Chapter 19 – Brynn
Larson picks me up and has me up against my office wall before I can even lock the door.
"I've been waiting so long to do this to you," he says, squeezing my ass as he kisses me.
He still smells like New Mexico: woodsy and outdoorsy, with a hint of cold New York air mixed in.
"I didn't lock the door..." I say, motioning towards it, but he pins my arms to the wall.
"Now that I've got you, I'm not letting you go."
He rips my blouse open and begins kissing my neck and chest.
My worries about Steven's appearance at my office melt away. It's been a whirlwind day, but Larson's kisses rid me of all anxiety.
I’m a bit afraid we’ll get caught, but that only adds to the excitement. In reality, everyone knows to knock before barging into an associate’s office. I’m supposed to be knee deep in important legal briefs— and billable hours— I can’t possibly be torn away from. I’m most definitely not supposed to be pinned up against the wall of my office, about to be fucked in the way I’ve been fantasizing about since I was last with Larson.
He unsnaps my bra with one hand because the other is still holding my arms to the wall. It falls to the floor and he begins sucking on one of my nipples.
"Oh, my God. Larson," I moan, my head falling back against the wall as well as against his hand that is grabbing my hair.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, as he moves over to suck the other nipple.
"Yes. So much yes."
Both of my nipples are now standing erect and at attention, and I can feel that it's the same for his cock.
He turns and lays me down on my desk, right on top of all the papers and sticky notes I had left there before going to the conference room. He peels off my skirt and my stockings.
"What about...?" I try to say, lifting my head to look towards the door.
"Shhhhh," he says. "I want to take you right here where everyone could possibly see us. That's part of the fun."
He’s a bit kinky. And I like it.
I needed some of this excitement today. And in my life in general.
He pulls my panties to the side and gets down on his hands and knees. As soon as his tongue makes contact with my pussy, I know that I'd let him do anything he wants, even take me in public.
And he's right, I think, as I lay my head back down on the desk and enjoy the way he's licking me. I don't think anyone would enter my office without at least knocking, but knowing that they technically could is half the fun.
Or make that about one fourth the fun, I think, as Larson continues going down on me. Because the way he eats my pussy is really fucking fun.
Larson has taught me to turn my brain off a little bit, as well as to turn my emotions and sexuality up high. I hold onto his thick hair as he gently bites at my clit.
"That feels so good."
He begins sucking on my clit and I feel a wave of pleasure washing over me, just as strong as the last time we were together, but which I haven't felt since then.
He fingers me, and that in combination with his mouth sucking gently yet firmly on my pussy makes me lose all control.
"I'm coming," I tell him, trying to keep my voice down.
"Oh my God." I'm moaning now. "I'm coming so hard."
With a final gasp I feel the amazing release of built- up tension and stress come pouring out of me. He licks up the juices flowing out of me and into his mouth while I shiver in delight.
"And now it's my turn," he says, picking me back up and then bending me over my own desk. "I'm going to fuck my lawyer girlfriend in her office and if anybody doesn't like that, they can come talk to me about it."
I like the way he says "girlfriend."
He slaps my ass, which I like even more.
"Look at this fine ass," he says, squeezing both of my cheeks in his hands. "It's so curvy and juicy and big."
I look back at him and can't help but love the way he's looking at me: as if I'm the only woman in the world.
Then he moves my thong over to the side.
"And speaking of juicy, look at this pussy. So wet with its dripping liquid just waiting for me."
He removes a condom from his pocket and then takes off his own pants.
"I'm going to fuck you right here in your office, okay?"
"Okay," I tell him, my elbows on my desk and my ass sticking up in the air.
This is a really bad idea. It’s a very compromising position for me to get caught in. But I don’t seem to be able to resist. I’m his for the taking and I want him to claim me now.
He enters me and it feels so good to have his cock inside me again. I can tell that he feels the same way because he groans deeply.
"You're so wet," he says, taking his cock almost all the way out of me and then sliding it back in. "You really did miss me."
"I really did," I tell him, as he thrusts himself in and out of me.
He holds onto my hips as he pumps. Then he takes my hair and pulls on it gently as he fucks me.
"I'm going to come again," I tell him, gasping and moaning.
"Go ahead and come on my cock," he says, and I do.
I collapse onto my desk while he continues to work his cock in and out of my pussy. I wish he was here to do this to me every day.
My job can be so demanding and I'd love to see Larson over my lunch break—or dinner break— any day. He could fuck the stress out of me with his huge cock. But I'm glad he's here today, especially.
I didn't even know that Steven was going to be here or, of course, I wouldn't have planned Larson's visit at this exact time. But it all worked out because now I'm much more relaxed and happy.
I think that lesser men might have been upset about showing up to see me on a pre-planned visit and finding me meeting with my ex. But Larson hasn't even said a word. I like how he just took me and fucked me instead of asking a billion questions that would have made me feel worse instead of better. I also like how he always knows just what to say— or not— and even better what to do, to me and for me.
He's panting, and he slides his cock halfway out of me. He squeezes my ass again.
"I thought I was going to blow there," he says, exercising an insane amount of control.
I like thinking that I almost brought him to the edge but that he's strong enough to withstand it.
"Well, why didn't you?" I ask him.
"Because I want you to blow me."
"I guess I do owe you one..." I start to say, but he's pulling me up from the desk.
He forces me to the floor and I like how rough and in charge he's being with me. But he didn't have to do it this way because I'm already ready and willing to do whatever he wants, to submit to his crazy amount of power over me.
As he takes off the condom I'm down on my knees looking up at him, begging him to put his cock in my mouth, his cum down my throat, and whatever else he wants, anywhere else he wants it.
Larson Campbell is my hero. Sure, he’s a real life American hero but he’s also my personal hero. His chiseled muscles, his hot tattoos, his huge cock are all mine.
He rescued me from this shitty day and from my asshole ex. And for that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me. And I know I'll enjoy it more than I ever thought possible.