Chapter 20

Melissa

I still had my appointment with Brandon today, and I was excited to see him. Lunch had gone wonderfully with us and the kids, and I was still stunned at how Sarah had taken to him. She talked with him and asked him a couple of questions and even let him help her with her food. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, and my heart was soaring by the time Sarah and I got back home.

I closed my eyes and sat in my car to gather myself for a few minutes. I couldn’t get my mind off how incredible Brandon felt after our date last night. The way his cock filled me and the way his hands roamed my skin, it was like my stretch marks and loose skin didn’t matter to him. He kissed every dollop of fat and slurped down every last drop of juice I could create for him, but I knew I had to pull myself together.

I was about to go into an appointment, and I couldn’t sit there for an hour in soaked panties.

I knocked on the door of his office to make sure his prior session hadn’t run long. I saw the doorknob turn as it opened, and there was his smiling face. He ushered me in before he shut the door behind me, but then he did something I didn’t expect.

He tugged my arm and slammed me back into the heavy door.

Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. My hands rushed to his hair as my purse dropped to the floor and his hand was hiking my leg around his waist. His massive palms smoothed over my skin as my heel dug into the meat of his ass. My tits were at painful peaks as his lips moved desperately down my cheek, sucking in a patch of skin as I moaned.

He picked me up and sat me on his desk. My pussy was dripping into my panties as his hands made quick work of my clothes. One by one, pieces of our clothing fell to the floor while his warm, wet lips peppered my skin with kisses.

But I slowly came back to reality once I felt the clasps of my bra come undone.

“Brandon?” I whispered.

“Oh, Melissa.”

“Brandon,” I said.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

I pressed my hands to his chest and slowly pushed him back. His half-hooded eyes looked at me while his hand cupped my naked breast, and for a second, I reveled in his touch. He was rolling my pert nipple around in his fingertips, and it took everything I had not to groan and give myself to him right then and there.

“Isn’t this—couldn’t you, you know, get in trouble?”

I studied his sky-filled eyes as his hands slowly ran down my sides. They began rolling up the fabric of my skirt, exposing my thighs as his eyes raked down my body. His gaze was hardening along my body as his tongue licked his lips, and for a moment, I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me.

“Technically, it could. If someone found out I was having sex in my office, much less sex with a patient, things could go wrong,” he said.

His hand slowly slid up my thigh, and my leg trembled. My forehead leaned against his, my breath coming in short pants as his fingertips found my clothed pussy. My legs parted for him, allowing him access as I arched back onto his desk. I stretched out my arms as he leaned into me, his lips kissing down my chest before he drew one of my nipples between his teeth.

“We shouldn’t,” I said, gasping.

“But oh, how I want to,” he said.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I said.

“If you want me to stop, I will.”

His fingertips paused as his lips stopped their ministrations on my nipple. I could feel my entire body flushing underneath his touch. Electricity was coursing through my veins as my heart pounded against my chest. When I opened my eyes to take him in, I could see his pupils blown wide with lust. His hand was shaking slightly, ready to pull back at a moment’s notice should I want him to stop what he was doing.

“I guess I’ll have to be quiet,” I said, grinning.

All of a sudden, he dropped to his knees. I laid back, parting my legs for him as he took off my heels and removed my panties from my body. His tongue ravaged my pussy lips, sucking and slurping as I bit back my moans and groans. He crooked my legs over his shoulders before he stood, pressing my legs to my stomach as his tongue hit all the right places.

“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. What the hell is this?” I choked out.

“Ssshh.,” he hummed into my pussy.

My back hit his desk as my legs tightened around his body. His tongue pressed deeper and deeper against my clit while his hands worked his belt buckle, and I heard his pants to crashing to the floor. Any moment now, someone could come walking in and find us. Any moment now, Brandon could get himself into some serious trouble.

It reminded me of all the times we had sex underneath that beautiful oak tree, hoping we wouldn’t get caught by my parents.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Brandon murmured. “Taste so good.”

My body began to shake while my pussy throbbed in ecstasy. My body cried out for him as my back arched off his desk. My hands reached for the edges, rolling into him even though he had me pinned down. I could go nowhere and do nothing but take in the assault of his tongue as my pussy dripped onto the cool wood of his desk.

But before I could come, he pulled back. I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled me upright from his desk. He scooped me up and carried me over to his chair. When he sat down, I straddled him, his massive cock throbbing as it leaked from its tip. My legs hooked around him as my pussy folds enveloped his cock, and then, something came over me. A carnal desire that needed him more than anything I’d ever felt in my life.

I began to slide my pussy folds around his cock as the head of it massaged my swollen clit. I bucked into him hungrily, my lips drawing his to mine and our tongues dancing like wildfire. My arms locked around his neck. As I felt my legs beginning to jump, his hands were on my hips. He encouraged me to keep going, a smile on his face as he watched mine screw up in pleasure.

His cock felt so good massaging my clit.

“That’s it. Take what you want,” he whispered.

My pussy began clamping down while I threw my head back in silent pleasure. I had to force myself to swallow my groans as my fingernails dug into his bare back, but the gasp that peeled from my lips as he slipped his cock into my orgasming pussy couldn’t be silenced. My eyes widened as my forehead pressed against his, and his hips set a furious pace.

We bucked against one another, our hips rolling, and I drenched him in my juices. His hands were running up and down my thighs, massaging them while I bounced in his lap. I covered his face in kisses before I ran my lips down his neck, raking my teeth over his pulse point. He held me close, his skin so warm against mine, rugged from the time we spent without one another. Each of his rippling muscles twitched against me. His panting breath flooded along my skin and his cock throbbed against my walls. Soon, I was climbing that mountain of pleasure again as his hips snapped against mine.

“Shit. Shit. Oh my god, Brandon. Yes.”

I whispered it like a prayer into his ear and kissed him everywhere I could get to him. His hands pressed me harder onto his body. His fingers splayed across my back, traveling over curves he couldn’t get enough of. I leaned back, feeling his cock hit another glorious angle as his lips traveled over my breasts, and I knew I was about to pop when I felt my pussy pull his dick deeper and deeper into my body.

“So hungry for me,” he groaned into my skin. “Fuck, Melissa.”

My toes curled, and my legs locked. My back arched, and my tits bounced. I shook in his lap while he continued to drive his cock into me. Then he stilled as my pussy drank down his come. I felt thick streams of it painting my body, coating me from the inside out as it began squirting from between my legs. His arms held me out, supporting me as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.

Then, as I collapsed into his arms, he pulled me back into him as my cheek pressed against his.

We both sat there panting, my arms limply locked around his neck, and for the first time since Carl had passed, I didn’t feel guilty about what I had done.

All I felt was loved.