My lips met Harley’s with a profound need as I tugged her further into the kiss, deepening and lengthening it.

“Wait,” I said a moment later, abruptly breaking off our embrace. “Are you sure about this? I am technically your boss.”

“I don’t care,” she murmured. “Kiss me.”

I didn’t need any further urging. I wrapped my arms around her body, pressing her tightly to my chest. Growing hungrier with every passing second, I moved my mouth to Harley’s neck, kissing her as I simultaneously pushed her up against a nearby wall. Her hands entwined themselves in my hair, grasping desperately.

“Harley,” I whispered around her lips, then let my hands roam down to her ass and grab it. She moaned, and the hot rush of air filled my mouth. Her reaction spurred me further, and I gave her ass cheeks a light slap. I watched with pleasure as her chest rose and her eyes shot upwards.

Maneuvering her by the ass, I squeezed Harley ever closer to me, until I was certain she could feel the pressure of my now-hard cock against her. I needed her with every fiber of my being.

Her eyes flew open at the touch of my dick, and she immediately reached down to run a hand over my groin. She taunted me with a little smile, running her fingers up and down my legs, around my waist, and through my belt, but never quite touching me where I yearned to be touched.

“Yes, Harley,” I groaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Needing no further encouragement, Harley shimmied her dress to the floor, revealing a dark purple lingerie set that sculpted her body to perfection, showcasing all of her bountiful curves. Her waist was a vast dip, set between her ample breasts and wide hips. My mouth watered, and without conscious thought, I allowed my hand to wander to my dick.

“Oh no you don’t,” she commanded. “Touch me.”

It would be my fucking pleasure.

A split second later, I was tearing at the lace that shielded her nipples, shredding the bra in the process.

“Hey, I liked that bra,” she giggled, her voice a musical peal.

In reply, I growled, “I’ll buy you fifty new ones.”

I tipped her backward onto the nearby couch, moving my hands from her breasts to her pussy, where I found a veritable pool of wetness.

“How long have you been this, ah, ready for?” I questioned, bemused.

“All fucking night. What are you gonna do about it?”

In response, I ripped off her underwear. This time, she didn’t even bother to complain about forfeiting the garment.

My thumb ghosted over her clit and I quickly slipped two fingers inside of her, slightly bending them and pressing against her G-spot in an undulating motion.

“Oh God,” she panted, and I felt her contract around my fingers.

As my fingers did their work, my tongue came down to her pearl, and I began to flick it back and forth, back and forth. Her body clenched and bucked, like a wild animal under restraint, her cries getting more unhinged by the second.

She let out a long, helpless wail as my fingers plunged deeper inside of her, working in deviant harmony with my mouth. Consciously or unconsciously, Harley began to thrust desperately in counterpoint to my movements, dizzily exclaiming the words I so wanted to hear. “Yes, Ashton. Oh God yes, I’m coming.”

I was more than happy to suck lightly at her clit as her orgasm rocked her, easing off to stroke and kiss her thighs as she came down from her peak.

I thought she might need a minute to recover, but she surprised me. In a rapid motion, she sat up from the couch and brought me up onto the furniture, straddling me.

Following my earlier lead, she tore open my shirt, sending buttons pinging around the room. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she unwound the belt from around my waist, and undid the zipper that lay just above my cock.

I tensed as I waited for her touch; the anticipation was making me downright dizzy. She giggled, sensing my urgency.

“Oh, all right,” she joked, and promptly spread-eagled her legs across my lap, and lowering her body towards the tip of my cock. I knew she was taking her sweet time, but God, did she have to be so dastardly about it?

I groaned as her wetness touched my tip. I couldn’t lie; I was practically keening with desperation. How could that be? I’d slept with plenty of women in my day, but nothing like this. No, this…it ricocheted down to my very core.

At last, I could take it no longer. I wrangled my hands around her hips, just barely cupping her ass cheeks, and brought her weight down onto me. We cried out in unison at the riot of pleasure which overtook us both.

“I’m gonna—” she broke off, strumming furiously at her clit as I continued to thrust deeply into her pussy.

We reached our peak a split second apart; I felt Harley’s body shake along with my own, though hers was near-vibrating. Our moans filled the apartment, echoing throughout the halls. Her naked, writing form eventually fell limp against my own.

Holy shit.

I’d just had the best sex of my life.