Dahlia rips open my shirt, sending buttons flying through the air as we fumble around the office with our lips locked, and our hands frantically trying to rip off any articles of clothing within reach.

We’re kissing hard and rough, all of the pent-up emotions and sexual tension finally boiling over, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

This was inevitable. Us. We were destined to do this again.

I slide my hand into her hair, grab hold of her bun, and yank it down until her thick gorgeous hair spills out in a wild mess of brown curls.

She rips her lips away from mine and gives me a fierce look before lunging forward and crushing her lips onto mine once again. She moans into my mouth as our tongues collide against each other in a ferocious kiss.

I yank her shirt down, tearing the fabric, but neither of us seems to care. My lips are on the top of her tits, kissing, sucking, nipping, as she reaches back to undo the clasp.

We’re stumbling around the office until her ass crashes into my desk, and we’re finally stopped. She unhooks her bra, and slides it down one arm as I lunge on her tits, coating her hard nipples with my tongue.

Her curves are beautiful, her soft tits perfect. She feels so good it hurts.

“Shit, Tyler,” she moans as she grabs a fistful of my hair and holds me against her chest like she never wants me to go.

I grab the back of her knees and she lets out a whimper as I lift her into a sitting position on my desk. Her skirt is tight so she can’t spread her legs as far as I want them. I want them in the fucking splits so I can see every inch of her wet pussy.

Her hands are all over me, clawing my chest and abs as she breathes heavily and stares with her glazed-over eyes.

Both of our shirts are ripped open, but they’re still hanging onto our arms. Neither of us takes a second to shake out of them, we’re too busy trying to get to the rest of the good parts.

Dahlia grabs my belt buckle and yanks me forward, desperately trying to get my aching cock out. She curses as her fingers frantically fumble with my belt, trying to pull it open.

I’d help, but I’m too busy with her skirt. My whole body is stirring with a reckless passion as I shove her skirt up her thighs, bunching it around her waist.

My eyes are on her naked tits as I grab the sides of her panties in a hard grip and yank them down her legs. She lets out a whimper as they slide past her knees and down her calves.

I step out of her reach as I guide her heels out of her soaking wet panties. She moans as her hands fall away from me and to her sides.

I hold my breath as I stand back and take a second to admire the view. Dahlia is sitting on my desk with her big tits out and a look of pure lust on her face. Her black skirt is bunched up around her waist, and her legs are spread open, showing me her hot little pussy.

The beautiful sight nearly knocks me off my feet. It’s like a peek into heaven. I stand there unmoving like a statue, staring at her sweet pussy lips that are glistening with arousal.

“Fuck,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off her as she reaches for me. She grabs hold of my tie and yanks me forward.

I take her mouth once again, grabbing her voluptuous tits as I swallow her whimpers. I love the little noises she’s making. Each one makes my hard cock jump.

“No,” she gasps when I pull my lips away, but she won’t be complaining for long. She’s going to like where I’m going.

I drop to a knee and grab her soft thighs, spreading her legs even further apart in front of me. Her pussy is so close, filling my nose with its intoxicating scent.

Her body goes tight and rigid as I move in, grazing my stubbled cheek against her inner thigh. One delicious lick, and all of that tightness in her body just melts away.

She drops her head back and moans as I touch my tongue to the bottom of her pussy and slowly drag it up to her hard clit. I flick it with my tongue and her body shivers.

“Oh, Tyler,” she moans as I eat her out. “I’ve wanted this so bad. I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“I know,” I say, grinning as I drag the tip of my tongue around her wet opening.

“Fuck you,” she says in a raspy voice. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed, and she’s laughing softly. “Arrogant prick.”

“I’m trying to concentrate,” I say between licks. “You’re distracting me with all of this vicious name calling.”

“Aren’t we sensitive all of a sudden?” she says, gasping as I flick her clit once again with my tongue.

“Speaking of sensitive,” I say, wrapping my lips around it. Her back arches, and her legs start trembling as I suck on her clit.

She drops to the desk as I suck on it relentlessly, never easing up on the pressure even when she begs me to.

“Goddamn,” she screams, grabbing her tits and tweaking her nipples. I slide a second finger inside her tight little hole as I flick the tip of my tongue across her throbbing clit.

I’m glad that no one is coming into the office until six tomorrow morning because I could do this all night. But the desperate cries coming from her mouth that are getting louder and harder by the second tells me that my time eating her pussy is just about up. She’s on the verge of coming.

“Fuck, Tyler,” she screams as she thrashes around on my desk. Her legs are trembling as I suck on her clit, pulling her orgasm from her body.

Her legs are resting on my shoulders, her ankles hooked behind my head. She squeezes my ears with her thighs as I ramp up the pace, flicking her clit relentlessly with my tongue.

“Gaawwwdd,” she screams as her back arches off of the desk and she comes on my lips. Her sticky pussy juices coat my lips and chin, making me overflow with lust and need.

I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t take it anymore.

She’s still writhing in her orgasm as I stand up and unbuckle my pants. I yank them down and pull out my cock as she moves her head from side to side, trying to catch her breath.

She doesn’t see me coming, but she feels it.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams as I press the tip of my dick to her tight hole and slowly slide in.

A flood of warmth surges through me as I thrust all the way in, buried to the hilt inside of her. She’s so tight. She’s so soft. She’s so perfect.

Once I feel her tightness engulfing me, I never want to leave. I hold my hard cock inside of her, loving how she squeezes me with warmth.

“See how hard you make me?” I ask, squeezing her knees as I slowly slide back out of her. “I’ve been this hard since the moment I met you.”

She responds with cute little whimpers that get longer and deeper as I fuck her harder and faster. This isn’t a slow and soft expression of love, it’s a hard and reckless fuck. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, and I’m not capable of taking it slow right now.

Dahlia is going crazy on the desk in front of me, crying out and thrashing around as I thrust in and out of her at a ferocious pace. My eyes are locked on her big tits as they bounce up and down on her chest, looking fucking spectacular.

It doesn’t take long until we’re both on the verge of coming. I can feel it building up deep inside of me, about to surge forward at any second.

Our breathing is both ragged and fast, our cries both desperate and intense. Our bodies are so in tune, like we’ve done this before, because we have. Even if our minds don’t remember a thing, our bodies sure as hell do.

“Uh,” Dahlia grunts, with pure agony on her face. “I’m going to come again.”

My whole upper body flexes, and I grit my teeth as the tightness builds within me, demanding to be released.

I lean over her until my lips are a breath away from hers. “Come with me,” I whisper, locking my eyes on hers. “Come with me now.”

Her sweet lips part, and a loud cry rips from her mouth as another orgasm consumes her. Mine hits at the exact same moment and I hold onto her as it tears through my body, leaving pure bliss in its wake. She moans as I fill her with my seed, holding my hard cock deep inside of her clenching pussy.

I drop my cheek down on her breasts, holding her tight as I enjoy the amazing feeling coursing through my body.

It’s like a taste of heaven. She feels so fucking good, and I can barely handle it. I know if we do this one more time, I’ll be hooked forever.

I might already be there.

It’s not just about the sex. It’s more. A lot more.

I just can’t quite figure out what it is yet, and right now I just want to enjoy this beautiful moment.

After a few minutes, I get up and fall out of her. She gasps at as I slip out, holding her legs shut as I pull up my pants.

“What the fuck?” she groans as she sits up on the desk and closes her shirt.

A small part of me dies as she hides her gorgeous breasts from me. I really hope I get to see them again, or the rest of me might die along with it.

She looks stiff and sore as she climbs off the desk and gathers her bra and panties, which are on the other side of the office.

“That was unexpected,” she says, taking a deep breath as she rubs her forehead. Her big curly hair looks chaotic around her. I love it. “And probably a bad idea.”

My heart nearly stops when her words hit me. A bad idea?

“What got into me?” she asks, shaking her head as she quickly steps into her underwear and pulls them up her legs. “This is so unprofessional.”

“It’s okay,” I say softly, watching her as she hurries to the desk. “Nobody is here, and I won’t tell.”

She yanks her bag off of the desk and starts ramming her papers into it. “I worked so hard to get to this position, and I could have thrown it all away over a quick screw.”

A quick screw? Was that all it was to her?

“Dahlia,” I say, opening my arms as she finishes stuffing her notes into the bag. “Come on. That was more than just a quick screw.”

She shakes her head as she storms across the office to the door. She grabs the handle without looking at me once.

“I’m going to finish the proposal in my hotel room,” she says. She looks so pissed—at herself or at me, I can’t tell.

“It’s after midnight,” I say, quickly doing the buttons up on my shirt. “Let me give you a ride back at least.”

“I’ll grab a cab.”

What is going on?

And just like that, she leaves.