Chapter 10

Crissy

I could no longer hold back the urges my body was feeling. His demanding touch upon my skin rooted me to my spot and spun my head in ways I’d never felt before. I lunged for his collar, grasping it in my hands before I crashed my lips up to his. My mind reeled with the familiarity of it as we stumbled back into his office. I heard the door slam behind me before his arms cloaked my back, his teeth raking over my bottom lip as I moaned out in pleasure. Our tongues battled for dominance as he marched me over to his desk, his hands pressing my hips painfully into the edge of it. He wanted me still and silent, at his every beck and call as his lips ravaged down my neck.

And oh, how my body sang out for him.

His hands ripped my pants down, and I pulled my blouse over my head. His lips sucked patches of my skin between his teeth, biting and nibbling as my hands worked their way underneath his suit coat. He leaned me back, my skin inches above his desk, but then I heard a crash as everything went falling to the floor. By the time we were done ripping each other’s clothes off, we were clad in nothing but our own skin, and he was laying me down onto his desk.

His body shone in the glistening sun, radiating a sun-kissed youth that shocked even me. His muscles bulged as his lips wrapped around my nipples, teasing and nibbling them as my juices spilled out onto his desk. My legs hung off the sides, and his swollen lips made their way down my body, but every single time, he returned to my tits. His hands massaged the insides of my thighs, pulling moans and groans from me as my juices dripped down my ass crack.

I wanted him more than I could stand, and my back arched into his lips to try to get him to move down again.

I felt his tongue twist around the barbells. I gasped and jumped with every flick of his tongue. He grinned into my skin while the little disco balls partied on his tongue, but I moaned out with satisfaction as he slowly began to travel lower. He slid to his knees, his nose nuzzling the trimmed curls of my pussy. His hands pressed my knees open, spreading my body out for him as the sun set beyond the trees.

Then his tongue dove into my depths.

“Holy shit, Grant. Fuck. Yes. Holy…holy shit.”

It flicked and sucked the exact thing I wanted. My clit was swollen out from underneath its confines, and his lips puckered for those sweet kisses that drove me wild. My hands wound tightly in his hair, pulling him closer to me as I began to buck into his face. I could hear his tongue lapping at my wetness, swallowing me down audibly as he drank up what I had to offer him.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes began to curl. My back arched off his desk as my body shook, and all of a sudden, stars burst within my vision. I moaned and whimpered in his office, spilling streams of juices onto his desk as he rode out my orgasm. His tongue flicked and pressed, shaking me on his desk before my back finally dropped in exhaustion.

Never in my life had I come that hard.

“Holy fuck, Grant.”

His hands clutched my hips and turned me over on his desk. My feet slid to the floor, my legs trembling as his cock throbbed against my skin. He slid the head of his thick dick between my pussy lips, soaking his skin before he pressed the head of his cock up to the entrance of my pussy.

“Do we need a condom?” he asked.

“No. I’m on the pill,” I said.

“Good, because I’ve been thinking about fucking you on this desk since the first day you walked in with that fucking lacy bra of yours showing.”

He shoved himself deep into me, and my head arched back in ecstasy. It felt like I was losing my virginity again. He spread me painfully, my walls crying out for mercy as he bottomed out into me. I clawed at his desk as his hand wrapped itself within the tendrils of my hair, wrenching my neck back as my pussy clenched around his cock. He bent over, licking the shell of my ear as I shivered for him.

The little boys in college had nothing on the expertise of Grant Jacobs.

Slowly, his hips began to roll. My tits pressed heavily into his desk as my ass bounced for him. The faster he thrust, the more I lurched. Grunts punctuated the slapping of skin as his balls knocked against my clit, and with every touch of them, my body jumped. His hand tightened in my hair, and my hands curled around the edges of his desk. His hips snapped into mine as my pussy fluttered around him, and the only thing I could think about was how good it felt. I was fucking my boss on his desk after hours, and it obliterated any fantasy I could’ve ever conjured about him.

It was forbidden, sensual, and mysterious. It was secretive, lustful, and passionate. It was easily the best fuck I’d ever received, and he wasn’t even done yet.

“Have you been thinking about this cock?” he asked.

“Holy fuck, yes.”

“Have you been dreaming about it?”

“Oh, you’ve got no idea,” I said, moaning.

“You like your pussy gobbling down my cock?” he asked.

I couldn’t take his words. They ricocheted off the corners of my mind as he throbbed against my walls, and suddenly, my vision began to tunnel. I wrapped my hands around his strong forearms as I slowly rose from his desk. I planted my feet on the floor as his lips came down to my ear, peppering the side of my face with kisses as my pussy clamped down on his cock. I could feel myself spilling over the edge again, coming around his dick as my entire body quaked at his mercy.

But he had no mercy on me. He pounded me through my orgasm until I collapsed onto his desk.

He picked up my hips, lifting my feet off the ground, before he continued his assault. His cock throbbed within me, screaming for release as his sweat dripped onto my back. My pussy juices dripped down his balls, coating him in my scent as he turned into a wild animal. He was grunting and groaning and moving his desk with his thrusts. Then all of a sudden, I felt him thrust into me and stop.

“Yes. Fuck. Crissy, holy shit. Perfect. Just perfect.”

His cock spilled into me, marking me as his own before his juices began to spray out from between my legs. It all trickled down my thighs, rendering me speechless as my cheek pressed into his desk. Grant slowly removed himself from me before he peeled me from the wooden surface. Then he carried me over to a chair before placing me in it.

I was heaving for air, and his arms shook as he held me close. I curled into his chest, wanting to feel his warmth one last time before I descend onto the smooth fabric of the chair in his office.

He went into his private restroom before he came out with a wet washcloth. I watched as his flushed, strong body wiped down my legs, being careful with my sensitive pussy lips as he cleaned me up. He leaned me forward, wiping my back down with the cool water, and I sighed into his skin before he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

But once he went to clean himself up, I realized what was happening.

He would want to talk afterward. They always did. He’d want to come out and hold me or some shit, and I didn’t know what to do with that. We’d just had mind-blowing sex, the best I’d ever had in my entire life. The last thing I needed to be doing was staying for pillow talk with my fucking boss.

So, I gathered my clothes while the faucet ran in the bathroom, and I put them back on. I listened to him brushing his teeth, smiling lightly to myself before I slipped my shoes on. I tiptoed out of his office and grabbed my things, then made my way to the staircase. The dinging of the elevator would catch his ears, but if I took the stairs, I could buy myself a bit more time.

I wasn’t ready to have a conversation about what had just happened.

Not just yet.