I can’t remember the last time I’ve had sex like this. I can barely remember when I’d last had sex, period. I might not be married to a man who will sleep with me, but until now, I’ve had some concept of fidelity.

At least, I used to. That’s gone to shit.

And I can’t find it within me to care. Not right now. I know I’ll feel bad when all of this is over, but right now, the only thing I can think about is the fact that Parker just gave me the kind of orgasm that makes my knees go weak. If it wasn’t for my hands on my office desk and his cock still inside of me, I might have collapsed.

But he’s hammering away at me again, his cock plunging into me, again and again, and the friction, the satisfaction, and the ecstasy are so intense that I can’t think of anything other than what he’s doing to my body. I crave him, even though he’s inside of me. The lust is so strong, I think it might consume me if he doesn’t keep doing what he’s doing.

Which, luckily, he is.

My breasts swing back and forth as he bangs into me. My hands are sore from clenching so hard to the edge of the desk, and his cock is bigger and better than anything I could have imagined. He fills me up all the way, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

There was a time when I used to think about doing this with him, when it was an option for our future. Then, Paul came along and found out things about me, things I’m not proud of, and to keep him quiet, I married him. Secrets and blackmail will make you keep your priorities straight.

It’s even worse that my secrets have to do with exactly this. Sex. I don’t want to think about it, though. So, I don’t

I turn my focus back to Parker and the way he’s fucking me from behind. Hard. In my office at the bakery. And I’m married to his brother.

Sort of. God, I don’t know anymore.

Without warning, Parker pulls out of me, and I’m left gaping and raw. I gasp and look over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I ask, and it sounds a little bit like him whining. I want him back inside of me. I want to feel him again, deep, big, taking me places I haven’t gone in a long time.

He grabs my arms and pulls me up so I’m standing with my back pressed against his chest, his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks, and I can feel how slick he is with our sex.

“Turn around,” he whispers, with his mouth almost against my ear, and his hot breath gives me goosebumps.

I do as he says. He’s hot when he orders me around. He handles me a little roughly. I don’t think he means it. I have a feeling he’s as eager for me as I am for him, even though I’m pretty sure he’s had more sex than I have the past two years.

When my ass presses against the desk, I climb up onto it. Parker pushes me back so that I’m on my desk, and I turn so that I’m lying along the length of its surface. My heels are on the edge. My legs are open for him, and I want him. I want him to get between my legs and fuck me again.

He doesn’t get onto the desk, between my legs. It’s where I want him, but he’s not giving me what I want. He bends over me and puts his mouth between my legs again, the way he did before, lips closing around my clit.

I’m sensitive after the orgasm, and I cry out the moment he sucks on me. I shudder, writhing against his mouth. He licks up and down my slit, flicking his tongue over my clit and then sucks on me again. It’s driving me crazy. At one point, he lollipops me, placing his flattened tongue against my entrance and dragging it up to my clit before he closes his lips around me again.

For a moment, I wonder if I taste like our sex together, but I can’t think about that for very long.

A second orgasm builds, and I know it’s going to be bigger and more intense. I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation. I gasp and cry out, about to topple over the edge, when Parker stops.

This time, I really whine and complain. I want to come. I want him to take me all the way. Instead, Parker climbs onto the desk with ease and presses the tip against my entrance. I gasp. I’m slick with his spit and my sex, now, and he slides in with ease. I gasp, my body raw with the friction from before, but the pleasure I feel supersedes the discomfort and I cry out. Parker hits a new gear, fucking me hard and fast. My body rocks back and forth, my breasts jiggling and my spine knocking against the wood beneath me, but I don’t care about the pain. It’s the kind that’s born from pleasure, and it makes everything that much more erotic.

I like it rough. I’ve never had it like this before. Parker seems to know what he wants, and the lust and desire that rips through me is the kind that won’t be satiated. A need for another orgasm, something reckless and wild, builds up inside me, and I feel like this is something I’ve been denied for a very long time. The unfairness makes it that much worse. Why should I have to deal with something like this?

I don’t have time to think about the why’s and how’s. The sex takes over, my thoughts numb out, and all I can think of is Parker and the way he’s fucking me like his life depends on it. All I can think about is how much I like this, and how long I’ve wanted it, even when I didn’t allow myself to think about it.

The orgasm starts to build again. This time, I want it. I want him to come inside me. I want to orgasm while his cock is buried deep within me, and I want him to release at the same time I do. I want him more than I already have him, and I don’t know if that’s possible. His balls slap against my ass, and the sound is erotic and awkward, all at the same time. Parker’s face is riddled with concentration.

I lift my hands and put them on his shoulders. I can feel the muscles move under the skin as he braces himself on the desk on either side of me. For a moment, I think about what we’re doing, about where we are. We’re having crazy desk sex in my office at the bakery. It’s so hot. It feels like I’m in a porno. The feeling is familiar, and I push the thoughts away.

I don’t want to ruin this.

The orgasm builds bigger and bigger, spreading through my body, filling me like hot water in a cup. If he keeps going, I’m going to spill over. I want that. I want to spill over, fall apart, and orgasm again. It’s a need so strong it almost hurts. Again, it’s the good kind of pain that only comes with sex.

I’m on the verge and craving release when Parker slows down. I open my eyes–I didn’t realize I’d closed them–and look at his face. His desire is written all over his dark features and in his icy eyes. He leans down and kisses me, stopping his rhythm. He’s still inside of me, but not moving. I swallow, breathing through my nose as I do.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Parker nods and smiles.

“More than okay.”

But he pulls out of me. I pull a face, but I don’t complain like a child. When Parker gets off the desk, I sit up and watch him move to my office chair. It’s one of those with the wheels and the curved back but with no armrests. He smiles at me, his hands on his knees, his cock straining. He’s slick with our sex, his shaft glistening in the late afternoon light that falls through the window. I get off the desk, and my hips are stiff after my legs have been forced open for so long. I walk to him and straddle his lap.

I know this is what he wants.

I sit on his lap without having him inside me, for a moment. I press my breasts against his chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He has to tip his head up now, with me on his lap, if he wants to kiss me. He does, and I lower my lips on his. I trace his lower lip with my tongue, teasing him, and pulling away when he wants to close his lips on mine.

Finally, I give in and kiss him properly. His tongue snakes into my mouth. His arms are on my hips, and I slowly lift myself from his lap. He holds his cock in place with one hand, and I feel his tip, moving my hips so that he’s positioned against my entrance. I sit down on him, and he slides home.

We gasp together, and we’re both breathing hard. I move around a little, shifting my hips so that he’s comfortable inside me, before I start riding him. I move my hips back and forth, sliding up and down his cock, stroking him. My toes are on the floor for balance, and my body presses against his as much as I can manage, and I slide his cock in and out of me.

I’m on top now. I’m in control, and there will be no more orgasm denial. I want to come, and I want him to come, too. I ride him harder and harder, rocking back and forth on his lap. My breasts press against his chest, and he wedges his hand between our bodies to grab one breast and squeeze it. He pinches my nipples just enough for me to cry out.

My orgasm is back. I can tell by the way he’s gasping, by the look of pure pleasure on his face, that he’s getting closer, too. This is what I want.

I keep up my rocking, and suddenly, he’s there. His cock spasms inside me, jerking and twitching as he empties himself out inside me with hot spurts. It pushes me over the edge, and I orgasm, too. I cry out, and my body curls around his. I can feel my walls clamp down around his cock, spasming in time with his pumping, and I press my cheek against his forehead.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and I know Parker has finished as well. My body is numb, and I’m limp on his lap, clutching onto him. His hands are around me now, and our breath rises and falls in time. His heart hammers against my own ribs, and I’m more in touch with Parker than I’ve been with anyone else.

I let myself up and look at Parker. He looks back at me through hooded eyes. He looks sated, his mouth curls in a lazy smile, and he puts his hand on my cheek and plants a kiss on my lips.

He looks like he wants to say something, but I wish he wouldn’t. I don’t want him to break the spell, and there’s nothing he can say that will keep this bliss in place. So, I shake my head and close my eyes and hold onto this feeling of pure pleasure for just a little longer.