. It intimidated me. It made me wet. I could feel my panties growing damper.
He reached out, and with one quick flick of his wrist, my blouse was yanked open. I heard a button hit the window behind his desk. He pushed my shirt down my arms. It stopped about halfway, pinning my arms to my sides. I sucked in a breath. I was on the edge of an orgasm. His mouth opened and clamped down on the side of my neck.
I gasped, unable to move my arms. I was completely at his mercy. His mouth slid down my neck, leaving a trail of dampness. The air in the room brushed over the damp skin and sent shivers down my spine. His hands held my arms down as he bent and kissed the spot between my cleavage.
He kissed over my breasts and down my stomach before dropping to his knees. I couldn’t. I would never be able to stay standing. He released my arms and reached behind me to unzip my skirt. I barely managed to stay on my feet as he pulled the skirt down. He jerked down my panties and, with no warning, pressed a kiss against my heated core.
I cried out, my knees buckling. His hands went to my hips and held me upright while he used his tongue to bring me to orgasm. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs felt like jelly. He lowered me to the floor of his office. It was just a little awkward to be lying on the floor. He crawled up my body, showering my body with kisses.
He kissed me, nudging my legs open with his knee. I heard a wrapper being torn. There was no hesitation as he slipped inside me. His cock stretched and filled me. He felt much larger than usual. It was an iron shaft being pushed inside me. I cried out his name and arched my back.
“Damn, why can’t I get enough of you?” he growled. “You make me feel like a teenage boy. A rutting buck. I can’t get deep enough. Why?”
He sounded angry. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. My legs wrapped around his waist and tugged him deeper inside me. “I need you,” I moaned.
I felt vulnerable. I was almost completely exposed to him. Not my naked body, but me. A part of me that I tried to hide from the world. He thrust once and then again. My back rubbed against the floor, sliding a few inches. His knees dug in beside me.
“I want a fucking bed,” he growled. “I want to fuck you in a bed, dammit. Why am I giving myself rug burns?”
I laughed but it was quickly gone when he thrust again. He sounded angry and frustrated. “Me too,” I gasped.
“What?”
“Rug burns,” I said.
“Shit,” he muttered. In a flash, he rolled to his back and dragged me on top of him. I hated the absence of him from my body. I clamored to get him back inside me, sliding down the full length of him and groaning with a satisfied moan once I was settled.
He reached out and grabbed my shirt. “Lift,” he ordered.
I had no idea what he was asking. When he tapped my knee, I lifted it. He stuffed the shirt under my knee before sitting up with nothing but the strength of his abdominal muscles. His cock shifted inside me. I cried out, my back arching as my head dropped back. He jerked off his shirt the rest of the way and put it under my other knee.
“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “That was very thoughtful. But now your back is going to get rubbed raw.”
He wrapped his arms around me, his face almost perfectly lined up with my breasts. “I’m going to stay just like this, and you are going to ride me.”
I wiggled a bit, finding just the right spot. “Ready?” I teased.
“Born ready.”
I held his face in my hands and kissed him. I rotated my hips, going up and then sliding back down. I was looking for my rhythm while enjoying the exploration of the way our bodies fit together. “So good,” I whispered and dropped my mouth to his shoulder.
“You have to move faster,” he whispered. “I’m dying here.”
“Shh, I’ve got you handled. I’m going to give you the best ride of your life.”