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  My fingers run through his hair as he devours both my nipples, jumping between them at an erratic pace, and I lace my legs around his waist. My skirt climbs up to my hips as I do it, and I pull him into me fast, moaning as I feel the bulging shape under his pants pressing against that sweet spot between my thighs.

  With a growl, he takes one step back, forcing me to unlace my legs. Grinning wickedly, he goes down on one knee and rests his hands on my knees. Never taking his eyes off of mine, he slides his fingers up my stockings and underneath my skirt, taking them all the way to my outer thighs. He grabs at my stockings and, knowing what he wants, I lift my ass up from the desk and allow him to pull them down. I throw my head back and smile as I feel the stockings caressing my legs on the way down, but then he just pulls them almost too violently, forcing me to gasp as the sound of ripping fabric fills the whole room.

  He tears the stockings off of my legs, only stopping when they’re in tatters at my feet, and then he places his hands on my knees again. He forces me to spread my legs apart and, giving me no time to prepare, he just pushes my skirt up and dives into me, pressing his open mouth against my drenched thong.

  I bite on my lower lip, stopping myself from screaming just in time, as sweet flames of ecstasy spread from my pussy and engulf my mind. Grabbing at his hair, I pull him into me as hard as I can, closing my eyes as he starts to suck. I rock my hips against his face, the sweet pressure of his mouth on me growing and growing until I can no longer think straight.

  “Yes… That’s it…” I moan, not even knowing what the hell I’m saying. All I know is that I want him to devour me, to eat me out until he satisfies all that devious hunger of his. And, let’s be honest here; he fucks like a god, and that just makes me curious to find out what he can do with that mouth of his.

  “I can’t wait to fucking devour you,” he says, taking his face out from between my thighs and offering me a wild grin. He darts his hands to my waist and, hooking his fingers on my skirt, he pulls it down my legs harshly. I lift my ass up from the desk as he does it, and then I sit back down, this time wearing only my thong, and he takes care of that quickly enough too.

  With an expression of pure hunger on his face, he pulls my thong down but, instead of just letting it slip from his fingers and onto the floor, he takes it to his mouth and takes a deep breath. Only then does he throw it on top of my blouse and skirt, his eyes flaring with lust.

  I bite down on my lower lip as he starts leaning into me again, his parted lips aiming straight for my clit. Except, instead of going there, he turns his head to the side and starts kissing my inner thighs. He goes from one to the other, gently caressing my skin with his full lips, but never touching my pussy.

  I place both my hands on his head, grabbing at his hair again, and try to force him to press his mouth against my pussy. He resists, though, and looks up and into my eyes.

  “On my terms,” he simply says, and then he’s back on my inner thighs, his lips dangerously close to my pussy. Reaching for me with the tip of his tongue, he caresses the contour of my pussy over and over again, and then, when I’m no longer waiting for it, he finally dives into me and wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue.

  I gasp and, remembering where I am, choke down a moan as a high voltage current climbs up my spine and explodes inside my skull. My fingers turn into claws as I grab at his hair, and I start moving my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness across his face.

  Finally allowing that wild side of his to take over his movements, he opens his mouth wide and places it on top of my pussy, sucking on my inner lips almost too harshly. He takes them between his lips, running his tongue across their length, and then goes back to punishing my clit with clockwork precision. It’s almost like he knows my body even better than I do.

  “Oh, daddy…” I moan in a subdued tone, the sound of my voice caressing my eardrums and making my skin prickle. “It’s so good… So good…” I pant, still rocking my hips against his face as he eats me out in such a way that it’s a wonder I’m not screaming.

  He doesn’t say a thing; he simply keeps eating me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the world. And that… Well, that just makes my mind kick into overdrive. To see him (and feel him) devouring my pussy as if he spent the whole day thinking about it, it’s almost too much.

  Most men look at going down on a woman as a chore, a necessary sacrifice to get what they want. But not Parker; he does it without thinking or planning, the movements of his lips and tongue like the most important thing he has ever done in his entire life. Swear to God, he’s turning this into an art form.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I whisper, grabbing at his hair so harshly I might tear some off his scalp. He doesn’t even seem to notice; he just opens his mouth even wider and, using his tongue, starts jabbing at my insides.

  There’s a pleasant buzz going on under my skin, an electric crackle making my ears pop, and I know that I won’t resist this for too long. I already feel my mind dangling over the edge, and all it takes now is a little push.

  Reading my mind (or, perhaps, he read it in my body), he lays one arm over my legs and, using only two fingers, he reaches for my clit. He presses down on it with his two fingertips, and I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood; somehow, that’s enough to stop myself from screaming.

  Parker doesn’t seem worried about my moans or screams, though. In fact, the way he’s working my pussy now makes it seem like that all he wants is to hear me scream. “Oh, God,” I say with a quivering voice, the pressure of his fingers on my clit and the way his tongue runs up and down my inner folds blending into a perfect storm.

  I fall back on the desk, laying my forearms across the flat surface, and let my head fall back. My hair cascades down my shoulders as I grit my teeth and, a heartbeat after that, I come undone.

  Sharp stabs of pain and pleasure seem to make their way up my spine, and then a raging river of ecstasy floods my brain, drowning it in ecstasy. I moan, careful enough not to do it too loudly, and lie back on the desk, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons about to pop.

  “Oh, God, that was so good,” I whisper, finding the strength to prop myself up on my elbows again. I look down at him with a dazed smile as he pulls back from between my thighs, his chin and mouth glistening from my juices, and then my insides clench as I hear him speak.

  “Was? Who told you I’m done?” he simply says; with that, he dives into me again, his lips choking my clit as he caresses the length of my pussy with his middle finger. He caresses my pussy lips with that finger, moving it up and down at a steady pace, and I grit my teeth as I prepare myself for the inevitable; soon enough he’s going to start licking and fingering me, and I have absolutely no idea on how I’m going to stop myself from screaming so loud everyone in this building will race here to see what all the commotion is about. Oh, well, if it happens… It happens.

  I told you: I can’t exactly think straight right now.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan as he slides his middle finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward until it meets my G-spot. I let out a little yelp of pleasure as I feel electricity spreading throughout my body, and that’s when he slides another finger inside of me. He starts sliding them both in and out of my pussy, ravaging me, and then leans toward me and wraps his full hungry lips around my clit.

  Just like I had anticipated it, he sucks and fingers me with a frenzied kind of desire, tongue and lips and fingers working in unison toward the same goal: drown me in pleasure and ecstasy.

  I lie back on the desk again, sending a few papers and folders tumbling down to the floor, and he kisses my pussy with renewed intent. His fingers fly in and out of me at a steady mechanic pace, hitting my G-spot over and over again with maddening precision.

  “Oh, this is… Fuck… It’s so good,” I groan again, my pussy tightening around his fingers. My muscles are tensing up now, and I know it’s just a matter of time until a secon
d orgasm overtakes me. It’s almost funny to think about it like this, with most men, I’d consider myself lucky with a second orgasm, but with Parker it seems that a second orgasm is just part of the appetizer.

  I moan loudly as vibrant electricity takes over my spine and explodes in my nerve endings, and only when I remember myself do I grit my teeth, trying to choke down my moan and be as quiet as possible. Which isn’t exactly an easy task, mind you. I have no idea how I’m going to remain silent when we move toward the main course. But one thing at a time, right?

  “Now… We can start,” Parker whispers somberly, pulling back from between my thighs and going up to his feet. I look into his eyes, grinning wildly as I see drops of my juices glistening on their way down his chin, and sit back up on the desk.

  He takes his fingers to his collar and, loosening his tie, he then undoes its knot and pulls it out from around his neck. He’s about to throw it to the side when his lips curl into a grin. Using both hands, he stretches the tie right in front of me, pulling the dark fabric until it’s just a smooth long line.

  “On your feet,” he tells me, the tone of his voice leaving me no room to do anything else but obey. I slide down from the desk, standing on wobbly legs, and look at him. “Now, turn around,” he continues, and I do so, turning on my heels. Using one hand, he pulls one of my arms back and pins my wrist against my lower back; he does the same with my other arm, and then I feel the soft fabric of his tie being wrapped around both of my wrists. He finishes it off with a tight knot and then, placing both of his hands on my hips, he makes me turn around again so that I’m facing him.

  “Much better,” he whispers. Unblinking, and without taking his eyes off of me, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes wander up and down his chest as he reveals the hard muscles hiding under his shirt, and then I just purse my lips as he pushes it down his strong arms.

  “On your knees,” he commands me, and my body reacts before my brain even has the time to process the meaning behind his words. My knees touch the floor in a heartbeat, and he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out from its loops in one swift motion. Unzipping his fly, he lets his pants fall down to his knees, and my heart skips a beat as my eyes fall upon the bulging shape straining against his boxer briefs.

  “I want it,” I breathe out, my brain swimming in a lake of lust and desire. I move my hands unconsciously, as if to reach toward his crotch, but all I manage to do is chaff my wrists against the tight knot around my wrists.

  “You want it… and you’ll have it,” Parker tells me, hooking his fingers on the side of his boxer briefs and pulling them down to his knees. His cock springs free at once, a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I find myself leaning toward him.

  “Patience,” he says, grabbing me by the hair before I can reach his cock. He takes a step back, kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothing, and finally untangles his fingers from my hair.

  “Give it to me,” I exhale again, anxious to feel his thick cock pushing down on my tongue, and this time he doesn’t stop me. He grabs his cock and angles it down so that it’s pointing straight at my mouth, and all I have to do is let my head fall forward. Which is exactly what I do; I open my mouth as wide as I can and, in a fraction of a second, I feel his thick shaft making its way past my lips and sliding down over my tongue.

  Grabbing me by the hair again, he holds my head in place and drives his cock all the way in, only stopping when its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. He holds it there for a second or two, and then slides back out, but that just so he can slide in again. Thrusting, he fucks my mouth at a gentle pace, his cock rolling between my lips like a piston.

  I moan, the sound of it rising in my throat and vibrating through his cock, and then I just let my eyelids droop and surrender to the pulsing pleasure inside me. He keeps on fucking my tight mouth until a sudden spasm takes over his member—for a fraction of a second, I almost believe he’s just going to cum inside my mouth, but that’s not what happens. He takes a deep breath, holds his cock deep inside my mouth, and then just slides it out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I open my eyes again.

  Parker’s looking down at me with serious eyes, blue flames of ravenous lust dancing there. Before I can even say or do anything, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up to my feet. I gasp as he does it, and then his hands go down my waist and he turns me around. He does it fast, laying one forearm across my shoulder blades and forcing me to bend over. I lay my naked chest across the surface of his desk, and then he grabs the knot on his tie, holding me by the wrists.

  “Do it,” I cry out, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and loving every second of it. Using his free hand, he caresses the contour of my ass cheeks, and then slaps me hard across them. I gasp again, not expecting it, and press my forehead against his desk. His hand falls on my ass over and over again, and each time I feel its impact is like a small explosion goes off inside my skull.

  I’m still busy trying to process the way he’s smacking me when I suddenly feel the tip of his cock going down my ass crack. Grabbing his cock, he pushes it down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips, and then he just thrusts.

  I grit my teeth hard so that I don’t scream, but that’s an almost impossible mission: his cock goes inside of me so fast, and stretching me so wide, that the pleasure I’m feeling just demands to be turned into sound. Somehow, I manage to keep quiet… But the quieter I get, the harder Parker thrusts.

  Still holding me by the tie, keeping my arms stretched behind my back, he slams his cock into me repeatedly. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks fills the whole office, bouncing off the walls and getting back to me like some disjointed melody of sinful pleasure. The sound of taboo and lust.

  “You’re so fucking tight…” Parker groans, thrusting so hard that the whole desk seems to rattle under my naked body. “I can’t get enough… of your pussy…” he continues, finally letting go of the tie and placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.

  My eyes are closed now, but I can’t stop the fireworks from going off behind my shut eyelids. Ecstasy rushes through my veins, my heart pumping fast and loud, and I let myself be carried down a raging river of pleasure. Perhaps feeling me dangling over the edge, Parker takes one hand around my waist and, wasting no time, he finds my clit straight away and presses down on it with two of his fingers.

  The moment he does it, an electrical storm starts raging inside my head. My thoughts seem to fly in opposite directions, banging against the inside of my skull, and even my eyes seem to be rolling in their orbits. I curl my toes, digging my heels into the carpeted floor of Parker’s office, and a shot of pleasure flies from there to my scalp, engulfing every single inch of my body in orgasmic madness.

  “Oh God oh God,” I repeat over and over again, like some forgotten mantra, trying to fool my brain into not screaming. It’s getting harder and harder to do, but so far I’ve managed to keep the noise to a minimum. Which, really, is a miracle, Parker’s fucking me so hard, that any other woman would just scream her lungs out until they simply exploded inside her ribcage. But this isn’t my first rodeo with Parker and, as such, I’ve come into this mentally prepared.

  “More… I want more,” I groan as Parker slides his cock out of my pussy. The moment his cock pops out, I push my forehead against the desk and use it as a leverage to get back up. I turn on my heels then, needing to face him, and he acts fast: he grabs me by the hips again and, pushing me up, sits me on his desk.

  I spread my legs by instinct, and he closes the distance between us, his naked body between my thighs. Crossing my legs behind his lower back, I pull him into me until his cock is brushing against my drenched folds, and then I just look into his eyes and show him one exhausted grin.

  “Go on,” I tease him, spurring him with my heels, and he just returns my grin. The moment he thrusts, it’s as if a nuclear detonation has gone off inside my head; my inner walls move to ac
commodate his massive cock once more, and he drives it so deep inside of me that my body seems to be burning up from the inside out.

  “As… hard… as… you… can…” I manage to tell him between breaths, his cock once more sliding in and out of me at that relentless pace. Hearing my words, he presses his forehead against mine, and then reaches for my lips with his. We kiss in abandonment, the pace of his thrusting growing into a maddening crescendo, and I simply forget where I am, or who I am. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  The whole world fades around me as if it was a mere illusion, and as if the two only real people in the universe were Parker and I. His body and mine. In this moment in time, we are one.

  Locking him in place with my legs, tightening them around his waist like a vice, I force him to thrust as deep as humanly possible. I then throw my head back, hissing through my gritted teeth, and finally surrender to that wild urge that threatened to overtake me. I open my mouth and scream, my high-pitched voice reaching my eardrums as if it were poison.

  Maybe I’m being too loud right now, but I just can’t help it. All I can do is hope that his office walls are thick enough to keep all the noise (and all our secrets) on the inside.

  My pussy lips spasm around his shaft, tightening their hold around Parker’s thickness, and I feel small ants of ecstasy crawling under my skin. My brain is boiling; my thoughts have turned to ashes, and all I can think of is that this is the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life. It seems that each time I’m with him our connection grows stronger, and with it all the pleasure that takes us hostage.

  Because, make no mistake about it, we’re hostages in here. Victims to the way our bodies crave each other. If we were rational creatures, we’d never allow ourselves to fall into this wicked dance. Danger abounds for both of us, and the more we walk down this road, the more the thorns on the side of the road seem to reach for us.