When Kylie sucks on my cock, it takes every ounce of self-control not to come right away. I have my hands in her hair, and I want to hold her head still and fuck her mouth until I come, but I don’t want it to be over. I want to do so much more to her.

So, I pull out of her mouth. She looks up at me with large brown eyes, and I love the view I have from up here, seeing her kneel in front of me, her skirt around her hips. Her long stocking-clad legs are bare at the top of her thighs, and I imagine pressing my lips against her skin, nibbling at her flesh.

I take her hand and pull her up and kiss her again. Her scent is in the air, she’s turned on, and I can smell it. I lose all control and take what I want.

With my hands on her hips, I push her toward the table in the middle of the meeting room. She helps me by climbing onto it. I clamber on with her. She lies back, and her thighs fall open for me. Her panties are still in the way. I hook my fingers into them and pull them down, throwing them to the side. Her stockings and her heels I want to leave on. She looks sexy as fuck when she’s splayed open on the table like that.

I crawl over her and position myself between her legs. I press the head of my throbbing cock against her entrance, and she gasps. I look her in the eye as I push myself into her. She’s tight, and her body yields and stretches for me until I’m buried to the hilt. I move around a little, and she squirms beneath me as we adjust to the feel of each other.

She doesn’t get a lot of time to get used to me. I’m wired, ready to take it to the edge, and I have her beneath me. I pull back and slam into her, and she cries out. She bites her lip, and I know she knows she must be quiet. I pull out and slam into her again, building a rhythm. The table is sturdy enough to hold us, but it still rocks back and forth as I fuck her. Her breathing is hard. She gasps, my cock forcing the air in and out of her lungs.

Fucking her like this, here, is hot as hell. The chances of anyone coming in on a Friday evening and trying to get into the meeting room are slim to none, but it’s not impossible, and we’re in here, fucking.

After the board fired Leon when he accused us.

But the forbidden aspect is what makes it so erotic and I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going, keep fucking her.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

When I’m close to coming, I need to change position. If I keep going the way I am now, I’m going to lose control, and it will be over. I want to come inside of her, but not now.

I pull out of her, and she whimpers in protest. I get off the table, and grab her by the ankles, pulling her toward me. She yelps, surprised. When she’s on the edge of the table I help her off. As soon as her feet hit the ground, I spin her around and bend her over. I have an insatiable urge, and I position myself behind her. She looks over her shoulder at me.

I find her entrance with my fingers and push my cock into her again. She gasps and I know she’s trying her best to keep it down. She’s doing well as things go – I know from experience that she’s a moaner.

When I’m inside her, I start fucking her again, hard. I hammer into her, my hands on her hips to hold her steady and she braces herself on the table. My balls slap against her pussy. Her breathing is hard and heavy and I breathe hard, too, to match hers. Matching my breathing to hers makes it so much more intense. I feel like we’re connected on a level we haven’t been before.

I don’t know if she feels the same because I’m fucking her from behind, but I’m feeling it, and I’m feeling it hard.

Her ass is beautiful when I fuck her, her cheeks move back and forth in a double bounce against my hips. I run my hand down her thigh and feel the lace of her stockings. It’s such a fucking turn on. After I feel her thigh I rub my hand over her ass, over her back, and around her body, grabbing her tit through the shirt. I feel the wire of her bra, the padding keeping her tits in place. I squeeze her tit, and she moans softly. Her tits still swing back and forth, albeit less and I keep pounding her from behind.

Kylie arches her back, tips her head backward, sticking out her ass. Her body is on display, and she’s sexy, half-exposed to me with my cock pounding in and out of her from behind, partly dressed in the sexy office-wear she puts on when she comes in.

I swear she’s doing it all for me, and I love it.

Again, I get close to coming. I slow it down. I push into her and pull out again with slow strokes. Her breathing changes. I rub my hands along her back, feeling her as she moves with me.

When I pull out of her, she straightens up. She turns to me. Her pupils are dilated, her lips are parted, and her lipstick is a little smeared after she sucked me off. She pulls out a chair and points at it. I walk to it and sit down. None of the chairs in this room have armrests.

When I sit down, she straddles me and lowers herself onto me without ceremony. I’m inside her. She moves her hips back and forth, her feet on the ground and it’s intense. She looks me in the eye and reaches for her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. When her blouse is open, she unclasps her bra – another one of those that clasps in the front – and her tits are on display for me. They’re large and round, swollen, the flesh pink. Her nipples are dark and tight.

I reach for her tits and cup one in each hand. She’s just a little more than a handful, and I love it. Her nipples are hard against my palm when I squeeze.

I take her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and tug on them so that her flesh pulls into little points. I’m not hurting her, but she gasps. She clenches the muscles at her core, gripping my cock before she starts riding me. She rocks her hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her while I tug and squeeze at her tits. Her face is on the same level as mine, the eye contact impossibly intimate.

I lean forward and kiss her while she rides me. My tongue is in her mouth, and she meets it with her own tongue, swirling it around mine. I let go of her tits and put my hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth faster, helping her ride me.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I say to her when I break the kiss. She looks down at me, lips parted and I can’t tell any other emotion on her face than lust. She moans as she rocks on top of me and I can feel myself go deeper and deeper. She rides me and her eyes close.

I reach up to her face and put my hand on her cheek. I stroke her bottom lip with my thumb. She turns her head and takes my thumb into her mouth, closing her lips around me. She sucks on my thumb and plays her tongue around me. It’s the same as when she’s sucking on my cock, and the feeling is erotic.

“You’re my little office slut, aren’t you?” I ask.

I’m not sure if it’s too much – not everyone likes it when they’re called a slut. Her big eyes turn to me, and she nods, my thumb still in her mouth. The acknowledgment and the dirty talk is so hot. “Yeah, you just love it when I fuck you in the office. You like danger.”

She pulls back, letting go of my thumb.

“It’s such a turn on,” she says. “I like it when you take me in places where we can get caught.”

I put my hand back on her hips. I hold her still, hovering above my lap, and I start hammering into her from beneath her. She gasps and falls forward a little, catching herself on my shoulders with her hands. She leans against me, her tits pushed against my chest, and I can feel her even though I’m still wearing my office shirt.

I fuck her hard, pumping into her, picking up a speed that she can’t reach when she’s on top of me. It’s good when she rides me, but she can’t reach this gear.

She’s moaning and crying out.

“Quietly, babe,” I remind her. She closes her mouth, and her moans are a little more muffled through her nose, but they’re not a hell of a lot better. It’s okay, though. I’m pretty sure we’re alone. The sound of her moaning is so hot, I almost don’t want to stop her.

I get tired after a while and let her take over again. She moves her hips back and forth, slowly stroking me while she catches her breath. When she’s ready, she starts bouncing on top of me. My cock slips out of her almost all the way before it goes back in and her head is tipped back. I put my hand on her throat. I don’t choke her, I just hold it there. It’s a reminder of how strong I am, of how much I want to be in control.

Her gasping increases and she bounces faster and faster. She likes it when I hold her like this. I know she likes it when I take charge when I dominate her a little. I like it, too. I like taking her and making her mine.

I watch her tits as she bounces on me and they’re mesmerizing. They bounce up and down, too, the swells tugging at the skin, her dark nipples moving up and down. I grab one tit and dip my head. She slows her pace down a bit to let me suck on her, and I take one nipple into my mouth. She gasps, pushing her hand into my hair, closing her fist and tugging. It’s hot – just this side of uncomfortable – and she rocks her hips back and forth as she works her hand in my hair, her hips over my cock and her tit in my mouth in big, rolling motions.